HARRY’S P.O.V
Mia suggested we asked each other questions to get to know each other. I couldn’t resist, she was so happy about it and I guess I want to know more about her. But I’m not sure if I want her to know more about me. I was drawing different patterns around her back as she just told me she loves it when people do this, so I decided I would. It was her turn to ask a question and I could tell she was getting side tracked as Goosebumps were growing over her back.
“Why do you have such a tough boy exterior? Mia suddenly questions.
Damn. This is why I didn’t want to do this stupid question game.
“Really Mia?” I ask annoyed.
“Really Harry.” She bites back not giving up on the question.
I sigh and slow down the pace of drawing on Mia’s back. She wasn’t going to give up on this question and I couldn’t be bothered arguing with her. So I answered. Honestly.
I took a deep breath. “Well it all started before my mum died.”
Mia flipped over quickly, looking into my eyes. She searched my face for my expression before she said something.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry Harry” She quietly said looking down.
I took her chin and lifted it up.
“It’s okay Mia” I give her a weak smile.
“You didn’t let me finish my answer” I smirked trying to lighten the mood even though I knew it wouldn’t work.
She looked up to me with curiosity in her eyes.
“I was 13 years old, and Mum and I were walking in one of our favourite parks at about 5’o clock at night. We were talking away about what had happened at school that day until mum was pulled away from next to me by a couple of men. I ran over to try to help her but I was pulled back myself. I couldn’t get out of their grip because I wasn’t strong enough. The smell of alcohol drenched all over me from the man holding me back. They were drunk and they weren’t giving up. I watched them pin mum against the brick wall of the park and I couldn’t do anything to help. They whispered things in her ear and started felling up her body. Mum was begging them to get off her but they wouldn’t. Both men started kissing her on the lips and down her neck and I was forced to watch my mum struggle.” Mia’s eyes lit up in horror as she listened closely.
“Mum suddenly spat in one of the men’s face and that’s when he connected his fist with her jaw. Causing her to scream out in pain. I screamed and screamed trying to get them off mum but they started yelling things at her, like she should’ve listened. So they kept hitting her until she fell to the ground in pain. Then they left. They left mum rolling in pain with blood all around her. I stood there hopelessly. I had no idea what to do. I had no strength to fight those men. I ended up calling the ambulance and they came within 5 minutes to save mum and me. I knew from that day I had to be strong, that dad and I needed to be there for mum always. In that sense is when I became the ‘bad boy’, always getting in trouble and doing the wrong things. That’s how I expressed my anger from what had happened to my mum. That’s why I nearly killed that Jake guy for touching you like that. I always tried to protect mum, and I always loved my mum till the day she died. So I guess, the anger that came from that night made me be the person I am now. To be stronger, to act like the ‘bad boy’.” I finish.
I look down at Mia, tears brimming her eyes. She quickly raps her arms around me and squeezes me tight. She doesn’t say anything, she just holds me as tight as possible. I dig my head in her shoulder embracing the hug.
I have never ever told anyone about this before. The only person who knew was dad. I felt a sudden release by telling Mia about it. I could feel a few tears soaking through my shirt. This girl was amazing, she smiles for other people’s happiness, she gets mad for other peoples anger and she cries for other people’s sadness. This is why I love her.
MIA’S P.O.V
“So I guess, the anger that came from that night made me be the person I am now. To be stronger, to act like the ‘bad boy’.” Harry finishes his confession.
I have never felt so much sorrow for someone before. Tears brimmed my eyes at the sadness of his story. I didn’t know how to react, what to reply. I quickly wrapped my arms around Harry and pulled him in for a hug. Sadness and frustration sat on his face and I just wanted to wipe it all away. Tears left my eyes and fell on Harry’s shirt.
He probably thought I was a freak for crying at something that doesn’t affect me, but it does. Harry’s happiness affects me. I just listened to Harry pour his heart out about a really personal story. The reason why he has such a tough exterior. Because really on the inside he is the softest, nicest person I have ever met and it kills me to see him in such pain. I release from the hug and give Harry a kiss on the lips.
“I’m sorry Harry.” I sniff, tears still falling.
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” He says wiping the tears away.
I looked like the biggest idiot. I was crying because of his problems.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back the tears.” I shyly say grabbing a tissue from next to his bed.
“It’s okay Mia.” Harry says smiling down at me.
I search his face for any kind of expression. Sadness mostly sat there. This time I want to be the one to comfort him so I pull him into another deep hug.
“I love you Harry.” I blurt out.
I feel him smile against my neck. “I love you too Mia.”
(Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, getting to know more about Harrys past and all. Thank you for reading!!! over 800 reads! Cant tell you how much it means to me! Keep reading xox)
