•Chelseys p.o.v•
"Best movie of life," I smiled.
"Ehh, it was alright," Harry smirked.
"Alright? You're kidding right?" I laughed. "That movie is amazing and I love it so much. It makes me feel that not every guy is as bad as my dad, that some people care, you know?" I said and looked up at Harry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it weird," I apologized.
"No, no it's fine. I just didn't know you felt that way, I'm sorry," He said sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it," I smiled showing him that it's fine.
I know that it sound like I'm being a stupid complaining girlfriend but honestly I'm not. I've been through so much shit with out being able to express my feeling that I deserve to express myself to Harry. I deserve to complain sometimes. I deserve life and I've honestly just realized this right now. I deserve to be happy, I deserve to have a boyfriend and most importantly, I deserve to live.
"Let's go to bed, it's almost two in the morning," Harry yawned.
"Okay," I agreed even though I'm not tired.
We walked up the stairs, down the long narrow hall and into Harry and I's bedroom. I grabbed pyjama pants, a sports bra and started walked towards the bathroom but was stopped by Harry.
"You can change here you know?" He smirked.
"I'm okay," I giggled.
I quickly scurried off into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I heard Harry groan which made laugh even harder. God, I love him. I pulled my pants down my legs and threw on my pyjama pants. then I slipped off my shirt but before I put my pyjama shirt on I looked in the mirror.
"You're gorgeous, Chelsey," I tried to reassure myself.
It was difficult right now to love myself because I've been hating for so long. It has just become something that I've been used to these past years and it's sick. Im not fat but my mind laughs and tell me I am. I'm pretty but again, my mind laughs and tells me I'm ugly. Anything I do that try's to make me feel confident and pretty, my mind just breaks me down instead.
"Chelsey?" I jumped when I heard Harry call.
"Y-Yeah," I called back slipping on my shirt and walking out.
"Are you okay?" Harry said looking at my wrists then to my face.
"I didn't cut, Harry. I'm okay," I reassured him but he still looked worried. "I really am okay,"
"I believe you," He said grabbing my hands and kissing them. "I just don't want anything to happen to you again,"
"I know," I sighed. "But I'm okay now, everything that happened is in the past. I've got to let it go,"
"Let it go?!" Harry raised his voice making me jump. "Sorry, but let it go, Chelsey? How do you let something like that go?" He asked burning holes through my eyes with his.
"I don't know, I get where you're coming from but I can't live in hell any longer, Harry," I said looking at the ground. "It's a terrible life to live, especially if you're a teenage girl that only wants to be happy. all I want in life is to be happy with who I am but I've come to believe everything my father and the kids at school said. I don't want to be that girl that hates herself and her life anymore,"
"I get it, I get it but I really don't need you to be caught up in his shit anymore," he sighed. "I want him gone, behind bars,"
"No!" I said a little too quickly. "I mean, why? It's not going to benefit him or me. he'll just be mad once he gets out and search for me then possibly kill me. I really don't need that,"
"Okay," He nodded in defeat. "But if he ever touches or comes near you or Bryanna again, I'm not hesitating to beat the shit out of that ass hole,"
"I don't want you behind bars, now do I?" I laughed a little.
"I'd hate it behind there. I wouldn't be able to see you everyday," He smirked and put his hand on my cheek. "I wouldn't be able to kiss you everyday," He said planting a kiss on my lips.
"I love you, Harry,"
"And I love you, Chelsey," He chuckled.
"I honestly don't know how we went from watching a movie to you getting into jail," I laughed.
"Me either," He chuckled.
"I'm really tired," I yawned considering it was late. I wonder where Bryanna and Niall went?
"Come here babe," Harry said laying his body right beside mine.
I laid my head on his chest and he stoked my hair back, kissing my forehead. I looked at him, closed my eyes and almost immediately fell into a sleep full of nightmares.
•Bryanna's p.o.v•
Niall and I walked back to Chelsey and Harry's flat but didn't even bother going inside. We hopped in Niall's black range rover that matched Harry's, than we drove back to our flat. The drive was really silent, a little too silent. I reached my hand towards the radio and switched it on, turning it to 103.5 the beat.
'Give me love like her,
Cause lately I've been waking up alone.
Paint splattered tear drops on my shirt,
Told you I would let them go.
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya.
After my blood,
Turns into alcohol.
No, I just wanna hold ya.'
The words to Ed Sheeran's 'Give Me Love' rang through my ears bringing back the memories. the memories of when I had nothing and no one to turn to, so I escaped by listening to my idol. I escaped the world for a little while by listening to his heart felt lyrics that poured onto me like a waterfall. His words make me feel alive and make me feel like there is a chance for me. I will always thank him for saving me. He's the one who kept me from killing myself all these years.
The days where I would sit in my room with my earphones plugged in, just listening to this angel sing flooded back into my brain. The days where I would run away from my hell of a house, down to the baseball stadium and sit in the stands just listening to all his beautiful songs while imagining me playing the game I love. But all of that was ruined when my father found me everywhere listening to music. At home, at the stadium, at school and practically everywhere I went. He took my phone away and never gave it back till two years later. I was very close to cutting the most important vein on my wrist. I would have killed myself if I didn't find my phone in that bathroom where my father thought I would never look.
"Bryanna?" Niall said loudly snapping me out of my flashback to the painful memories.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you crying?" He said looking worried.
"I," I tried to gather the words as I felt the warm, salty tears roll down my cheek. "I didn't even know I was crying," I laughed a bit and sniffled.
"You're telling me when we get back," He said sternly. "I know you're not telling me what's on your mind,"
"I know," I sighed in defeat.
'Give me looove'
The last words of the song finally came and we pulled into our flats driveway. I got out of the car and walked up to the door waiting for Niall to unlock it. He walked up the steps and unlocked the door following me to the couch. I sat down and so did he.
"What's up?" He asked.
"The song," I looked at my hands. "It just brought back memories that's all."
"Oh," Was all he said. Knowing what I was talking about, so he dropped the subject.
I love Niall and I know he loves, me because he didn't keep asking me about what I was thinking. He knew I didn't want to talk about it just by looking at me and I couldn't be any luckier.
///authors note///
Hey there, Bryanna again. I wrote this as well! I hope you like it (:
