Everything I Could Never Tell you

Chapter 8

I didn't know how to feel. When I saw Harrys face it hurt. It hurt me knowing someone could do this to him. It mad me angry.

"What the hell happened?" I yelled running down the stairs. I sat beside him holding his face in my hands.

"don't get mad" he said looking into my eyes. "I wont" I say looking at him. "I was walking past the park I looked over and everyone was looking at me, big surprise. But its what he said that threw me off." Harry said now closer. "He told everyone, look there he goes to get his daily head and.." he said reaching for his neck but I grabbed it. "But what?" I said not moving my eyes from his. "It made me angry how they talk about you like that its so fucked up.. and we got into a fight" he said looking ashamed. I looked down. I cant believe Harry actually stuck up for me. I don't even know what to say. Harry much bigger than Kyle so I can only imagine what his face looks like. "Come on lets go get you cleaned up" I say taking his hand.

He follows and I bring him into my bathroom. He sits on the edge of my bathtub while I get a wet cloth and stand in between his legs washing his face off. I try to be as gentle as I can getting the blood off. I know I hurt him when he squeezes my waist. He grabbed my waist to hard and I fell into his chest and he flinched. I than noticed the blood seeping threw his shirt. "Harry, your chest." I say looking down I motion for him to take his shirt off and I see the gushing cut. as I place the cloth on it I tell him to hold it. I look for a bandage to put over it. I find one and knee back down. I place the bandage over the cut and smooth it out. I than realize the tattoos he has that cover the top of his chest. I trace my finger over them as Harry watches. I notice what im doing and pull away quickly

"I didn't know you had tattoos" I say looking up at him. "I just recently got them" he says smiling His accent is beautiful. His dimples are beautiful. His tattoos are beautiful.. My heart is racing and I realize im out of breathe I quickly stand to my feet and Grab the cloth. I throw it away and wash my hands. "Im sorry" He says to me "Its not your fault" I glance at him "well Ill go, Text me " he says walking away. I can hear the door shut downstairs. I lay on my bed

My phone vibrates and Its Natalie. "Ill be there in 10 minutes" The text reads. Great. I stand up and Look into he mirror Im not in the right state of mind to change into normal clothes right now. she will understand. The doorbell rings. I rush downstairs and answer it. It was Nat ovcoarse but she looked worried. "Look Mikayla I think we need to talk" she states "why else did you come here?" I say sarcastically she gives a dirty look. The thing about Natalie is, She really does care about me I just cant trust her anymore. "Its about Harry" she says flashing me a look " what about him" I ask worried "look im happy that he has changed you I really am I just talked to some people about him and He isn't what you think" Natalie says sitting down "What are you talking about?" I yell getting annoyed "Well apparently his is a "womanizer" he has never been been in a serious relationship because he doesn't care for one" . I don't know what to think. "who told you this" I ask. "His friends" she replies. This really is just the icing on the cake . Natalie finally leaves and I head to my room. I sprawl out on my bed and think

Harry. I really can see the whole womanizer bit, but Unfortunately I am growing feelings for him. I think my best bet is to stay away from him for a while. I was right about not trusting him weather or not this was all true or not. I don't think I could take any more pain.

Harry texts and calls a few times but I ignore It. I sit in bed all day and watch the Twilight Saga. until I fall asleep. I wasn't feelings that great when I woke up so I decided to stay in bed all Sunday. Monday arrived faster than I imagined and I was dreading it