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

Chapter 19

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I was five years old. Harry had taken me into the attic so neither my mom nor dad could find me. My father...had beat me again.

My right eye was swollen and bruised. I held my teddy bear close to me, still hiccuping from crying.

The camera jiggled around as Harry set it down. He smiled brightly into it, giving a quick thumbs up before running over to me.

He took my hands, leading me farther into the room. I looked up at him with wide eyes- well, one at least.

"Come here, baby Rosie." He cooed softly, bringing me over to the piano. "Haz wants to show you something."

I tilted my head at him when he sat down at the piano, patting the space next to him. I slowly climbed up onto the bench.

He smiled down at me, allowing me to rest my head on his arm while he began playing. It was the most beautiful song I had ever heard.

My lips parted as I listened intently. I breathed softly, not wanting to miss a note. Harry leaned over, quickly kissing the top of my head.

And then...he began singing. His voice was so smooth and soft. The words fell from his mouth so naturally.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you."

He continued to play and sing, comforting me more and more as each moment passed. I felt safe when I was with him. I knew he would never hurt me.

When he finished, he shyly looked down at me with raised eyebrows, as if to say 'did you like it?'.

Instead of answering, I just leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. They immediately turned pink as he quickly looked away.

"Thank you Haz." I whispered as my eyelids began to grow heavy.

"You're welcome princess."

The screen went black, leaving me speechless. I looked up to Harry who sat motionless. He wore a slightly guilty expression.

"You really wrote it for me?"

He nodded slowly, finally meeting my gaze. I let out a small lingering breath. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I love you." I whispered, almost afraid to actually say it.

An almost relieved smile spread across his face. His cheeks lifted, dimples indented in them.

"I love you too, Rosie." He suddenly reached behind the bed, grabbing a basket.

"What's this?"

He handed it to me with a giddy smile. I opened it slowly, gasping loudly. My eyes almost brimmed with tears.

Inside was the board game Clue. The same game we would play all the time when we were together. I always beat him at it. There was also some food and drinks under the board.

"I thought we could go on a picnic like old times. At...our spot. The graveyard?"

I hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I tried desperately not to cry at his sweet gesture.

"Do you like it?" He whispered into my ear, quickly kissing temple.

"I love everything you do for me, Harry. Thank you."