Broken Youth

Chapter 11

~ Chapter Eleven ~

••Megan••

It's been a week. One whole week since I've seen Georgia; anywhere. I didn't go to college, or work, I just stayed at home. Truth to be told I felt so damn ill and achy on Monday, I couldn't even get up, let alone walk. So all I've done is read (you know which book) and well, do what girls of my age do when they can't go to parties. It's gross (of course I find it pleasurable), but needed. All the books I read, including 'that one', and the only ones that interest me, are nearly 80% smut with an awful lot of imaginative descriptions of male characters, leaving me to fantasise what they look like. Although, it hurts- so fucking much- when I do it- the bruises around my pelvis grew, then turned a horrible greeny- purple colour before disappearing. It was the strangest experience of my life but then again, so was having a boy (who might I add, is still extraordinarily attractive) stare at you and watch you for hours outside your house. I know he knows I can see him, I just wish he would knock in the door and talk. I need interaction with another human, both sexually and mentally. It's fair to say this week has been hell utter hell. And now, on a Saturday afternoon, instead of watching some shitty TV programme I'd love to have a visit. Georgia would be ideal or even the boy outside, but neither will come. They haven't all week...

Just as I wrapped the crème blanket around me tighter, a knock on the door sounded. Still highly confused, I stumbled (slowly) down the hallway and opened the oak door.
"Yes?" My tone was sarcastic, not intentionally of course.
"Sorry to disturb you, um, well-" I realised who it was. Madison's mum- please not now.
"I don't need to hear it now, I'm too tied up in my own problems to deal with you right now." By the look on Julia's face I could see my words had stung her- too bad I didn't give a shit any more.
"Oh, well, I was just telling you that we're moving- away, out of town, and the family who live just past Mrs Vlack are moving in." My brow knotted in confusion; why would they move?
"Do you know why?"
"They said our house was bigger, which it is, but I agree, it's odd." I nodded before we said our goodbyes and wished Julia luck. Why on earth are the Styles' moving here? It was odd. Much like the night I visited Mrs Vlack... Her passing was sudden and very unexpected but being me, I didn't attend her funeral. I really couldn't stand them- they just reminded me of Mum, Dad, Madison and my sister; as I've already mentioned. The family who had lived next door to the Styles' (I don't know their names at all), had moved next to me only a few days ago because their house had a damp problem which, apparently, wasn't bearable. To me it was stupid and rather pointless, but my opinion couldn't mean less to them.

The coffee machine whirled and whizzed as I made myself a cup, reaching for the biscuits in turn. Staring into the distance, not really focusing on anything, a tall dark figure caught my attention. He was back. The boy. My memory flashed back to the stormiest day in history, the day I realised something was wrong and soon enough everything I'd been querying made sense. That night I wasn't concentrating on anything, apart from the skies above, and in my rush I walked into someone. His eyes were piercing green, hiding beneath a black hood and his tall stature was intimidating. The boy who had been in my garden, watching me, had bumped my arm that night, his family were 'different' according to Mrs Vlack, he had oddly vibrant coloured eyes and he was moving across the street. As soon as I had seen him, a flash of lightening seemingly took him away again. That is not normal. No sooner had that happened, there was another knock on the door and a voice called. A deep, morbid voice that undoubtedly belonged to him. Still frozen to the spot, a chuckle echoed in my ears- too close to still be coming from outside the door. Warm breath tickled my skin, goosebumps erupting about my body.
"Don't be afraid, baby." I shivered under his glare. A playful glare.
"W-what, I mean who, are y-you?" Did I stutter?
He hummed softly. "You'll know when the time comes." A sudden cold draught filled the room and all was silent acknowledging me the house was empty- apart from me.

What was that?

{Authors Note}

Dedication: my beautiful best friend (@BritishNProud). Don't worry, H and Em will have more interaction over time.

Note: 1) IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! Ok, so Harry and Meg met! Obviously he's being all dark and mysterious because he can't let her know who/ what he is, but they will interact more; I p r o m i s e. 2) Thank you so much guys for over 500 reads. I've worked hard on this so to have the reaction like this is incredible. 3) I'm sorry the updates are shitty at the moment but I have so much on so bare with.

Love you all | Meg x