change- h.s.

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Right now I was getting ready to go eat lunch with my grandmother. I had missed her and I knew she would ease the tension between me and my mother.

I threw on a a dark wash ripped pair of jeans, a white off the shoulder crop top, and paired that with my white converse. i put on a small gold choker, adding a few gold rings to match.

For my makeup I just filled in my eyebrows naturally, put on mascara, bronzer, and highlight, then adding a nice nude lip gloss to my lips. I left my long hair in its natural curls, brushing them out with my fingers.

"Emma, you ready?" My dad knocked, entering my room.

"Yeah let me grab my purse" I smiled, unplugging my phone and throwing it in my purse.

The ride to the restaurant was short. The hostess greeted us and sat us out side. It was a nice day in LA and I didn't mind it.

As we were waiting on granny I looked at my surroundings. There were cute little boutiques and even a coffee shop around here, I might have to stop to get some coffee after lunch.

"Hi everyone!" My granny announced, taking the seat next to me and across from mom. We greeted her and my parents continued to converse with her, the waitress coming in the middle and taking our orders.

"How have you been Emma?" Granny asked, giving me a warm smile.

"Sleeping around, thats how she's been" my mother snapped, before I could even answer.

"I haven-" I started.

"She came home Sunday morning in mens clothes, her hair a mess, makeup running, and smelling like cologne" She interrupted, my dad shushing her.

"Emma" My grandmother gasped.

"Granny, thats not-" I started, again.

"Yes it is what happened, theres no proof other wise" My mother said, her eyes narrowed at me.

Before I slapped the shit out of her, I decided to get up, grab my purse, and walk away.

I bid the hostess goodbye before I walked out the door and down the street to the little coffee shop I saw before.

"Hi" I greeted the barista once I walked in.

"Could I please have an iced caramel coffee but with almond milk?" I asked her, barely scanning the menu. She nodded before telling me my total, me handing her the cash I had in my wallet.

I only had money because my dad still paid me for doing basic chores around the house. Ten bucks a week.

As I was waiting for my coffee and contemplating how the hell I was gonna get home, my name was called.

"Emma?" That all too familiar British accent called.

Once I turned around I met his beautiful eyes, staring into them.

"Hi, Harry" I smiled, somehow feeling relieved he was here. He could now be my ride home.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, skipping the order station and walking over to me.

"Long s- Thank you- Long story" I said, taking my coffee from the girl that made it.

"You wanna talk? I have all day" He offered, giving me a genuine smile.

"Won't people see you?" I asked.

"Well we could go back to mine" He suggested, my eyes widening in surprise. But this could be good, I could get away from my parents for a while.

"Only if you're comfortable with that" he added, giving me a small smile.

"Yeah- yeah that would be great actually" I told him, returning his smile.

"Great. Take my keys and wait for me in the car while I oder my coffee" He said, handing me his keys.

"Wheres your car?" I asked, the keys dangling between my fingertips.

"Parked about a block down, darling"

And so now I was in Harry's white Mercedes for the second time. This time I was in my own clothes. The ride was silent, but a comfortable silence.

Once we reached his home I quickly got out, following him inside.

"Come sit" He said, taking a seat on his white couch, patting the cushion next to him. So I did, taking my shoes off after setting my coffee down on his coffee table.

"So tell me what happened" He smiled, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"You wouldn't care, its stupid anyways" I mumbled, picking up the coffee of my own.

"And why wouldn't I? I cared enough to take care of you without even knowing you" He pointed out, causing me to shrug my shoulders. He was right.

"Its a long story" I sighed, looking into his eyes.

"And I've got time" Harry reassured once more.

"It all started when I turned thirteen. You know.... girl things, my body developing. Pretty soon I realized that boys liked my body. I'm not skinny but I have it in all the right places. Soon enough I started buying shorter shorts and skimpier shirts. My mother did not like that. So one night at dinner, she addressed it, saying a fourteen year old shouldn't dress like a slut and that I needed to slow down. I didn't fight with her that night I just let her believe what she wanted to. Then when I was fifteen I got asked on my first date by this older guy, he had a car, had a job, everything a teen girl could dream of, I guess. Apparently my outfit was just 'too much' and my mother ended up calling me a 'filthy whore' in front of this guy. He never called me again. Ever since that night she's judged me, calling me a slut when my skirt was too short or when my cleavage showed too much. She still trusted me with hanging out with friends, I had never been caught getting high or being drunk, so what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Until last Saturday. Then I showed up in your clothes on Sunday and my mother thinks I slept with you. She doesn't know who you are, and she doesn't want to know. She just thinks that I'm a whore" I explained, taking pauses in between the story.

"Wow- Emma- I'm so sorry" Harry whispered, scooting closer towards me.

"I- I'm not gonna say its fine, because its not" I mumbled, looking down at my ring covered fingers.

"What about lunch today?" He asked, him looking confused.

"We went out with my granny and when she asked me how I was my mother said I was sleeping around" I uttered, looking at him now.

"Well that's not true" He told me.

"Yes, I know" I giggled, him chuckling as well.

"What about your dad?" he questioned.

"He doesn't like the way she speaks to me but he doesn't do anything about it" I chuckled. Nothing was funny, I just thought It would lighten the mood.

"You need change" Harry mumbled, his fingers upon his plump bottom lip, thinking very hard.

"Change?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Yes. You need someone to change you for the better, you need someone to fix the damage she has brought upon you" He spoke, his voice laced with honesty.

"Harry- I- No body wants to help me change. All my friends do is invite me to parties and invite me to smoke weed" I told him, my eyes scared, I was scared, Scared of the truth.

"Then drop your friends and hang out with me" Harry smiled, a goofy one.

"Just kidding, just- When they invite you to parties I want you to call me and I'll pick you up and we can do something else" Harry said, looking into my eyes, so intensely that I had to look away.

"I- I don't know"

"Listen" He cooed, placing his large hand on my small one.

"I promise you'll have just as fun sober with me, as you will drunk with them" I knew he was right, I knew I need to listen to him.

I just nodded my head. "Okay"

"You're a strong girl Emma, don't you dare forget that".