Knockout (harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 3

When we get to it, Sam falls into the back seat and I quietly take a seat in the front.

"Where do you guys live?" I'm soon asked as we pull out of the parking lot. I graciously share the information, as we drive, down the vacant street.

"How long have you and Luke been together?" Harry asks, looking at me contently.

"'Bout a year, or so" I reply, worried where this conversation would go.

"You really like being with him?"

"I don't want to talk about this" I complain, starring out the window, watching houses pass by.

"You can tell me," Harry insists, putting his hand on my leg, "we will be seeing a lot of each other now, might as well get to know you"

"Well, I didn't 'want' to be with him in the first place. I was forced into it. I mean, it was fun at first, then Luke started getting abus-" I stopped myself short, so I didn't want to finish telling him that Luke was abusive; with a short temper, and took out his anger, on me. Most of the scars and bruises I had weren't from the ring. Before I realised it, tears started streaming down my face.

"It's alright, love. Don't cry" Harry says, making me jump. I had almost forgot he was even there.

"I'm sorry, it's just.... it's just nothing"

"Hailey, I'm not a psychic, but it's obviously something. You don't have to tell me, though, if you don't want to"

"Can I trust you?" I asked looking into his piercing green eyes, as Harry pulls the car to a stop, at the red light.

"Of course" he tells me. I believe him too, but it sounds just to good to be true.

"Well, Luke.... He's- He gets mad, a lot and I become his personal punching bag". That was the best way I could telling him that Luke's the reason for most of my scars.

"I... Hailey I didn't know"

"It's alright. I didn't expect you to walk up and be an expert on me and my life"

"No offence, but I don't think I would want to be."

"Don't blame you" I say looking away from him. I could still feel his emerald eyes on me, as we traveled down the empty road.

"Hai, can I call you that" I nod, in approval, "can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything" I turn back, to Harry. When I do, this time, it's him who turns, deflecting my gaze.

"Why don't you just brake up with Luke?"

"I tried, it only made things worse"

All he says is, "oh". The rest of the ride is silent.

When we pull up, on the curb, outside my flat, I brake the ongoing quietness, "Thanks Harry" I say,"I'll pay you back as soon as I can"

"Don't worry about it"

He gives me no time to answer, for he gets out of the car, runs to my side, and opens the door, for me

"What are you doing?" I question.

"I think you should be treated like the, beautiful, girl you are" he replies, with a smirk. I shake my head, but still take his arm. Harry walks me, up to my front door. I fumble in my pocket, for my keys and unlock it. "Here you are, sweetheart. Home sweet home"

"Thank you, again". When he hugs me, this time, my heart flutters; not wanting Harry to leave.

"Goodnight, love" he says walking back, to his car. I watch, desperately wanting him to stay.