Give Me Hope (h.s)

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Arabella

I exhale, my lips buzzing together as I sit in my room in utter boredom. My fingers play with my hair and I let it go, looking up at the ceiling. The clock ticks throughout my room and I close my eyes, reliving last week.

All I wanted was just to see Harry, and I ended up just...on cloud nine.

Everything about him makes me melt. There has never been boys in my life and when I finally come in contact with one, I can't be with him. The threat my father has made perfectly clear makes everything harder, but Harry clearly feels the same for me as I do him.

Last week was everything we've had kept to ourselves, put forth in the best way possible. His previous fight didn't hold him back one bit for his kisses were amazing. All he did was amazing. And when he calls me Bella...my heart just stops and I bask in the moment because no one has ever called me that before. The fact that he calls me Bella because it means beautiful makes it even better. I really like him.

The door opens and I sit up, my dad walking in.

"So, baby, how are you doing?" he asks, my hand throwing a pillow at him.

"What..." he trails and I sit up.

"I'm sick of being here. You can't do this for my entire life," I complain, and he sighs.

"We've been over this a million times, Arabella," he says, and I get off my bed.

"I want to get out of here. Your deals are putting me in danger. Bone Thrashers are trying to get me to get you. I can't deal with it anymore! I'm sick of this!" I say, his hands grabbing my wrists.

"You can't go out for that. They'll hurt you over there. No more going out," he says, squeezing my wrists tightly.

"I had the time of my life with Harry when he was my bodyguard because I got to see the world. My father is the one locking me up, which shouldn't happen," I grit, shoving against his chest.

"You listen to me. I'm your father!" he says again and throws me onto the floor.

"If you don't start appreciating my protection, then I'm going to have to lock your doors and ensure that you never get out again. So grow the fuck up Arabella," he yells, my eyes filling with tears. He storms out of my room and I just cry, moving so I can curl up in a ball on my bed.

I spend hours, sulking in my bedroom before I get up. My hand grabs a book and I start to read, trying to distract myself. As the day goes on, I start to fall asleep.

Knocking on the door wakes me up and I blink a few times, walking towards the door. Then the door swings open right as I am about to answer. A hand grabs my mouth before I can scream and I'm dragged out of my room, alarms going off.

Fights are broken out all through the halls and I feel whoever is carrying me stumble. I'm dropped and I scream, looking around. I get up and run, trying to see if I can find Harry. He's the only one I even remotely want to see.

My feet run through the halls and I find a familiar face: Harry's friend.

"Where's Harry?" I say, out of breath.

"He went looking for you. You need to get out," he says, pulling me to the side. We start to walk somewhere but Harry comes around the corner. I run to him and he grabs my face.

"You alright?" he asks, my head nodding. Then he leans down and throws me over his shoulder, running down the hall. I hold onto him, knowing he's doing this to get somewhere fast.

I'm set down and he puts me in a passenger's seat, kissing my forehead before he rushes to the driver's side. He speeds out of the garage and drives as fast as he can away from the building.

I take a deep breath and look over at him when I feel his hand grab mine.

"What's going on?" I ask, his hand squeezing mine.

"Bone Thrashers came looking for you. So I'm driving us away from here," he says, my stomach turning. This whole thing is starting to revolve around me and that scares me.

"Pull over," I say, his head glancing at me. I think I'm going to be sick. He slows, pulling over just so I can get out. I pull my hair back and empty my stomach on the side of the road, Harry meeting me to grab my hair.

I stand up and feel disgusting, but Harry pulls me into his arms. "I'm so sorry Bella," he whispers, brushing my hair.

He kisses my head and helps me back in the truck. Once inside, he hands me water and a tissue. I clean myself up and I set the bottle in the holder, searching the glove compartment for gum. I take a piece and Harry grabs my hand again.

My head leans against the window and I close my eyes, trying to sleep. Harry's hand holds mine tightly and I fall asleep holding onto his.

When I wake up, Harry's driving slowly through a town and I look out the window. He lifts my hand and kisses my fingers, my head turning to look at him.

"Where are we?" I ask, his head turning to look at me.

"Phoenix, Arizona," he tells me, my eyes widening. The house is in San Diego so I'm shocked at how far we drove while I was sleeping.

"Does, um, my father know?" I ask, his head shaking.

"I have not had contact with any of them. And I don't intend to until we find a place to stay for a while," he says, looking over at me.

I'm a strange mix of emotions about this. The fact that I'm out of the house makes me happy, as well as being with Harry. But I'm scared that my dad is going to hurt Harry, or worse, Bone Thrashers will find us.

"Do, um...are you mad?" he asks, my head turning to look at him.

"I'm scared," is all I tell him, his hand tightening right as I say it.

"What can I do? I just wanna help," he says and I shrug. I really don't have words right now. I have no idea what to do. As much as I have wanted to be out of that house, now I don't know how to face the real world.

"I don't know," I sigh, my lips pressing together after. His hand holds mine tightly and he starts to slow down, pulling into a office building.

"I'm gonna see if I can rent a villa. Do you want to come in with me?" he asks, my head nodding. We get out of the car and he walks towards me, my head tilting to look up at him. He looks down at me and smiles, assumingly to reassure me.

"Am I gonna be safe?" I ask, his hands grabbing my cheeks. He leans down and I feel my heart pound as he leans closer to me. A soft kiss is pressed to my lips and I hold his waist, his head pulling back up.

"The safest you've ever been," he whispers, my lips curving. I in turn wrap my arms around him and hug him, his head resting on mine as we take in the new surroundings.

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