"so" Harry smiles leaning forward. "life story, go." he smiles making me laugh. "umm, i don't remember, it's not the best one." i say, pretending to cry, making Harry laugh too. "i don't care pretty, go." he smiles. i take a deep breath and think back.
"well, i was born 16 years ago in this town" i say and Harry nods in understanding. "when i was 6 my parents broke up for the first time, it was weird for me, to have that happen." i sigh. "then they got back together when i was 9, and it has been off and on ever since" i finish and Harry shrugs.
"i see....my parents never broke up." Harry smiles and i coo. "awh, there still together now?" i smile. Harry shakes his head and goes silent. "i don't understand?" i say frowning. Harry looks away, "my mum died giving birth to me, and my dad killed himself 3 hours after." Harry tells me, looking me right in the eyes. my law drops and i look at my hands.
"i'm sorry" i say quietly so its just audible. "it's fine, i didn't need him. I have my grand parents." he smiles. i nod and he sits back. "okay, enough with the sob story's, what do you wanna do for a living" Harry asks and i smile, "it's horrible" i say going embarresed. "just tell me" he pressures me. i grin and reply "artist". he beams at me and then clicks his fingers.
"i have some friends who are artists, Liam, Louis and Perrie" he smiles. "really?, bet im not as good as them" i sigh, thinking about it. "oh hey, you still haven't told me what you do as a living?" i ask and harry goes pink, smiling n showing his dimples.
"i um... i don't really work" he laughs and i cock my head to the side. "then what did you do before then?" i grin. "ugh, old hat, that doesn't matter" he tries to say but "yes it does" i cut him off. "well, i worked as a umm, Mac Donalds" he laughs and i shake my head.
"i don't believe you!" i gasp, Harry nods but doesn't look me in the eyes. "....just tell me" i say again but he snaps. "not here, we don't know who's about okay?" says. i sit still again as the waiter walks over. "have you decided yet?" he asks with his little note pad. "um, yeah i'll have the salmon et crute please? with a peronni" Harry answer and the boy scribbles it down.
"okay dokay and for the lady?" the waiter then asks me. "i didn't really look but um, I'll have the.....umm.... chicken pasta please? with a vodka and coke, thanks" i smile and i waiter begins to write, but then stops. "whats your age miss?" he asks, I'm taken back.
Harry's jaw visibly tenses. "what do you mean?" Harry asks with a deep voice. the waiter practically shits himself. "oh nothing, I'll put your orders through" he smiles before jogging away. "asshole" Harry mutters an i put my hand over his, "its alright" i assure him.
"i need to talk to you about something" i say and he looks up immediately. "i saw the ginger bloke, the one you we're fighting with." i say and his face is bank, i can't read it.
"i don't fight" he says but i correct him. "well, since you saw me and i saw you in the street fighting with that ginger guy, eh yeah ya do." i laugh. he turns away. "what about it?" he says obviously trying to make this conversation end.
"well i saw him...and i heard him...he was talking about you...and zayn" i say but Harry grabs my wrist from accross the table and leans forward. "what did they say? rose what did you hear? you need to tell me everything, did you talk to him?" Harry growls at me.
i stay ridged in my seat from fear. "rose?!" Harry says louder and i bable. "nonono i dident talk to him i swear" i say fast. "what happend?" harry pressures me further. his grip on my wrist was getting tighter.
"please, i just saw him and someone else talking in the shop" i reply but harry doesn't give up. my hair gets itchy and tears begin to well in my eyes. "t-they just said that they knew you were hiding, Harry please your hurting me" gasp when he lets go and my hand shoots back to my body, he leans back and stares at me.
"im sorry" he sighs and i ignore him. "i-i have to make a call" Harry says and i nod. he walks away with his phone and someone taps me on the shoulder. a old woman is standing there.
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Marcel's secret.
FanfictionI followed Marcel around the school grounds quietly. He was muttering stuff to himself and stomping though i don't think he ment it, for a school nerd he was quite tall. I stopped as he reached the big bins at the back of the school. I felt uneasy b...
