Not So Typical

Chapter 7

A/N: I just want to take second and thank my lovely friends Mya and Jess for all the sweet feedback on this and encouraging me to keep going. I love you both dearly! So here is Chapter 7 and I hope you enjoy!

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Mel's POV

We were sitting with our backs against the couch, our plates almost empty now. I had consumed enough fried rice and sesame chicken to feed the royal family three times over if not more. 

"I think I may explode. Too much food" I groaned as I set my plate on the floor in front of me. 

Harry laughed and continued to eat, he was obviously a bottomless pit. Some terrible romantic comedy was on and we had spent dinner making fun of the bad jokes and awkward dialogue but the movie was coming to an end. 

"Yay! I ate all my food Mel" Harry said loudly in a childlike voice and clapping his hands. He was smiling like a three year old and it was absolutely adorable. 

I couldn't help but to laugh and shake my head at his antics. I grabbed his now empty plate from his lap, stacked mine on top, and then got up to take them to the kitchen. As I stood up Harry grabbed my wrist to pull me back down and as he did I was pulled back into the past. 

Wrist grabbing turned to shoving which turned to slapping which turned to breaking things and yelling. Andrew was violent and he especially hated when I walked away without his permission. I had to learn that the hard way with bruises covering my arms and sometimes my face. 

I came back to the present and I knew there were tears coming from eyes at the slight memory from the past. I thought I was over this but I obviously wasn't. 

"Mel, are you okay? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to" he said softly setting my hand back in my lap. 

I looked up at him as I forced the tears to stop. "I would normally lie and say yes but I guess its quite obvious that I'm not okay. Its a long story. I'll be alright, promise."

I wiped the few tears that were stuck on my cheeks and grabbed the plates again, heading for the kitchen. I sat the plates in the sink and I felt his presence enter the room. 

"Mel..." he said barely loud enough for me to hear. 

I didn't want to have to bring up the past, not this early. It would scare him away, it always scared them away. The few people that I had gone out with always left after we got to the Andrew subject. They always left. I didn't want him to leave, at least not yet. 

I turned around to face him and he was standing right in front of me. His hand slowly reached up and I fought the urge not to back away on instinct. He used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear, his touch was so gentle that I almost didn't even feel it. 

"Tell me what happened...it was Andrew wasn't it" he asked not breaking eye contact with me. 

I slowly nodded and I felt the tears coming on again. I buried my head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. 

"Its okay, he can't hurt you anymore" he whispered into my ear. I knew that he was right but that didn't mean it didn't still scare me.

After a few more minutes of crying in the kitchen I pulled myself together and we returned to our seats in the living room, this time sitting cross legged facing each other. 

I took a deep breath and started explaining. "I met Andrew when I was sixteen. He was a year older than me and he was cute and he was older and he took an interest in me. It wasn't long before we started dating and then I gave it up to him. He was the first guy I had ever dated and after 3 months he had the most sacred part of me. I should have known he was trouble." 

I stopped to take a breath and fight off the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I had cried enough in front of Harry for one day. "Long story short, he became really possessive over time. He told me what I could wear, who I could hang out with, and when I didn't follow those rules he got angry...really angry. The bruises were always there as a constant reminder of the rules I was breaking. After two years I finally told my mom and she helped me get out of there and away from him, but he is with me everyday. Anytime someone even semi touches me in a way that he would of it all comes back. Anytime I hear a man yelling in a film or television show it all rushes back. I can't escape it. I can't escape him." 

My voice broke again and silent tears started falling down my face. His face was solemn, he was taking this a million times better than any other person I told. He was taking it even better than Elsa and Kate. He eventually shook his head and leaned forward to pull me into a hug. 

"Mel, I am so sorry that happened to you. No girl should ever have a hand raised at them. You know I would never ever touch you out of anger right?"

I nodded into his chest and I felt him kiss my hair. He was still here. I had told him everything and he was still here.