Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 72

Katherine’s POV

      I took a deep breath, pulling the material down. The maroon skirt just covered my scars. The white tank top wasn’t so successful in covering my arms. I started at myself through the mirror. I cursed at myself for becoming careless with the placement of my self destruction.

   I grabbed an ombre denim coat. I fixed the ends of the sleeves to complete me coverage. I was so nervous; it was my first real date. Harry had seen my scratches from time to time, but for some reason I was so self-conscious about them. I walked in to the bathroom and opened my make-up drawer. I dug around, searching for one certain tube.

  A knock echoed through my room.

“Miss Katherine?” Martin asked.

“Y-Yes,” my voice cracked.

“Mr. Styles is down stairs when you’re ready,” He informed me.

Panic set in.

“Alright, thank you,” I tried to sound calm.

I returned to my room and grabbed my purse. I emptied it on to my bed.

    I took a deep breath when I couldn’t find my concealer. My scars weren’t fresh, but they felt like it without a little bit of cover up. I quickly piled everything back in to my bag before heading down stairs.

    Harry was wearing a white t-shirt with black skinny jeans. He pulled off something so simple and made it look sophisticated. He looked up to me with a smile. It still baffled me that he could still look at me like that after everything I’d put him through. 

   I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t let my bad habits come up or show, as I walked down the last three steps.

   Harry opened his arms, bringing me in to a warm hug.

“You look lovely,” he muffled in to my hair.

“Thank you. You look very nice,” I smiled.

His dimples formed in his cheeks. I put on brown sandals before being escorted to his car.

“What’s this?” I asked when Harry opened my door.

“65 Ford convertible Mustang. Don’t you like it?”

“I love it,” I smiled as I sat down in the creamed colored car. 

Harry jogged around the front and got in.

“You didn’t have to get this for tonight,” I reassured him.

He turned to me as the engine started, “I wanted to.”

That moment his charm was working. I leaned over the consoler, aiming for his lips.

Surprised when he jerked away, I pulled back to my side.

“I’m sorry. I Thought we could wait until the end of the night,” He apologised.

My frown slowly shifted in to a smile. I nodded before he pulled around the fountain and on to the road. The breeze picked up as Harry entered the highway. I laid my head back, letting my hair blow in the wind.

   Something came over me. With my eyes closed, I lifted my arms over my head. I let them fly against the wind before I opened my eyes. My jean jacket had fallen past my wrist, leaving the red marks exposed. I quickly retracted my arms.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as I fixed my sleeves.

“Nothing,” I didn’t even believe myself.

Harry took his eyes off the road, he looked from my eyes then to my lap where my hands laid. He gathered my hands in his hand and squeezed.

“You don’t have to hide them anymore,” his words carried over the vicious wind.

    He was right. It’s not like he didn’t know. I nodded, showing a slight smile. He divided my hands with his fingers. His left grabbed my right. Our fingers intertwined.

  The rest of the car ride we listened to the radio. I giggled, watching Harry’s hair flap in the wind.

   We pulled off the high way and were surrounded by fields. Harry sped past the signs too fast for me to read them.

“Harry, where are we?” I asked as we slowed for a stop sign.

“Cheshire,” the smile on his face reminded me of a boy.

  We pulled down a dirt road. Riding down the unknown road we came to a stop. I looked around the flat land and saw nothing but grass. The sun was setting, giving everything a light glow. Harry’s door slamming shut caused me to jump.

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he opened my door.

“What are we doing out here?” I asked as I took his hand and got out of the car.

He cleared his throat, “My grandparent’s own some land out here,” we began walking in to the bush. “My grandparents were our age when they met; they became best friends before my gamps got the courage to ask my gam out.”

 I smiled up to Harry when we stopped. Our hands never let go of one another.

“He didn’t have much money, but that didn’t matter to her. With everything that has happened to me, my family are the only people who haven’t treated me differently. I always thought that, until I met you,” we continued down another path, going uphill.

  The bushes and trees cleared. My jaw fell open. Harry had set up a table for two, lit by lanterns that hung from branches above. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I covered my mouth.

‘You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him,’ I repeated in my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, I felt tears fall down my cheeks. Harry’s hand dropped mine, only to cup my cheeks.

“Katherine,” he said softly.

I opened my eyes to see him staring, concerned, “Do you not like it?”

I quickly shook my head, “It’s perfect.”

Harry gently pulled a loose hair behind my ear, “Then why are you crying?”

I didn’t want to tell him. I knew what he would say. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight. He squeezed back after he wrapped his arms around me.