Mercy

Chapter Twentysix

A/N: Yeah I'm probably psychotic for updating so much, but this is a chapter to mend the horrible things that happened the last chapter lol. Another thing I want to bring up, I go through my followers everyday following back and if I haven't gotten to you just comment or inbox me! I actually take the time to make conversation with you guys! but anyways, hope you guys enjoy. <3

Serenity;

It took some tears and some silent hours of the night for me to stare at something else rather than my ceiling. I wasn't hungry, I wasn't upset, I wasn't even depressed. I've always thought of myself as a strong girl who could push through anything. But no matter how much pain something brings, I'm always left to feel the aftermath.

She didn't take my phone away from me -- but I'm sure she'll come for it any second now. Cutting contact with everyone is stressful and unfair, especially for me since I'm one to become frustrated when surrounded by the same people everyday. But I couldn't blame her for doing these things to me. She hates me. I've lied through my teeth towards her with no shame, and she always felt like she had been doing the right thing when really she was pushing me into the hands of people like my friends.

At the moment I feel fine. I cried out all my tears. I'm trying to push away the bad things, and focusing on what part of my life is still good. Knowing Derek's in the picture now, and a vengeful Renee is still lurking around town in thirst for my misery, it just makes everything worse. Derek I'm only worried about how he likes to mess with people. He's not a psycho, but he's definitely an asshole. By messing with me, I mean, telling everyone including Harry how our relationship ended.

I imagined what Harry would think once I told him. Harry. I went to grab my phone, quickly sliding my fingers to unlock it and pressing down the numbers of his cell. It surprised me how quickly I managed to remember his phone number.

It didn't even ring two times before he answered. "Hey," he greeted softly, probably thinking the worst right now.

"Hey," I sighed into the phone, beginning to play with the ends of my hair, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling once again. I found myself wishing to be in his arms and craving his touch. He made me happy without trying. "I wish you were here with me. I really need you right now," I said without being able to control myself. I was literally with him a few hours ago. God, I was being so needy, but I didn't care at the moment.

I heard him sigh into the phone as well. "I wish I was there with you, too, baby. What happened?"

"She found all my stuff," I explained quietly, "Like all the clothes I hid from her and she probably went through my laptop and found pictures of me at parties and stuff. I don't even think she knows about my tattoo yet. She hates me, Harry. She really does."

He paused for for a second to think. "Don't say that. She's your mum and all she wants is the best for you, but she really is just...too much with it. I know it seems like it's her trying to control you and shit, but she probably doesn't mean to make you feel like you do."

Harry was too kind about this. If he heard what my mother said about him he'd never think twice to despise her with all his might. I'm positive Harry's trying to make me feel better, but it only makes me angry that she said those things about it. However, I'm deciding on not telling him she said those things because they'll upset him.