6 Months

Ch.15 ~Poignant Flashback~

Songs for this chapter:

This Part - Pussycat Dolls

Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

Please Don't Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin

~Sarah's P.O.V~

It's been one month. One month of tears, laughs, screams and silence. One month of messed up emotions made me scared for five more. I don't hate harry. In fact, I like spending time with him. But this isn't how I want to spend time with someone. I want to fall in love with someone naturally, not forcefully. I want to feel what other people feel. I want to do things without having to be forced. I need to experience all those little things that make up someone's life. I don't want to grow up and look back and regret everything. I might not fall in love with him. I might commit suicide. I might get killed. But it's not my choice. I didn't get to choose if I wanted to be locked up in a house in an unknown destination or not. I didn't get to stand up for myself and tell him to piss off. It's as if I have no rights. But I do. I have every single right in the world to do what I want to do. I want to be happy and be with the people I love. I want to live a normal life.

Harry found my ring. He said he found it under the couch. I didn't care about where it was, I was happy I got it back. It means the world to me. My dad gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. He told me it was passed down from my grandmother to my mother then to me and hopefully I'll get to pass it down to my daughter some day. Every time I look at the ring I smile and remember my dad is with me wherever I go. This ring means so much to me. It's the only thing I have with me that makes me feel safe.

My dad always would say: "Sarah promise me one thing, promise me you'll never say you love someone because they might not say it back, wait till you feel it in your bones, till you get that feeling in your tummy every time you see their face, never ever throw around I love you's, it isn't something to throw around and take advantage of, telling someone you love them is like telling them you have the whole world in the palm of your hand, take my advice and never regret anything. You're my baby girl and I don't want to ever see you hurt, I only want the best for you, you're my everything, I want you to look for the love of your life and live your life. Love can bring happiness and sadness, just remember that"

I miss him so much, his words heel my wounds. My dad is my everything. I just wish I could see him.

Harry hasn't been around much lately. The maid told me she last saw him in his room. I appreciate that I have my own room but sometimes I feel like he's hiding something from me. I know Harry's a busy guy but that doesn't give him the right to not communicate with me. He should at least let me help around the house or spend more time with the maid. He doesn't want the maid getting all up in our business, he says she's here to look after the house, not us.

After hours of staring at a book I found in my closet, I went down stairs to look for Harry. The maid was no where to be seen so I didn't bother looking for her, I just walked straight up to Harry's room and knocked on the door hoping he'd be in there.

~Harry's P.O.V~

There was a knock at my door and I didn't want to open it but at the same time I didn't want to seem rude so I did. I got off my bed and walked towards the door.

"Who is it?" I asked impatiently.

"It's me, Sarah, can I come in?" She asked.

"Sure"

I opened the door and let her in. Her eyes scammed every inch of my room before turning back at me.

"You have a nice room" she spoke up.

"Thank you" I replied hoping she'd change the subject.

"So what brings you to my room?" I blurted out.

"I haven't seen you in a while and I wanted to make sure everything was fine" she replied biting her nails.

"I'm the one that should be checking on you, sorry, I've been so busy lately" I replied.

She moved across my room and thought for a second.

"It's fine, I don't mind, I understand you have stuff to take care off"

I was probably being such a dick right now. I didn't want to come across as one of those snobby guys who are never around.

Sarah walked to my desk and looked around. My notebook caught her attention. I can't let her see that.

I quickly went up to her and pulled her in for a hug hoping she wouldn't ask about the notebook. She looked at me In confusion then gave me a warm hug.

"I really miss my parents and friends you know" she blurted out.

I released myself from the hug and looked her in her eyes, they looked so emotionless.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, I really Am but if you were in my shoes you'd understand how hard it is to keep up with this. I'm sorry, I really am but I promise you'll see them soon, you're here for one reason" I spoke with a low tone, hoping she wouldn't get offended or hurt.

"I understand, not everything is the way I want it to be" she was so emotionless it was killing me.

"Sarah I see the pain in your eyes, I see how you're starting to act emotionless and it's making this hard for me" I said.

"I'm sorry, you can't expect me to be happy, I'm the one being forced to stay here so I should be the one that has it bad, in fact, I feel like I'm being blackmailed"

A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a while. Hope you liked this!