•Destruction•HS•

4

~Harry's POV.~

I don't know what happened, one minute we were talking about me seeing her in her underwear the next she's getting upset with me. I was worried about what was going on in her head.

"What's wrong Lola tell me." I say gently again as I see the first couple of tears role down her cheek.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She says back wiping away her tears.

"You're clearly not," I say making her face me, "I hate it when people cry please just tell me."

"It's a very long story." She mumbles.

"I'm pretty sure we have enough time don't you." I reply.

"It started when I had just turned 14," She starts off, "school just seemed to be getting harder and I would go home to my parents making me feel like I did everything wrong, I never went to a doctor, I should've but I didn't. Every time something good happened my head would always have something bad to think about when I was alone again."

I took a deep breath and started picking at the grass.

"Then the bullying started and there was no way I could stop it because everyone else saw these people as the good guys not the bad ones. Every little thing I did they'd mock it and now every time I do it anymore all I can think about is them and the words they said to me. The feeling shit about my body thing didn't really come until about a year before the fight. I started convincing myself I was too fat and I wasn't good enough for any guy and I stopped eating as much. I didn't stop completely but I stopped enough so that I'd be losing weight but no one would notice. And they didn't. My family had cut me off, I didn't know why but they had, I loved them and now I don't even know whether they're alive or dead. I didn't really have many friends because it got to a point where I would just cut them all off completely. There's something wrong with me, I'm so messed up and I don't know how to fix it. You probably want to leave now, and I wouldn't be surprised."

She picked up the water container and dipped it into the stream to fill it up. Then she turned around and started heading back towards the treehouse.

"Hey, Lola stop," I said running after her,"stop!"

She turned around to look at me again, confusion on her face with her red puffy eyes. I ran forward and wrapped my arms around her giving her the hug she clearly needed. The sobbing started again now as she dropped the container and slipped her own arms around me grabbing on tightly.

Mumbling something into my chest her crying seemed to slow down just a bit as she pulled away.

"What did you say?" I question softly.

"I said thank you" she hiccuped still with her hands now gripping onto my t shirt.

"What for?" I asked confusedly.

"Listening, staying, hugging me." She says looking down at the floor. "No one ever does, they always leave, they always get sick of me, I'm always left to pick up the pieces of my own broken heart. I haven't been hugged or comforted in such a long time it just feels so foreign to me."

"Well I'm not leaving, I told you I like it here." I reply wiping the tears off her cheeks,"and I'll give you all the hugs you want."

"Good." She says before pulling me back for another hug. I could feel her still trembling as I wrapped my arms around her again.

"Shall we head back then?" I ask as Lola pulls away.

"Yeah sure. I'm sorry for being an emotional mess, I guess I just keep it all in. Especially with not seeing anyone for the past two years." She grabs the water container and we carry on walking.

"I don't know how anyone could do that."

"What?"

"Be alone for two years without speaking to anyone and not going mad."

"I keep myself entertained and busy."

I laugh and then as I'm preoccupied I end up stumbling over a root sticking up and landing on my bad leg.

"Ah shit." I curse sitting and grabbing my injury.

"You wally what have you done?" She laughed crouching down as I pulled my trousers down far enough to see if I'd done any damage.

"Fell over a tree root." I mumbled as I gritted my teeth, the blood was seeping through the dressing I must've torn open something again.

"Come on its not too far back now I'll sort you out when we get there."

We headed back and sure enough it was just round the corner. Lola headed up the stairs first while I heaved the water containers weight up by pulling the rope for the basket. Then I started to make my way up struggling quite a bit with my crappy leg.

"You up?" She asked as my head appeared.

"Yep nearly, that was difficult." Lola ran off to find some new stuff to attack my leg with while I sat and wondered...Who is this girl? And why does she seem so extraordinary?

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Sorryyy. This is dead short and idek what it is. Let's call it a filler because idk. I know I said every Saturday and I said that like nearly three weeks ago but I've been so busy I didn't even expect to be this busy. So sorry again and I hope whoever reads this likes it. K xx