When I met him.

Chapter 18 :)

Makayla's POV.

I just got in Harry's flat. It felt strange at first, but I know I'd get use to it.

"Where am I sleeping?" I asked Harry, who was looking through the cabins to find something to eat. He turned his face toward me, "In my room, of course." he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I nodded, "Okay."

"Are you alright?" he asked me, still looking for something to eat.

I frowned, "Wha-" he cut me off.

"You're parents." he answered my question. "They said some bullshit and I don't want you to believe what they said."

I walked closer to him, "Don't worry, I'm used to it." I replied and kissed his cheek. He smiled and kissed mine, making me laugh.

"Did you find something to eat?" I asked Harry.

"Yeah, but I don't feel like making it. So, we're going out." he told me. I nodded and started to get ready.

"Ready?" Harry asked me, smiling. I smiled back, "Yes, come on." I said, and took his hand in mine.

We arrived at the restaurent 10 minutes later. Harry made sure to choose one with less people in it, so we could be alone. He didn't tell me, but I know he only did this to make sure I get no hate from the fans or anyone.

"Is everything alright?" I asked Harry, who was looking outside the windows every 5 seconds.

He turned his head to look at me, "Yeah. I just don't want anyone to find us."

I sighed, "It's okay. I'm almost done anyway."

"Take your time, I don't want to rush you." he said, putting his hand on mine. 

That's when my eyes caught something. Bruises. There was bruises on his hands again.

"Harry, what's that?" I asked him with the more serious tone I could take.

He followed my sight and took his hand back on his lap.

"Nothing." he said through his teeth.

"Harry." I warned him.

"It's nothing to worry about okay? Please baby, just forget it." he spoke with a soft voice.

"Okay." I finally gave in.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. That's when I knew. He fought.

"With who?" I asked, still trying to decide which emotion I was feeling at this moment.

"The fucking pap who talk to you at the cemetery." he answered. "He couldn't do that without anyhting in return. He knew that.

I didn't know what to say first, but then I realised, he wasn't worth it. I didn't want to start a fight with Harry only because he defended me.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked.

"No." Harry replied, confused.

"Good. He deserved it anyway." I said, and stood up. "Come on." I said and took Harry's hand. He kissed the top of my head and we walked out of the restaurent.

Elena's POV.

I spent the say at Matthew's. Makayla was with Harry anyway, so she wouldn't need me. When I came back, I realise Mak's parents has arrived. They were at the table kitchen, looking through some papers.

"Hey, you're back." I greeted them. They looked at me and went back to their papers. No hellos or anything. Well okay.

"How was the tri-" Mak's mother cut me off.