He Is Broken. // H.S.

4~Promise

4~Promise

Everest's POV

I climb the stairs to the second floor, frantically looking for the curly haired boy. I walk down a narrow hallway, walking hastily down to a screen door that leads to a balcony. I stop myself from opening the door, flinching at the sight of the curly haired boy I've been looking for.

Harry.

His elbows rests on the metal railing, his hands clasped together. His eyes focused on the city lights.

I let out a deep breath, "Okay, you can do this," I encouragingly whisper to myself. I slowly open the screen door with both hands, bracing myself for what's about to happen. What if he doesn't talk to me? What if he pushes me away?

The sound of the screen door opening startles Harry, causing him snap his head towards me. His deep emerald eyes pierce through mine. The first thing that caught my attention, were his eyes. Red bleeding out of the corners of his lifeless eyes. Purple streaks hang from his lower eyelids.

My heart aches from the sight of the broken boy. I stand by the door frame, not a clue what to say.

He cuts his eyes, laughing bitterly. "So, you must be the girl Louis talked to, right?" He asks, smirking.

The sound of his raspy voice, sends chills down my spine. "Um, yeah," I manage to say, my voice a little unsteady. "He told me you were up here." He nods, turning his head away. I then walk over to the railing where he is, keeping a good distance between me and him. I place my hands on the cold rail, letting the light cool breeze blow against me from the night.

He looks away, scratching the bridge of his nose. "Well, if they told you I needed help, they're wrong. I'm fine, okay. And if you came up here to 'cheer' me up, then don't bother staying up here." He coldly says.

I cross my arms, my eyebrows knitting together. "No, I wasn't ," I dart back, our tones matching. "I actually came up here to, help you." I didn't exactly know how to word it out, but I said it. He laughs bitterly again. "Look, your friends are worried about you, and so am I from what I've heard." I worriedly say.

He snorts. "Sure you are," he sarcastically says. "You barely know me and I don't even know your name." He shakes his head.

I opened my mouth to interject, but closed it slowly. He's right. I barely know him and he doesn't even know my name. Stupid!

"So, what is it?" He asks, looking up at me, our gaze meeting.

"It's Everest."

"Everest?..."

"Milestone, Everest Milestone." I answer.

He nods. "Well, I'm sure you know who I am, but I'm Harry," he jokes, smirking, his dimples appearing for the first time tonight.

"Harry?..." I sarcastically tease, making him laugh lightly. Just by hearing him laugh, makes me laugh. I can tell this laugh, is his real laugh. The laugh he makes when he's happy. It's so soft and sweet, I'm intrigued.

We stand in silence for a long time, our eyes gazing upon the city lights. I flutter my eyes, remembering that Harry is up here with me. So I speak, "Why are you up here?" He turns his gaze towards me, his hard eyes pierce through mine like lasers.

He shakes his head. "I didn't feel like staying down there," he said. "In fact, I didn't even wanna come."

I bite my lower lip. "Then why did you come?"

He shrugs. "Didn't want to make the lads dissapointed, I guess," he said unsure, hanging his head.

I didn't want to ask him this, but I just had to know or it was going to kill me, "What happened to your family?" I ask sincerely. His eyes snap back up to mine, his features shocked. Maybe I shoundn't have asked him that just yet, but the feeling of not knowing is eating me alive. I desperately want to know!

"How do you know about that?"

"Louis told me, but he didn't tell me what happened."

He laughs humorlessly, shaking his head. "Now why would I ever tell you that? It's really none of your business," he says, his voice stern and hard.

My eyes widen, my jaw tighting. "It actually is my business now, Harry," I snap, getting his full attention. "Your friends came to me, desperatly needing my help. They care enough that they came to me in your time of need! So yeah, I agreed and came up here to 'help' you!"

I pause, trying to calm myself down, remembering that he has feelings too, then proceeding.

"I know we just met and I'm sure you don't trust me, but in order for me to help you, I need to know these things. I can tell your tired and hurt, and you just don't feel like doing anything. You keep saying you're fine, when really deep down, you feel nothing but brokenness, bitterness and rage. I know exactly where your coming from. I've been there before."

For some reason the last thing I say, captures his attention. He stares at me with soft eyes, like he really is listening.

"You have?" He innocently asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

I nod. "Yeah," I sigh before proceeding. I look away, avoiding his gaze. "When I was fourteen, my mother had died from a heart attack." I slowly say. "And a little over a year ago, I lost my uncle to cancer." I could feel my bottom lip begin tremble, tears threatening to spill. But if I want to gain Harry's trust, I must keep going. Harry's eyes still fixed on me.

"And my dad... my dad used to abuse me and my mom. He abused me when she was alive, and after she died. I was so ready to grow up and leave, that I almost ended up running away. But I didn't. I left, right after I graduated highschool, leaving my father behind. So I left for LA, and here I am, living the life I've always dreamed of." I finally ended, sighing in relief that it's over. I slowly turned my head towards him, meeting his gaze.

There's a long pause between us, our eyes looking down at the concrete balcony. He still stares at me with worried eye. He finally speaks, "I'm so sorry," he says concerned. He straightens his frame, placing his hands on the medal rail.

I nod half smiling. I don't know why, but I placed my quivering hand on his cold hands softly. "Harry, I really want to help you. I really do."

He avoids my gaze and looks to his right, letting my hand rest on his.

"You can trust me," I sincerely say. I squeeze his hand, but he pulls away, turning his back to me. He runs a hand through his wild curls, sighing a long sigh.

He sighs, turning around to face me. "First, you have to do me a favor," he says firmly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What do I need to do?" I say, going along with it.

He remains firm.

"Promise me you won't back out, that you will stay and help me no matter what the cost is," he says, concerned, his hands tightening into fists.

I look into his empty green eyes, trying to find them. But I can't.

"Promise me," he firmly says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shift my eyes back to him, meeting his gaze. His hurt, lifeless eyes.

God, he's so hurt, even I can feel it.

I don't hesitate to say it.

"I promise."

~*~*~

~A/N~

'I used to think that I was better alone.

Why did I ever wanna let you go.

Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea.

The words you whispered I will always BELIEVE!'

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{You finish! XD}

Sorry, this song has been stuck in my head all day. Louis' solo is my favorite part of this song! Gah, I love him! He's so perf!<3

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