•Alex
I start to see the sunlight peek through the blinds. With the birds singing, it feels like a movie. I just want to lay here because I know I won't have to face Harry. I started thinking about it and I don't know if I can do this. It's been about a week since the incident with Georgia and not a day goes by that I think about it. I know it wasn't what it seemed, but I feel like he's hiding things from me. I grab my phone and text Harry.
Alex: Hey, when are you free? We need to talk
He immediately responded.
Harry: I'm coming over now. Is everything okay?
I didn't respond because I didn't know the answer to that. I roll out of bed and tip-toe downstairs. Please say the guys are here. I want to straighten things out but if the guys are here I can avoid it a little bit longer. I still have no idea what I'm going to say to him. And of course they're not home. I go back upstairs. I guess I should get dressed. Show I actually care you know.
I put on my white sweater and jeans. Don't really need shoes. I don't really care for makeup maybe a little mascara though. I also put my hair in a messy bun and slipped on the bracelets. The marks turned into scabs. Not as bad, but still noticeable.
I rub my hand across the scars and oddly love how the skin raises. I look in the mirror and it looks like I've lost a few pounds. I go to the bathroom and step on the scale. I was 133 now I'm 127. I can do better.
I heard a knock and ran downstairs. What am I gonna say? I open the door and see him, perfect as always. His eyes always seem to have this sort of twinkle. His hair was pulled back into his beanie and he had on his black jeans, converse and a hoodie.
"Uh... hi." Wow Alex way to go. He waved. I shut the door and sat on the couch. He followed. After sitting there for a few seconds I finally had enough courage to talk.
"Harry,I really want to be with you but I..."
"Don't... If your gonna say you can't do this, I... I don't know what I'd do. So please... let's just work this out."
"Harry, I just don't know. I've missed so much school because of you, you've gone to jail, the fighting with the guy in the restaurant. You can't and I mean cant go back to jail. My brain can't handle anymore of that. Also, I feel like bits and pieces of your past keep coming up and I just feel like I'm being lied to. I can't keep doing this Harry."
"I'm sorry. I really am. I can tell you everything if you have the time."
He proceeded to tell me about how bad his dad was. He was abusive, an alcoholic and a druggie. Harry and his mom had to create a new life here. They left everything behind to start over. His mom re-married a nice business man. Now his parents travel for work and have all they've ever wanted. The only thing now, is Harry's biological dad is out looking for Harry and his mom, and that's why he gets so worried about me being alone.
"You know I'm always going to protect you no matter what." Now that I know the full truth, I know I can trust him. I realized I was crying when he placed his hands on my cheeks and wiped my tears. He leaned in until our foreheads touched. He then kissed me.
"I don't want you to think I'm lying to you. I'm just very private about my past." We just kinda sat there for about 2 mins just hugging and I was processing it all. I'm assuming that's what he was doing also.
"C'mon. Get up" he said.
"Wait where are we going?" he didn't even answer just pulled me out if the flat to his car. We didn't even talk in the car I just kinda hummed along with the tune on the radio. It was playing some alternative rock station. I lost my train of thought when we pulled into a big empty field.
We got out and walked for a while. Then he laid down in the field so I naturally followed.
"So what are we doing here?"
"Just wait." I looked up at the sky and a few minutes later a shooting star flew by.
"Quick make a wish." In my head I said 'Let our future's be bright, even if it's not with each other'
After staring at the sky for a while,my arms started getting tired so I put my arms behind my neck. I felt the cool breeze through my sweater.
"What's that?" he asked. Shit. I forgot about the marks on my wrists.
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