Chapter 3*

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After the girl had left the conversation, I tried my best to push it out of my head but it was really bothering me. What did she mean by that? After she warned me she just ran off, out of the store. I wish I knew, and part of me wanted to ask Harry but, curiosity killed the cat. 

I walked out of the store, deciding that purchases just wasn't necessary at the moment. I walked back out to Harry's truck and climbed in. He waited for me to put my seatbelt on before pulling out of the parking spot and heading back home. 

My hair was down over my face just enough where I could see him in the corner of my eye. I looked over to get a better glimpse at him. He had a tattoo on his arm saying "Things I can't" and a rose tattoo on the other side. There was some writing across his wrist but I couldn't tell what it said, and I believe there was a cross on his hand. 

"Are you checking me out?" I looked up at his face and blushed, 

"Yes but not like that, don't flatter yourself. I was looking at your tattoos. What's with the one on your arm?" Harry shook his head, 

"Which one? I've got a couple here, T." 

"Don't call me T, only my family calls me that." Harry smirked and gripped the steering wheel. 

"How long have you lived here?" Harry looked over, 

"All my life." Then he focused back on the road. I nodded and looked out the window, 

"What's your parents names?" Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat, 

"Bonnie and Ronald, why?" I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Mine is Jared and Spencer." Harry switched on the radio and began searching for a station. This car ride was definitely awkward, but I think this time it was me making it awkward. Harry sat back in the seat once he settled on a radio station. 

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Harry asked randomly. I looked back over at him, 

"I'm just trying to be friendly. Since we didn't exactly have a good introduction." Harry chuckled, 

"One thing you should learn about me, is I'm not exactly friendly. So don't be thinking that if you keep getting to know me I will become nicer, because I won't." I was a bit taken back by his bluntness. It felt like emotions where hard for Harry to do, and so were relationships. 

"Why are you so rude? I'm not understanding why you were so nice to my parents but for some reason you're acting like I am this horrible person?" Harry rolled his eyes and I clenched my jaw. 

"I have a no tolerance for idiots like you." Harry pulled into my driveway and parked the car before responding. He turned to me,

"Then don't talk to me, no one is forcing you." He said winking before looking forward. I huffed and yanked the door open, stomping up the porch steps and into the house. I slammed the door shut, 

"How did it go Tanner?" Mom asked when I took my shoes off by the door.I shrugged my shoulders and went up the stairs, proceeding my afternoon plans. 

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I looked at the time and realized that I had fallen asleep for a couple hours. I got out of bed and opened the window, it was hot in my room and it wasn't just me. It was raining out and there was a nice breeze going. I walked back over to my bed and began scrolling through Instagram when I began to hear yelling outside my window. I walked over to my window, sitting on the seat. 

 I saw Harry and a man standing at the side of their house, the man was screaming and yelling at Harry. Harry had his head down and the man was waving his hands in the air. It was hard to hear or see very much since it was pouring rain. I felt bad for Harry, I didn't know what he did. I'm guessing that was his father that was yelling at him. I wonder what he did though, because I doubt he's being yelled at about not doing his chores. I looked down at my phone when my phone buzzed, it was my grandma texting me a question about her phone. 

I began replying when I looked over again and saw the man beating Harry. My hand flew up to my mouth and I watched in shock as Harry was beaten over and over again. My body flinching everytime the man's hand collided with Harry's stomach and sides. I felt a bit helpless just watching them, I wanted to yell at the man to stop. I don't care who it is, there shouldn't be a single reason to hurt someone like that. 

The man spat on Harry before walking back into his house and shutting the door. Harry rolled over on his side. I ran down the stairs and put my boots on before running across the yard to Harry. 


A/N: The winking gif is for when Harry winked at her before she stomped into the house. I'm going to try to have gifs on every one. If I haven't edited the next chapter, I recommend stopping and waiting until I have as some plot changes will be happening and I am in the process of editing! So if you continue reading without the star next to to the chapter, you're reading at "your own risk"! Anyways, thanks for reading! Please don't forget to vote, comment, and add this story to your library! (: xx

p.s. Sorry for the short chapter, it's almost 4:30am and I'm exhausted (: 


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