battle scars // h.s

Chapter 18.

*Harry’s POV*

 

“Lillian some guys here and he drew on himself.” The little girl yelled and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

I stood there waiting, my hands shoved down my pockets. There’s no way I’m going to be sleeping here tonight.

I heard rather loud footsteps coming towards the door, and I swung back, revealing Lillian.

“Hi…”

*Lillian POV*

“Lillian some guys here and he drew on himself.”  

 No. he can't be here? What does he want?

I went to the door, and sure enough, Mr. Asshole was there, smirking like an, well, asshole.

“What do you want?” I snapped at him and he smiled wider.

“I need a place to crash.” He spoke and my blood froze. “So what are you doing here? You don’t expect to sleep here I hope.” I said and he chuckled. I don’t get what's so funny.

“I need a cuddle buddy.” He said, pouting a little, and opening his arm in a hugging manor.

“Well you’re not going to find one here. Bye.” I snapped again, preceding to close the door, only to have it be stopped. For fucks sake!

“Come on Lillian, don’t be so cold! Its Christmas.” He said pushing the door open more again.

“Exactly so go to your home, your family and not here at mine.”

“That’s where I came from. Don’t exactly want to go back, so have a heart and let me sleep here.” He tried again, smiling.

If I let him stay here he will see my family, what I desperately try to hide. I can only imagine what people would say to me if they knew my full story. I have an evil step-mom, my dad doesn’t give a shit about me anymore and, I’m miserable.

Just as I was going to answer Harry, my dad came by and saw Harry. He scoffed.

“Jesus Lillian! Couldn’t you wait to whore around after Christmas?” he sneered and left.

Just his comment made Harry laugh. I snapped my head up to him and he kept on going.

“Do you think I need you here to insult me more?” I asked and before he could respond with a degrading remark I spoke again, well more like yelled.

“Just fucking leave me alone! You are just one big jerk, you find it fun to mess with people, play off there emotions? Well here is one emotion you can gladly play off of. Rage.” I spit at Harry moving outside of my house, and towards Harry.