The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Girl Who Opened Up

Hey guys just wanted to let you know I'm writing a new story (this one is still going don't worry) it's called the "bad girl undercover" go check it out!!! And hope you're enjoying these so far!

Zach Graye's POV:

Liz told me it all. How her father abused her and hurt her. And she told me. She hasn't even told Charlie, but she's told me...why? She says she trusts me, but she surely trusts Charlie too... I'm not sure. But now we are side by side on a bus, heading to the beach.

"I definitely left my mum a note right?" Liz asks me for the thousandth time.

"Yes you left her a note, calm down we will be back before you know it." I respond, my hand shifting towards her. When she was telling me everything, I felt a rage in me that I don't remember feeling before, an upset that she had had such a horrific childhood that I wanted to kill that man. My hands were shaking and I was fucking crying when she spoke, but her hands remained calm around mine which allowed me to breathe. Liz was sat there, trying with all her will not to cry and somehow I cried and she stayed calm. Emotionless, which made me more angry at the man who had traumatised her in such a way. I will kill him if I ever see him, pummel him to the ground.

I'm ripped from my thoughts as she entwines her fingers with mine and she tugs at me, my eyes travel to hers.

"Thank you." The words are whispered to me.

"For what?" I cock my head slightly.

"For allowing me to trust again." Her mouth curves into a small smile as my heart warms at her words.

"I'm glad that I did." Her green and brown eyes are sparkling, glittering and full of what seems to be contentment.

The bus pulls to our stop as I usher us off the vehicle. Her hand still entwined in mine, sending small tingles up my fingertips. The cold air is nipping at my ears, but with my coat and scarf, I ignore it.

We wander across the great sandy sea front, it's completely abandoned, no one to be seen. The sun set hours ago and the temperature was dropping, but I brought blankets and food, which will hopefully be enough.

"I haven't been to the beach in ages..." She pulls me along the beach with her. I watch as she stops and starts to roll her trouser legs up, Thank fully there was only a light breeze so it wasn't as cold as expected. "Come on! It will be fun!" She says as she kicks her trainers off and I follow in suit, she leaps into the water, screaming.

The cold water hits my toes and instantly I let out a gasp, my feet already numbing.

"Fuck! That's freezing!" I yell as she happily skips across the shallow water.

"Warmer than England ever is, man up!" She coos at me, her long eyelashes batting. I've always thought of her as hot, I know that. But at the moment, her gleeful smile makes me see how gorgeous she is. Her hair flows so naturally and is shiny, especially in the moon light. Her eyes are stunning, with and without makeup, she's gorgeous.

Whilst I've been staring at her I've forgotten the cold water surrounding my feet. Forgotten the waves as they lapped on my ankles, all I could see was her and all I could hear was her beautiful laugh.

"What?" She looks at me, smile still there. She caught me looking...

"Nothing, lets go and eat something, I can't feel my feet!" I say as I stride out of the water and onto the sand, I grab my shoes and jog to my rucksack. It's full of warm jumpers and blankets and lots of food. Lots of food.

"Do you have a jumper I could borrow please?" The little voice behind me chirps, I grab the biggest hoodie I can find and throw it to her.

"You look good in my hoodies." I say as she slides it over her head.