Protect you.

Chapter 5

I rushed into the ladies toilet, knowing that no one would disturb me. As soon as I was in a cubical, I broke down into tears. The small sobs that were coming from my mouth were only just audible, as the small droplets of water rolled down my porcelain cheeks.

Harry just wanted to play me like all of those girls. He just wanted some ‘fun’ and then he’d drop me. I shouldn’t have stayed in that cupboard; I knew he was a player. I didn’t even really know him, yet I had let him be intimate with me and steal my first kiss. My sobs became louder as I remembered the kiss. He held me like he needed me, as though that one kiss was what he truly had to have. He made me feel special and like I was … me. It was like his kiss could mend a broken heart and break it seconds later.

I heard the door to the toilets open and slam close again. This couldn’t be good. The loud slams repeated, the noise echoing off of the toilet walls as my tall body shrunk, my limps contorting. Bang! The final slam sounded, my eyes clamped shut as a shiver forced its way down my spine, the tears continued to tumble down my hot checks.

A mass of staggered breaths left the mouth of an unwanted visitor, their presence towered over my hunched over body. “Fleur?” He breathed. Instead of answering, I moved my hands in front of my face, hiding it from his view. Harry’s breaths began to become erratic whilst an unknown emotion laced his voice. “Fleur. Fleur, please just listen” Harrys calloused hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling them from my sullen face. “What Harry? Have you come to embarrass me again?” I paused, watching his sculpted face frown. My blood shot eyes searched his emerald ones, hoping to find a glimmer of guilt or even pity but his once bright eyes held no character, no life. As I averted my gaze, my arms were being pulled causing me to stand on my feet. Harry’s height towering over me. “Look at me Fleur! I want you!” Harry’s breathed fanned my face, the smell of mint and cinnamon swirling around my nostrils. His grip on my wrists was getting tighter, stopping me from escaping the cubical and his version of an apology. “Harry, ‘I want you’, is not an apology. Just move, I need to see anyone other than you.” My voice bared no resemblance to the anger that was building within me, my knuckles turned white as my hands balled into fists. “I am sorry, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you…” his voice trailed off as his hands moved away from arms and up to my neck. A place he was now familiar with. He moved my dark waves to the left side of my neck, lowering his head to the right side, preparing to leave marks. As his breath hit my neck, I pushed at his chest, fighting the urge to give in. “No Harry. Just Go.” He stood up straight and began to smirk, his sudden change of mood giving me whiplash. Harry shuffled side ways and, with one arm, opened the cubical door allowing me to leave the small space. “Thank you” I spoke though gritted teeth as I made my way past his muscular frame. However I was stopped by his hand grabbing my arm. “No, Fleur. Thank you. Soon enough you’ll want me too.”

“I highly doubt that. No offense, but I don’t really think that bad boys are my type.” I was seething, stealing my arm from his grasp.

 “Oh, but I wouldn’t speak too soon Flower.” He whispered. A shiver travelled down my spine as his nickname for me was spoken, the name evoking unwanted memories. “Good bye Harry.” I called, whilst exiting the ladies toilets.

“Bye Fleur” he sing-songed in return.

I walked over to my locker, wiping my eyes, trying to move the meandering paths of tears and mascara that tainted my blushing cheeks. As I stood outside of my locker I heard the muffled chatter of my two friends, their distinct chortles filling my ears.

“Fleur” Tamzin spoke. Her shoulder length hair was perfectly styled, her sea-green eyes framed by long black lashes, glistened as her laughter continued.

“Fleur, are you okay?” Abbie questioned. Like Tamzin, she was styled properly, not a tendril of her ash brown hair was out of place as it flowed over her shoulders and down hair back. The two friends stared at me as my head changed from its bowed position, now facing them.

They had seen me broken before, what with my father, but they knew that this was different. They could see from the clouded glaze of my green eyes that this was a different kind of hurt and anger. One that they themselves were familiar with.

“What happened? Was it your Mum?” Abbie asked, moving her hair behind her ear. Something she did when she was nervous.

“Um, yeah, it’s Mum. We had a stupid argument this morning, she was just getting on my nerves.” I replied, holding my head higher, hoping they would ask no more questions.

Tamzins face contorted, not knowing if she should believe my obvious lie, although her features soon became neutral again. “Oh, okay. Well hope that it gets sorted out.”

”But…” Abbie was cut off by a jab to the ribs Tamzin.

“We’ll see you later, Fleur.” The two girls turned down the corridor, bickering over my words.