Harry's POV.
We were Wednesday. Tomorrow would be Thursday. I didn't know how I was suppose to be there for Kay, but I'd try my best. I was scared. What if she didn't listen to me this time? I swear, if she cut tomorrow, I would too.
Elena wouldn't be there with me. I was gonna be alone with Mak. But, I decided to bring her at my house, because she didn't know where my knifes were and all that stuff. I trusted her. I was doing this for her. She'd be okay though. She was strong. I could bring her in the studio she was in the other day. Maybe it'd calm her a little. She loved dancing, so yeah.
"Is everything ready at your house?" Elena asked me. She missed school today to help me with every little details for tomorrow. Makayla was at school though. She returned this morning. Her face was okay. There were still some bruises, but not as much. I made sure that Matthew spent the day with her. Tyler wouldn't approach her. Even if he did, he knew what would happen.
"Um, what do you mean?" I frowned. I did the groceries this morning and clean a little. I bought some items for the guest room to make it look more like a room.
"Do you have some movies ready for her to be distract? Is your room ready?" she said.
"I have plenty of movie and I clean the guest roo-" she cut me off in mid-sentence.
"The guest room?! Harry are you insane? She will cry her eyes out tomorrow! You can let her sleep alone like that! You need to comfort her and by being beside her all the time. Are you sure you'll be able to-" this time, I was the one to cut her.
"Yes! I can do this. I wanna be there for her and show her that I care. She's not gonna be alone, I swear. I mean, she'll need to go to the bathroom sometimes, I can come with her though. But, I'll stay outside the door and will ask her if she's okay every 2 seconds. I'll make her laugh. Yeah that's it. I'll make her laugh so she doesn't cry. But, what if she doesn't think I'm funny? Kay is the kinda of girl who's honest with people. So, if I'm annoying, she will tell me, right? But, maybe she won't tell me tom-"
"Are you nervous?" Elena asked me, with a smirked.
"Is it that obvious?" I pouted.
"Just be yourself. Remember, the reason why Makayla is spending the day with you is because she likes your company. She likes being with you. You'll be okay, don't worry. And if something happens, just call me. I'll be with Matthew." she said, smiling. Well, I was still nervous.
Makayla's POV.
I came back to school today. I wasn't ready. Not at all. I walked in the hallways and everyone was ginving me sad smiles. I was just scared to see Tyler. I didn't want to see him at all. I almost cried this morning because of it. Matthew was with me, but we weren't in the same classes. I had one class with Tyler today; History. I already hated History. But, I had to go because I suck at this subject and with all the classes I missed, I needed to at least be at this one.
-History-
I didn't want to go now. I was crying with Matthew in the girls bathroom. Yeah he was in the bathroom with me, but the girls didn't care because they knew he was gay. Anyway, Matthew didn't know what to do about it, so he called Harry. How brilliant.
"Matthew? What's wrong? Give the phone to Mak right now!" I heard Harry yelling through the phone, Matthew handed me the phone and I took it. "H-Harry?" I sobbed in the phone, "I'm here baby. What's wrong?" he asked, "I-I have H-History and Tyler is in the same c-class as me and i'm so sc-ared." I cried, "Have you seen Tyler today?" he said, "No." I replied, "I took care of him Mak. He won't hurt you again. Now, go to your class and everything will be fine. I'll pick you up after school today and I will give you the best hug ever. Is that a plan?" I could hear him smile, "Promise?" I smiled, "I swear, baby." He said.
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When I met him.
FanfictionMakayla Jones is the normal girl who goes to school and live her life. But the things is, she doesn't enjoy living. Her boyfriend abuse her and she lost her brother in a car crash.. It's not always easy for her, but she's holding on. One night, she...