*Becky's pov*
I got a glimpse of Louis as he approached. I know it could have been worse, it could have been that jerk that caused me to get into this situation but in all honesty I just wanted to be left alone right now. My pace slowed down as I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. And just the fact that Louis was decent enough to come and check up on me, it's not something a lot of people would do.
"Hey hey, don't cry" He said now standing in front of me wiping a few tears that had spilled over. "And especially no crying over that idiot" He added causing a small giggle to escape my lips. Don't you just hate it when there's that one person that makes you laugh when you are trying to be serious. Well i guess that's just Louis for you, even though I hardly know him, he's one of those people you just get along with.
"Why does he hate me Lou?" I questioned shakily.
He was quick to respond "He doesn't hate you, he's just going through a lot. Some time you may want to ask him, I think it would come better from the man himself."
Our conversation was soon interrupted when someone cleared their voice behind us. Turning around I was soon met with 4 sets of eyes, well 3 as the last person had his head tilted down as he quietly kicked some pebbles by his feet. Zayn was the first one to speak as he placed his hand on my upper arm.
"Are you ok love?"
I nodded lightly meeting the eyes of the boy with the blond highlights who I have yet to learn his name. Noted to self.
A wave of confidence suddenly flushed over me as I stared at the some what beautiful boy that stood beside zayn. Yes I did admit that harry was good looking, but looks aren't anything if you have a bad personality.
"Um, Harry can I speak with you for a second?" I asked letting out a small cough before I spoke. He merely acknowledged what I had just said and followed me over to a small park that was out of sight from the rest of the boys. While walking off I gave Lou a small nod to signify that it was okay for them to go ahead.
I could tell Harry was tensed up by my sudden courage to confront him about stuff. We both sat down on a little brown bench at the edge of the park, a reasonable distance from the entrance gate. "So er what was it you wanted to say?" He ponders taking his bottom lip between his fingers eyeing me curiously but something about his features told me his was a bit nervous.
"Why have you been so mean to me" My voice blurted out rather weakly as well may I add. I've never been good about asking people their feelings and thoughts as well as me myself telling others about mine, so this was a first for me. He stayed silent and it was beginning to get awkward from the fact I was still unsure if he was going to answer my question. "Harry?" I interrupted. It was like I could cut the tension with a knife. "I'm sorry I cant do this" He objected lifting his weight from the bench attempting to scurry off. And he would have done if I hadn't of grabbed his arm. "No I want answers and you are going to give them to me". He looked a bit baffled from my outburst and to tell the truth I was too. I had no idea where all this new found confidence was coming from but in a way I liked it, maybe its because I'm in a different place, a new start
"I'm not one to judge people Harry but um with the way you've been treating me I cant help but think- er never mind" I mumbled looking at the ground still remaining with my grip around Harry's wrist. He soon yanked it out of my hold as a response. "You what huh?" He questioned raising his voice with each word. "It's nothing" I timidly speak still refusing to look at him. "Look at me and tell me what you were going to say" He demanded. I looked up slowly to see him standing far too close for my liking.
He looked angry and distressed with his eye brows knitted together as he concentrated on me. "I-i mean like in articles and th-the things they say-" his hands begin to ball up as I speak so I stop. I stood there watching him carefully, 'make the wrong move and you could ruin everything, say the wrong thing and you would be punished'. Those taunting words still remained in my mind from years ago . 'But Harry's not like that' a subconscious thought added bringing me back to the scene that was in front of me. "And s-so far the impression you've g-given me is-" "When guess what darling the media are full of bullshit!" He suddenly shouted, his arms being raised in the air. I flinched once again and the use of the word 'darling' made everything hit home.
"Come out darling, no need to be afraid" The low voice grumbled and I could imagine that evil smirk that crossed his features.
The foot steps began to get louder, the floor boards creaking as he got nearer. Then it was quiet. "Maybe staying off school today wasn't a very good idea now was it Rebecca?" Cringing as he used my full name I tucked my small body closer to the wall to feel safer. "Only a matter of minutes before your precious little sister gets back home, we wouldn't want her to get hurt too would we?" And that was my cue, I would do anything for my sister and if that was to get beaten up by my "dad" to keep her safe then so be it. I slowly stood up from behind the door and looked him straight in the eyes. "There's a good girl darling"
I squeezed my eyes shut in attempt to get rid of the horrid memory and it wasn't until I opened my eyes when I realised a tear was running down my cheek.
Harry was looking at me multiple emotions swimming around in his eyes but the one that stood out the most was his anger at this moment in time.
"You don't know me" He muttered pushing past me, making his way to the exit of the park.
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I am so so so sorry this has taken so long to update, first i had writters block and then i would just keep adding bits to it and i wanted to make it as good as i could so better late than never yeah?
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Fanfiction"She was trying to escape from her past, while He was trying to escape his present"
