Something inside me pulls me towards the oval and before I knew it I’m out of the school buildings. What am I doing? I need to ask him what’s going on between us. Why he kissed me yesterday but was a jerk today? I take a seat at the back of the oval and wait for the curly headed boy.
Five minutes had gone by and I saw a dark shadow from the opposite side of the oval. I think it was harry I couldn’t really tell. He was wearing all black like he usually does and his tattoos were visible on his arms. As he got closer I identified his curly hair and his green eyes. God those eyes.
He quietly walked up to me and sat beside me. Anger suddenly built up inside me as yesterday’s memories came rushing back. Why am I so frustrated? I just want to know why he’s doing all this. Why he keeps leading me on?
“Hey ba”-he starts to say but I cut him off quickly.
“Why harry. Why pick me to be your prey. Why kiss me and lead me on then be a total jerk in front of everyone else. Why leave me the one embarrassed and feeling guilty about what’s happening. Why tell me to meet you at the back of the oval when I’m supposed to be in class?” I bravely yell.
He sits there studying my facial expressions. He sitst there quietly examining my every move, my every expression.
“Harry! Don’t just sit there” I yell.
He puts his hands around my waist and brings me closer. I refuse pushing my hands against his chest.
“Not again Harry. Kissing me doesn’t make up for anything” I resist.
“You’re a hard one to please” Harry says while staring into my eyes.
“What? Because I don’t just want to be your toy you decided to pull out every time you get bored?” I hiss.
“Mia, it’s not like that” He says turning away.
“Then what is it like?” I raise my voice.
“It’s complicated” He sighs.
“Complicated? Really harry!” I shout.
I should probably quiet down before we get caught, but I don’t care I want to know why!
“Mia will you calm down? You’re acting like we’re going out and I cheated on you” He raises his voice.
“I’m sick of this. I might be being a little dramatic Harry, but you know I have never experienced any of this so I have no idea how to feel! So help me by just leaving me alone.” I yell turning away from his beautiful gaze.
“No Mia, I won’t leave you alone” He shouts back grabbing my waist and turning me around.
He pulls me closer so our legs are touching.
“Then what do you want harry? Why do you keep doing this to me? I have no idea what’s going on.” I choke, holding back the frustration tears.
“Mia I don’t want to see you upset” He whispers into my ear, pushing my hair back.
“Then just tell me why you’re doing all of this?” I sigh, as all hope is nearly lost.
“Fine Mia. You’re the only girl who’s never wanted me back. The only girl who doesn’t chase after me when I kiss them. To be honest, I like that. You’re the nicest, sweetest girl I have ever met. You’re totally opposite to the girls I ever messed around with. I don’t want to mess around with you, I want to-to, be with you” He blurts out. “I can never stop thinking about you, and it kills me inside to see you upset. I want to be there for you, to protect you from all the bad things.” He sighs as he finishes his confession.
I feel warm tears run down my cheek. Nicest, Sweetest girl he’s ever met? He wants to be with me? All this information is too much for me. He said he can’t stop thinking about me, that it kills him inside to see me upset. Then why did he do all this stuff to mess with me? Why has he always been so mean to me before our parents got together?
“W-why have you always been so mean to me?” I stutter as I wipe away the tears I was trying to hold back.
“I was mean to you, because I wanted to be able to talk to you. Nikki would never let me talk to other girls.” He tries to reply calmly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t deal with this right now” I say releasing from his grasp.
“No Mia, Stay” He says grabbing a hold of my wrists.
My long sleeves roll up and I quickly pull them back down, flinching at the pressure of his grasp.
“Mia?” He says rolling my sleeves back up, holding on tightly so I couldn’t pull them back down.
“Don’t!” I bite my lip, trying to release from his grasp.
“How come I haven’t seen these before” He says pulling my arm down to his eye level.
“I don’t want to talk about it Harry. Enough has happened” I bite, still trying to release from his grip.
“Mia, talk to me” He says pulling me down onto the bench again.
I sigh. I don’t want to talk to about this right now. I have scars, yes. No one knows about it, not even Sophie. It’s not something I like to show off like a trophy. I have these scars because I hated my life and sometimes I still do. Everyone at school always thought it would be funny to bully me, to take my innocence and chuck it in my face. I have never been able to stand up for myself. Until I met Harry. Harrys different, I feel like I could yell at him all night if I needed to. Harrys never seen these scars because I usually cover them heavily with makeup. I know that might sound ridiculous, but I don’t want anyone to see. There’s not that many to cover, but enough to need covering. I didn’t bother to put makeup on them today because it was a cold day and I knew I would have my jumper on all day. But harry had to go and grab my wrist and roll my sleeve up. Now I had to try to explain it all. My minds already spinning with everything Harry told me. How will our relationship be now that I know why he’s done all this?
“Mia” Harry calmly says, interrupting my thoughts.
I don’t want to tell him anything. I don’t want anyone to know. But I feel like I should tell Harry. He sits there patiently waiting for me to talk.
“Do I have to?” I sigh looking away from the site of my exposed arm.
He places a hand on my chin and tilts my head towards him.
“Let me help you” Harry whispers, kissing my wrists.
Shivers go through my body. I never thought anyone would do anything like that before. I feel the urge to tell Harry everything and that’s what I do. I struggle to tell him some parts as my tears crocked out my voice. I didn’t know how to say half the stuff that’s happened, and I struggled to tell him that some of his comments are a factor to this. He looked into my eyes the whole time while holding my hands.
“So now you know everything” I sob, resting my head in my hands.
He grabs my hands and pulls me into his chest. My head rests on his head as his tattooed arms wrap around my body holding me close. I have never felt so safe and secure in someone’s hold before.
