The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 15

I stared down at the wooden table, caressing my mug of hot chocolate. Harry made everyone a mug as he began making a cake. He bakes when he has to deal with his feelings.

I sniffed, wiping my nose on my sleeve. I thought back to when I lived in Florida with my 'dad' and mom. I remember talking to Tom in prison and Luci when I thought he was just a cat.

I remember Harry and I's first date, along with that dumb break we went on. I recall everything. For some reason, I began to forget when I was away from Harry.

But now, I can't forget anything. I finally noticed the scar in the shape of an E on my upper thigh. I had carved it into my skin when I was younger.

I remember the spirits who lived within my mind. The storms I was so afraid of. And the vivid dreams I encountered.

I lifted my hand, rubbing my temple softly. I didn't forget Dylan, who was actually Zayn. I can never forget the final fight between us all.

I can never get rid of the imagine of my mom's dead body. Or the fact that Tom was killed. I can never escape the fact that I was running from the devil for two years.

And then...after I became a ghost, it all stopped. It was like I was normal again. But I was never really normal. I will never be normal.

Liam coughed lightly, making me look up at him. He stared back at me, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was reading my mind.

I slowly lowered my head back down. I couldn't help but think back to it all. The first time I went into the library and the attic. All of my little episodes. Everything...was coming back to me. And I will never forget.

I lifted the white mug to my lips, letting the warm liquid run down my throat. I rubbed my thumbs over the cup, lowering it again.

I licked my lips slowly, looking up at Zayn from across the table. We all sat in silence. Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, Edna, and I. We didn't dare make a sound as Harry baked whilst humming a happy yet eerie tune.

"Do you remember the ring?" I whispered, finally breaking the gloomy silence. Everyone looked up at me. Harry stopped humming. "The red one."

"Yes." Louis whispered, along with Edna.

"I destroyed it."

Zayn looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, you destroyed that one."

I raised an eyebrow at him. Edna too looked a bit confused.

"What do you mean, that one?" I questioned in suspicion.

"Do you remember...the night Harry was murdered?" Zayn began, making us nod. Harry had stopped moving completely now, with his back still facing us. "You know how my ring fell down the drain?"

Once again, we nodded. He furrowed his eyebrows, tugging at his bottom lip. I glanced at Edna, whose eyes widened in realization.

"I could never get it out. I had to get Edna to make me a new one."

"Yes...I remember now." She whispered softly, as if in awe.

"Wait. So the original ring is still in the drain?" I asked, my stomach churning.

"Yes. It has the same value as the one you destroyed. Although..." Zayn trailed off, squinting his eyes at nothing.

"What?" Harry finally spoke up.

We all glanced over at him. My lips parted slightly when he looked at me from over his shoulders, out of the corner of his eyes.

"That ring may be our key to defeat Lucifer. This time, we won't banish him. We'll destroy him and his throne."

Harry suddenly slammed his fist against the countertop, making me gasp.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He spun around to face us. "You guys are seriously believing him? After everything?!"

"Harry..." I whispered, a bit afraid. I didn't want him to wake Darcy and Edward who were napping upstairs.

"No, Rosie! Do you remember what he did to you? The hell he put us through? He's the reason why we're so fucked up!" He screamed at me.

"And he's the reason why we're together!" I yelled back with tears in my eyes.

"He killed me and my bloody family. I should be thankful about that?!"

"I..." My voice cracked slightly. Zayn gripped my hand from across the table.

"No." Harry took a step towards the table, picking Zayn up by the collar and smashing his back into the wall. "Do not touch her. You hear me, Malik? You do not fucking touch my Rosie."

"Stop." I stood up, pushing against Harry's shoulder.

He only tightened his grip on Zayn, making me panic. He drew his arm back, making me think he was going to hit him.

I grabbed his elbow, making him jump and accidentally elbow me in the mouth.

"Umpf!" I groaned, clutching my jaw. Blood seeped through my teeth and fingers as it ran down my jaw.

Harry stared at me with wide eyes. He immediately let go of Zayn. Niall ran up to me in shock.

"P-princess...I'm so sorry."

"What the fuck, Harry?" Zayn barked, making the hatred in Harry's eyes return.

"You shut the hell up."

"No, I have a say in this too, Styles."

"No you don't! How do we know you even care? You're an awful person- if you are even one. How do we know you're not a double spy?"

"Because-"

Tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with blood as it all trailed down my neck. I didn't have the strength to intervene as Niall slowly healed my jaw.

"That's not good enough! You were a demon. You're evil."

"I care because I'm her grandfather, Harry!"

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Ohhhh my gosh. I told y'all, it's bout to get drama filled all up in dis bish.

So, how have you all been? Hopefully the week has gotten off to a good start for all of you.

I am so happy with how all of you responded to the Q&A from yesterday! All of your comments were so nice and funny, I'm glad y'all enjoyed it as much as I did.

Now let's talk about SOTT. I think that Harry's music video was very beautiful and artistic. But the way he was just floating about was pretty damn funny, I laughed a lot.

What'd you guys think of it?

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