Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 9

I ignore my friends and continue to stare dead at the floor of the car as I comprehend Harry's message. I look back down to it.

*A guy just beat me up and said that you're his girlfriend and I shouldn't be touching you. Laura if you're saying you're in a relationship with some one that's just not right, I honestly am shocked*

I gulp at Harry's message. Wow. Chris is so sick and disgusting. Drops of wetness fall onto my clothes, as my friends beg me for an explanation.

"Uhhh.. Chris... beat Harry up... and told Harry that I was still with Chris" I struggle to get the words to exit my mouth.

All of my friends gasp and the air is filled with silence for a few seconds, before everyone begins to talk and attempt to comfort me. I ignore everyone and let my head fall into my hands. I don't even want to think about what I'm going to tell Harry. This happened to him because of me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I think about my anger towards Chris. He is so infuriating and possessive. Can he not understand the our relationship is in the past.

I shift uncomfortably in the middle backseat of the small car. Everyone is looking at me with understanding expressions on their faces. Everyone excluding Mimi.

"Pull over Ivy" Mimi says still looking at me from the front seat of the car.

Ivy immediately pulls over and obeys and she hears the anger in Mims voice. Mims eyes pierce into my red watery ones.

"Call him" Mimi simply says, her facial expression unreadable.

"W-who?" I stutter, actually wondering if she's talking about Harry or Chris. I assume Harry but... yeah.

"The one who treats you like a man should" Mimi says. The words sink in slowly and she couldn't be more correct.

"D-do you guys mind if I do it in private?" I ask politely, obviously I know the answer.

They all mumble in agreement, looking at one another with worried expressions, as Tay sitting on my right opens the car door, gets out and lets me exit the small car myself, before she gives me a weak smile and gets back in, shutting the door behind her.

I take a deep breath and attempt to calm my self before looking for Harrys contact on my phone and pressing the call button with shaky hands. He answers on the fourth ring.

"Laura?" he answers.

"Harry, are... are you okay? Where are you?" I blurt out.

"That doesn't matter"

"W-what?"

"You heard" he snaps, I can hear the ice and the metal edge to his voice.

"Harry, tell me where you are? Please?" I beg.

"Why would I? You obviously have a boyfriend, you should put him first. I really thought differently of you Laura, I never imagined you doing something like this. If you liked me, why didn't you admit it to him before we even had our first date? No actually, why didn't you even tell me the first night we met that you were in a relationship?" He sounds so hurt. Crap. I have to explain my past with Chris before he jumps to more conclusions.

"Harry please, if you're not going to tell me where you are, at least let me explain my side of the story? It's not what you think" as I say the last words, I frown, it sounds like one of those stupid, cheesy movies, you know? 'It's not what you think!'. God. What is wrong with me?

"Well I don't think there's much more to it"

"Harry, last year was my last year of high school. Chris asked me on a few dates, they went fine, eventually he asked me to be his girlfriend and I agreed. After around one month, he started to use rude language towards me and make me feel really upset about myself. After a little while he started to physically abuse me. It got out of control one night, when I refused to let him touch me like that, he slapped me, hit me and even kicked me to the point where I was barely conscious. Mimi, who you've sort of met came by to the house and when Chris didn't answer the front door, Mims went to the back. She came in and saw me and that's all I remember. But then apparently Chris ran out of the house and left, so Mims called the police and they only kept him in for one night. But even before that night it happened often, but never as bad. I broke up with him in a public place so he couldn't hurt me, but he still tried, but he ended up going to jail for another night. I don't think he ever got the message that it was over, I mean it was a long time ago, but ever since he hasn't really left me alone and he's been following me around a lot. Mimi, my boss and his wife are the only ones who know about it properly. Everyone else just knows briefly what happened. I don't like to talk about it much, I was going to tell you next time I saw you." I sob the whole explanation. Wow. I just told him everything. Well, there's obviously more to the story, but we'll discuss that later.

"Laura-" he chokes, I can hear the sadness in his voice which is soon replaced by anger.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I hope you understand" I speak, my voice weak from my explanation.

"No, I-I just... I didn't realize" he is clearly to shocked to speak, so I do instead.

"Now, can you please tell me where you are?"

"I'm at my apartment" he says shakily.

"Could I come over?" seconds later realizing how rude that must sound.

"Yes, definitely" he speaks, before I can apologize for my rudeness.

"Okay, just text me the address please?"

"Sure, I'll seeya soon then?"

"Yea, seeya!"

"Bye" he says, still in shock from my confession, hanging up the phone.

I put my phone away, before walking back to the car. I'll just ask the girls to drop me home and I can sort myself out from there. I don't want to be a pest after all. I know Tay's just come back to visit, but I really need to see Harry and make sure he's okay and talk about it more. 'Also because you can't stay away from him' adds the irritating voice in my head, as I open the car door.

The girls look at me, demanding answers.

"What happened?" Mimi asks, looking better than before.

"I called Harry and explained, guys would it be okay if you just took me home, I don't think I can go out tonight... my head really hurts" I lie. "So maybe if you could drop me home that would be great?"

"Sure honey, just make sure you call us if you need anything at all" Lacy says, with an understanding smile on her face, which makes a feeling of guilt develop in my tummy. I was never really a good liar at all.

"Thanks, but maybe we can all go out next Friday? Tay's leaving on Sunday? Right Tay?" I ask, making up for my lie.

Everyone agrees and starts to mumble about random conversation topics as they drive back to my place to drop me off. Why would my friends be talking about force-feeding old people? What the actual hell?