Harry grabs my arm again and we leave the hospital to his car. Michael follows us but he's way behind.
"Mrs. Styles" Michael laughs in the middle of the parking lot.
Harry turns around and lets go of my arm.
"Why don't you shut it Clifford! You don't know shit" Harry yells back.
"No, you're right I don't. What I do know is that same girl you told me you didn't want yesterday is the girl you named Mrs.Styles today in the hospital."
"Don't listen to him El. He's probably drunk" Harry turns to me.
"No, no YOU are the drunk Harry" Michael is still laughing.
"I.. I should go" I say.
"No stay" Harry grabs my arm again.
"No worries, I'll be leaving now. glad you're alright" Michael giggles.
"Thanks" I whisper.
"Get in the car. Now" Harry says to me through his teeth.
I don't really want to walk home so I get in the car.
Harry's POV.
"Get in the car. Now" I say to Eleanor through my teeth.
Eleanor gets in the car and I walk over to Michael.
"You" I point at him.
"Me?" He starts laughing.
"Stay away from Eleanor. I'm warning you" I'm serious. I don't want him around anymore.
"Why? Am I a threat to 'Mrs.Styles'?" He's mocking me.
"Didn't you say that you weren't gonna talk to her because of Luke" I like to pull out the Luke card once a while.
Michael gets in his car and closes the door. I lean over to his window and smirk.
"Next time you're drunk don't you dare come around and call me" He looks through his windshield.
"I don't need you or your shit help" I spit and walk away back to my car.
Eleanor is sitting in the front seat.
Eleanor's POV.
Harry looks really pissed off when he opens his car door. I can't really tell why. I'm still really confused about what happened in the parking lot.
"You ok?" I ask.
"Yeah. I just need a break from everything" Harry puts his hands on the wheel followed by his face. He closes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. It's damn awkward for me because I don't know how to comfort him.
"Can we go to NYU quick so I get all my homework? I think I'm taking a break today." I stare out the window on my right.
Harry sits up and grabs his seat belt.
"Yeah" he adds.
"Can I ask you something? Without you getting angry?" I want to know more about him.
"Anything" he whispers as we drive out.
"What are your parents like?"
"You really want to know?" Yes, yes I do Harry.
"Yeah."
"My dad used to beat my mum.. A lot actually. I've known it for a long time dad wakes up for a drink at night. Disappearing all night.. I don't want to know were he's been lying." He's almost in tears. I want to ask him to stop but I want him to continue.
" I've never seen my dad cry..cold as stone in the kitchen light. I was gonna tell him it was about time he would stop his shit because we all knew exactly what he was doing... But.. I was raised to keep quiet." he can't control his tears.
"Around seventeen I've reached the amount of money I needed to come to America.. to get the hell out of London. All I ever caused was trouble at school but I had very good grades. That was my only excuse to leave that dump. I came here and here I am" I can tell he's hiding more. I want to dig more but I hold myself.
"What about your mum?" Does she just take it?
"My mum?" He laughs and hits the wheel.
"She's all the same. They are all the same." All the same?
We're at the parking lot of NYU. Harry and I didn't make eye contact until he parked.
"I think you should get your stuff done" He sniffs and tries to hide his eyes but it's not the first time I've seen him cry.
"Yeah." I feel for him. Really.
I get out of the car and head inside NYU but the image of Harry chocking almost after every word he has spoken in that car will never leave my mind.
Harry's POV.
I can't believe I just opened up to her. Non of my friends even know my story... Well half of it. I haven't mentioned everything. My eyes feel heavy and I want to scream. I can't shake this feeling right now.
I'm getting a bit hungry and I bet Eleanor is too. Might as well go get her lunch while she grabs her homework.
I leave the parking lot lost in thoughts about her. I should probably call her and tell her that I'm going to get lunch just incase she comes out early.
I grab my phone from my tight pocket. It's really a struggle when I'm buckled in. Maybe I should lay off these skinny jeans. I finally get my phone to dial her number.
I look down to call her and car swerving in and out of the road crashes right into me. It's all black..
