The Bakery Girl // n.h

Chapter 9: First cry

Call me weak, but that was the most time I've ever cried. He promised he wouldn't leave but right now, I want him away from me more than I've ever wanted. He broke me and I haven't done a thing. It was still 2 in the afternoon so I decided to take a nap.

"Please don't leave!" I whined, a few tears falling down my cheeks.

"It's just for 3 months, then we'll be back" Mom assured me, smiling while stroking my hazelnut-brown hair.

"But that's a lot of days!"I pleaded as I felt my eyes sting from the hot tears.

"Well how about this, we'll go now and after 3 months we'll go to the new year's carnival. What do you say?" My father asked as he weakly smiled, I know my father don't wanna leave me but he have too.

"Okay" I sniffed, wipping the hot tears that were dropping down my cheeks. Smiling a bit, I knew they'll come back, I just don't want them to leave because I know I'll miss them a lot. Hugging one last time before they left, watching their figures get lost along with their luggages. I'll miss them, so much. But they'll come back, and I know it.

Stood awake while rubbing my eyes, sweat dripping from my fore head as I breathed heavily. That was the last time they traveled, they retired after I turned 12 which is a good thing. Bad thing, is that that was the latest memory I had with them along with that dark night that happened a year after.

I couldn't sleep and I sure as hell can't stay here alone again. A walk may do, I answerd myself as I stood up and washed my face, throwing on some sweats and a black hoodie. I got into my car as I drove to the beach, a perfect place to forget all your problems.

As I reached the parking lot, I parked my car than started jogging on the shore, my phone playing 'A team' by Ed Sheeran as I jogged.

Was I that blind? Did I really allowed myself to be with him? He didn't asked me to be his girlfriend but still, all the kisses and laughs we shared, I allowed them? I feel so pathetic and weak right now. I easily opened a door to him, leading him to my heart hoping he'll change things but he just broke me more. Good things happened when I was with him, like meeting Brayden and having my first kiss. Yet bad things did occoured too, like having to pass out on our date making things devolope even to the wosre level and having our first fight. I was so stupid to think that I could've trust Niall, I'm stupid to think I can trust anyone after all. I feel pathetic for even opening my heart for someone I thought I could trust, but you can't trust anyone. Anyone.

I felt a body bump into me, sending me to fall on my back.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry" I heard a thick accent speak, defenitly a boy.

"It's okay" I spoke, trying to open my eyes. As I opened them, I found a boy, curly brown hair and green eyes, sitting next to me and trying to figure out if I was fine.

"I'm really sorry, I was talking to my step-dad on the phone while jogging and I didn't realize you were in front of me" He spoke, a worried look came across his face.

"It's okay, really" I spoke as he helped me stand on my feet.

"I'm Harry, what's your name love?" He asked polietly as I weakly smiled.

"Bel" I answered, shaking his larg hand.

"It's nice to meet you, although I didn't want it to be under these circumistances" Harry laughed nervously making me chuckle a bit.

"Likewise" I spoke as we got caught in a conversation. He told me that he's 21, and that he's still in college. Suprisingly, he's in the same college I attend. He has one sister, Gemma, who's older than him in 3 years. He lives with his step-dad and mother. He visits his father every other week at Chesire. He's hobby is writing, he told me that he really loved writing following was reading course. His best book was a book called 'Things we never said', he's really into love novels; he baiscally knows every single book their was ever published. From the way he talks to the way he revealed his personality, I knew he was quite something. Ambitious, funny, friendly, brave, caring and sweet. We can be really close friends, infact, I think we already are.

"It's really nice to meet you but I really gotta get going, what's you number?" He asked as I handed him my phone, him following the same steps as we hugged goodbye. While I was walking towards my car, there was a fimiliar guy leaning on it. Blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and rosy cheeks? I think I know who it is.

"What are you doing here?" I asked firmly, crossing my arms as he walked closer towards my direction.

"What are YOU doing here?" He asked in the same tone I used which hurt me a bit, did he really came to fight?

"It's non of your God damn business" I spat as I walked past him, just as he gripped on my wrist I turned to face him.

"Why were you talking to him? And what were you talking about may I ask?" He asks angrily, his eyes turning into strong waves in a stormy night, this is gonna end pretty much badly.

"He's just a friend I just met" I answerd madly as I tried getting out of his grip but there was no use.

"Just a friend?" He laughs. "Don't lie, I saw the way you look at him and the way he exchanged the same loving look, what were you thinking?" He asks making my blood boil, did he really thought I can really do something like that? Although he knows I never loved some one but him, still he acts like I actually have the guts to flirt with a guy? Dosen't he trust me?

"Shut up! You know I can't ever do something like that, don't you trust me?" I asked as tears started forming in my eyes. Why am I turning so weak?

"I trust you, it's just that the way you laughed with him and all, really hurt me.." He spoke making me wanting to slap him hard across the face.

"Oh really? Just because I laughed with him dosen't mean I've done something wrong. But you, you allowed a girl to kiss you and you haven't shoved her off when I'm in the same room, I said maybe he'll move or push her away but no, you stayed their and haven't done a thing. Hurt you, huh? What should I say then? You broke me? Because if you want me to be honest, you did break me even more than I've have already been broken. Didn't that hurt me? I wish if that was all, but 'control your jelousy'? Really? If you saw a guy almost kissing me and I haven't done a thing, what would you do, huh? Would you act as nothing had happened or would you scream at me, telling me what I've done was wrong?" I asked, fresh tears pouring down my cheeks heavily. How could he say that? How could he come here to tell me this? Haven't he broke me enough? Or does he still thinks this joke is funny after everything?

Running past him, I knew he was running after me but right now. I don't want him. Infact, I don't even need him.

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Dana x