Think About Love

Part 7: Home.

Dedicated to gappi1902

Julie's POV

Harry held my hand the whole way to my house. I gazed out the window, thinking of how I was going to handle seeing my stepmother. After I sighed for what seemed like the 900th time, Harry kissed the back of my hand, rubbing my palm with his thumb. My hand tingled where he kissed it and I was thankful he couldn't see my face, because it was heating up fast. As we turned down my street my heart rate increased and my breath hitched in my throat, making a noise erupt that sounded like a whimper coming from the back of my throat. We pulled up in front of my tiny one story house and Harry coughed, putting the car in park. "Do you want me to come in with you?" He asked quietly. I shook my head, looking at him. His dark emerald eyes met my blue ones and I looked away, reaching for the door handle when he pulled me back by my hand, releasing it and grabbing both of my cheeks. He moved my face to his and pushed his lips onto mine, passionately and slowly. I melted into the kiss, and it got heated quickly. The sparks were unforgettable and the butterflies in my stomach were all but sane. He finally pulled away, resting his forehead in mine, letting go of my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I was crying until he wiped his thumbs under my eyes, pushing away the tears. "Don't cry, love." He said. "Thank you, Harry." I whispered back, my voice cracking. "It's not a problem. I'll see you." He said. I moved away from him, stepping out of the car. I walked up my steps to my door, not ready to face what stood behind it.

Harry's POV

I couldn't refrain from kissing her just one more time. Deep down, I knew I was falling for her. I just didn't want to admit it. Her carefree laugh, the way her lips mold against mine, and the way she fell asleep in my arms last night. I'll never tell her this, but she told me she loved me in her sleep. When I got up to go upstairs, she held on tighter, whispering to me. "Don't leave me, Harry. I love you." And at that moment, my heart swelled, because I realized that I loved her too.

Julie's POV

      "JULIE ANNE DERRICK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" My father screamed when I walked through the door. "Why don't you ask your whore of a wife!" I screamed back. No way he was putting this on me. "Don't you call her that! And don't walk away from me!" He yelled as I began to walk down the hall. "Really, Dad? Yeah it's my fault that she CHEATED on you with MY boyfriend!" His mouth fell open when I said that. I was expecting an apology, but boy was I wrong. "H-how dare you assume that!" He yelled. He came closer to me, slapping my cheek hard. "Dad!" I yelled. My father has never hit me, ever. I was shocked as tears brimmed, spilling over, my hand on my cheek. "Don't fucking talk like that about your mother." He spat. "Get out of my sight." I obliged, running to my room. I shut and locked the door, falling on my bed and crying into the pillow. I picked up the picture of my real mom and I that sat on my bedside table. I looked at it and cried, replaying that fateful day over and over again.

*FLASHBACK*

Julie's POV 5 Years Ago

      "I'm looking for Fara, FARA DERRICK COME ON!" My dad screamed to the lady behind the desk at the hospital. She looked scared as she pointed down the hall, quietly mumbling 'Room 232' under her breath. He ran, dragging me with him down the corridor. Once we were at Room 232 he pounded on the door. "THAT'S MY WIFE! THAT'S MY WIFE!" He screamed over and over. A doctor came rushing out, scolding my father. "Sir, you cannot do that. We are deeply sorry, but the car crash made too much of an impact on her brain. She's gone." He said calmly. My dad's body slumped to the ground, and the hallway was filled with his sobs.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

Julie's POV Present

      I cried even more into my pillow, wishing my mom were still here. She would know what to do. I felt so alone right now, heck, my dad just hit me for Pete's sake! I knew exactly what I was going to do as I sat up in bed, reaching in my nightstand drawer for that thing, the thing that had brought me so much pain over the years.

My razor.

AUTHOR'S NOTE! (You should read this, it's about Part Dedication!)

HEY GUYS, THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE SHORTER THAN THE PREVIOUS ONES, AND I TRY TO MAKE THEM AT LEAST 1,200 WORDS, WHILE THIS ONE IS ONLY A LITTLE OVER 900. I JUST WANTED TO TAKE THIS TIME TO SAY THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO READ MY STORY, AND WE'RE AT 100 READERS, YAY! WE ALSO HAVE ABOUT 30 VOTES AND I'M EXTREMELY EXCITED ABOUT THAT! SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU COMMENT ON ONE OF THE PARTS I WILL DEDICATE A CHAPTER TO YOU! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MESSAGE ME SAYING YOU DID IT! I HAVE 2 PEOPLE IN LINE SO FAR, SO THE NEXT DEDICATION WILL BE IN PART 10!

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