Guide To Survive

Chapter 4

Rebeccas's POV

I sat there with Harry for about two hours before we left and I took him back to his car. He got down from my still turned on motorcycle, kissed my cheek and got in his car. I roared away as soon as he started his car. I headed home. It was already six p.m so I'm sure my brother is already home, dad probably won't be home until nine so I don't have to worry about much. I can take my brother, that was one of the reasons why Matt let me use his gym the first time I met him. I remember that I first met Matt when I was a sophomore and he was a senior. He had helped me out when my brother slapped me in the middle of the hallway. Matt had stood up for me and had tried to stop me from crying. He told me that he owned a place where I could learn self defense and I could show my asshole of a brother a lesson. Once I had already learned all his trick and ways Matt gave me a job there as one of the trainers. He even trusted me enough to give me a key so I could use the gym to blow off steam when ever I wanted to. I had two jobs one as a trainer and the other a small part time job at a small supermarket across the street from the gym.

I turned left on my street and parked the motorcycle in the drive way. I turned off the bike and got off only to notice Harry's black Range Rover parked behind me. He turned off the car and got down.

"Go on a date with me." He stated walking towards me. I couldn't believe him. He couldn't ask? He had to stated. Wow.

"Wow. Not even a please?" I said as cheeky as possible. I remember that 5 months ago, before my mom had died and before Zayn and Louis started bullying me, I was actually really out going. I was weird and random and made friends instantly. I haven't been that way since my mom's car crashed, then to put the iceing on the cake, Zayn and Louis decided to use me as their personal punching bag and I lost all my friends except for Matt and the guys from the gym. I was the only female trainer there so they all saw me like a little sister they had to protect from all harm. I was always cheeky with the boys at the gym but never with someone I had just met. I had met Harry today. I didn't understand why I felt as if I had known him my entire life when it had only been a few hours.

"Please, please, please go on a date with me?" Harry begged grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips, kissing it repeatidly.

"You just showed up at my house! Like a fucking wierdo. How the hell did you even know where I live?" I was avoiding the question. I know I was avoiding the question and some part of me knew that he knew too. I was scared to anwser his question because if I said no then I'd hurt him but if I said yes and something went wrong I'd get hurt. If I did agree to go on a date with him but came home to late or something then I'd get beaten by my dad and then by my brother or vise-versa. But if I said no then I'd risk losing the only chance I've had in the past five months to be with someone who made me feel alive. I couldn't say no to him. I would take whatever beating would be to come as long as I got a chance to be with him. He made me feel alive. He ignited a fire inside me that I haven't felt since before my mothers death. Ever since he pinned me to the floor of the ring in the gym I felt it. I felt the way my stomach turned and I got butterflies and my every nerve went out of control from something as simple as his touch. When I kissed him I had to get up and run to Matt because if I wouldn't have then we would still be laying the on the ring floor. I knew that when I kissed him I'd be hooked but honestly I didn't care about any of that. I wanted him. I wanted him more that I had wanted anything in my entire life. The way his eyes sparkled when I pulled away let me know that I wasn't the only one hooked now. Now it wasn't a matter of getting him out of my system for the sake of my sanity.

"I kind of followed you. I was going to ask when I got off the bike but I was too much of a pussy. So I kind of followed you and on the way here I grew the balls to ask you out. So what do you say? Will you please go out on a date with me friday night?" He looked straight into my eyes and smiled warmly at me, almost as if trying to convince me to say yes.

Sure, why not. I've got nothing to lose. Would you like to come inside." I don't know where the sudden burst of courage came from but I asked anyway. I was still silently hoping that he would decline and my brother didn't have to see me bring a boy inside and lead him to my room.

"Would that be okay?" He asked looking suspiciously around the house and up at the second floor window, I followed his gaze to see my abusive, asshole of a brother looking out the window.

"Yeah. Don't worry about him. He may bark but he won't bite...You." I emphazised the 'you'. I don't know why I did it, maybe a bad habit I had acquired while talking about my brother with the boys. Harry noticed and tensed beside me but surprisingly didn't say anything as we made our way to the front door. I waited for Harry to come inside and locked the door behind him. Quickly I made my way up to my room with Harry hot on my heels.

"So this is what the room of a 17 year old girl looks like." He said looking at my Nirvana and Pink Floyd : Dark Side Of the Moon posters plastered all over my room.

"18. I'm 18." I said.

"Sorry. So your a senior?" He asked a bit amused.

"Well obviously. I have classes with you, you dipshit." I laughed punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"I am wounded." He placed a hand over his heart to indicate the part of him that had been hurt.

"Oh I'm sorry. Let me help." I walked over to him and moved his hand away. I brought my lips to his chest and kissed him right above his heart. I let my lips linger over his skin before I moved away and sat down on my bed. I patted the bed next to me and he walked over taking a seat. He leaned in putting a hand on my back and brought his lips to mine. He swiped his toungue across my lower lip as if begging for entrance. I easily obliged and opened my mouth to allow him entrance. At first the kiss was slow and soft but after a while it hardened and quickend. I lay myself down on the on the bed, not breaking the kiss. Harry's hands traveled from my back down to my legs, he began to draw figure eights on my outer thighs with his digits. I moaned slightly into the kiss. I began to pull away, not wanting to take it that far on the first night. He pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. He smirked at at me and pecked my lips before sitting up again and pulling me along with him.

"So, Harry, I don't mean to make this akward. So tell me about you." He looked over at me and grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it.

"Well, I'm quite ordinary actually. I have two siblings but the only one I actually like is Liam. When I was 1 my parents divorced and my mom married Liam's dad. I want to study music when I'm out of school. And I love your smile and the way your eyes light up when you look at me."

"The last two are things about me not you."

"Yes but they make me happy therefore they are about me." He smiled and kissed me again.