Long Gone

13. Fights

I can't stop thinking about Harry's question. I've been thinking about that from the last 3 hours. That isn't something I can tell anyone.

There is a reason for this. That is also of of that reasons that made me who I am today. I can't tell anyone about it because it was not a drunken mistake or the guy was an asshole nor was it embarrassing. Believe me, I would've been happier if it would've been one of these reasons. Anything is batter than what happened with me.

A girl cares a lot about who she shares her first experience with. She dreams and imagines about who and how it will happen. She wants to loose it to someone she loves. Not anyone can steal her first kiss or her virginity. I wish the same. I had imagined, If it hadn't been for this unfortunate reason, how my first time would be.

I wanted to feel the nervousness fade away when he looked in to my eyes and soothed me. I want to know how it feels when someone makes love to you. I just want to redo everything in my life.

I never get why this happened with me. Why is it that every time I do something happy it gets all messed up. I just wanted to feel close to someone, to have someone love me or even know me. I know I have Al but sometimes he is just not enough. I can't just deny the fact that he likes Nicole.

Everyone likes Nicole.

I know that.

Especially the people you love.

Can you go?

I'm enjoying it but I think I'll leave, imaginary Al might be waiting for me in our bedroom *wink wink*

I am brought back to reality when I hear a loud thud from downstairs. I grab the gun and walk downstairs.

I grab the gun and walk downstairs only to find HIM and Harry fighting, Harry on top of HIM while HE tried to dodge the punches. It didn't look like they were playing a joke. I saw Al run to then to separate them.

"Don't......you.....ever....say that.....again.....ever" he said in between punches. HE managed to dodge 2 of them. I couldn't see HIM getting hurt anymore. They wouldn't listen to Al.

"Stop it! Both of you" I shouted. They both looked at me and as Harry was about to get off of HIM, HE punched him although Harry dodged it and punched HIM back square in his jaw. This time I lifted my hand up and shot a blank. They both froze.

"Stop it will you!" I shouted. They stood up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said and threw the gun on the bed. They looked down. What is wrong with them and why are they fighting? What did he say that made Harry so angry? I looked at both of them and motioned them to follow me. I walked to the kitchen and stood in front of the refrigerator. I took out 2 icepacks. Both of them were sitting on the bar stools next to each other. I walked over to them and grabbed Harry's hand. He looked up at me as if my touch was burning him.

We locked our eyes and I pressed the packet over his knuckles. He winced a little but the put his hand over mine to hold it in place. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked over to HIM. Something about Harry is just so familiar. I can't figure it out.

With a look of revulsion, I placed the icepack over his jaw as he held it in place and walked over to the sink. I took out a white towel from the drawer below it as poured some water over it. I walked back to HIM and put down the icepack as I cleaned the cut on his jaw and the blood coming out of his nose. HE stared at me intently while I was cleaning his face. After I was done I put the towel and the ice packs away.

I walked into my room with Harry close behind me. What did HE say that made Harry this angry that he beat him up? I bet Al knows what he did but then again I saw him stand there in the corner with confusion clear on his face.

"Hey Nik..." Harry called after me and I looked at him pushing my curiosity aside. "Nevermind" he mumbled. Okay, now I'm downrightly confused. I was curious but before I could ask anything Harry walked into the bathroom. I went into the closet to change.

"Can I borrow your shirt?" I called out to Harry and he hummed in response. I looked in the closet and found a white shirt while pulling it out a picture fell out from the bottom of the shelf. I hate people snooping around my stuff so I don't think I should snoop around his.

I picked it up and placed it back on the shelf as I caught a glance at it. I saw 2 familiar looking faces. As I placed it back and turned around, realization hit me. I immediately knew who the cheeky boy and the shy girl were.

*flashback*

"Haz!!" A small girl of 7 shouts. The boy turns around and grins at her. 1 of his front teeth missing. She grins back as she runs to him, 2 of her teeth missing. She grabs his hand and starts dragging him. They both running to the playground, hand in hand with their mothers close behind.

They reach the playground and she runs over to the swings with him running close behind her. She settles on the blue swing as the boy starts walking over to the red one.

"Push me, Haz" She looks at him with her puppy dog eyes and he runs behind her. He starts pushing the swing and she starts giggling.

"Careful haz, you're gonna get my dress dirty!" she tell him.

"It's okay, you're gonna be fine! It's my tux I'm worried about" He tells her, still pushing the swing.

"What's a tux?" She asks him. Their baby voices adorable just like them.

"It's what I'm wearing. Mum told me" He replies and stops pushing. The swing stops and she pouts.

"We can't be late!" he tells he and she nods excitedly. The both grab each other's hand and run back to their mothers.

"can we please go now it's just another house away" The boy's mother asks them and they run toward the beautiful church. As they reach there, the girl leaves for the ceremony as she has to be the flower girl. After the ceremony, everyone's eitherdancing or eating.

"Let's dance!" Haz asks her and she nods as they both run to the dance floor and try to dance like the other couples. Suddenly the photographer asks them if he could click a picture and she nods. They both hold hands and pose for the picture as the boy kisses her. Her eyes widen as the flash goes off.

*end of flashback*

It's me. I just realized. Harry is.... It's him.

The only happy memory I have of my my childhood is him...

*****

Who do think it should be.... 

Hikkie or Alkie?? (Does anyone here have better ship names?)
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-N