change- h.s.

15

Last night was bad.

My mom and I had gotten into a fight. A big one.

She of course accused me of sleeping around, me denying it.

My dad just sat there.

Even when she was calling a whore.

Telling me that she wouldn't be shocked if I became a teen mom.

Telling me that she's shocked I haven't died of some type of STD.

Even when she put her hands on me he just sat there, eyes glued to whatever was playing on the television.

I did spend the night at my house, waiting for everyone to go to sleep.

Tear stains on my cheeks as I packed my things.

As much as I could fit into the three book bags I had in my closet.

All my makeup, clothes, toiletries.

Everything I could think of.

I couldn't believe she had slapped me.

My cheek burned with fire.

The fire she had officially started inside of me.

I couldn't forget the pink gucci sunglasses that sat on my dresser.

"Hello?"

"Hi"

"Its 5:00 AM angel"

"I need you to come and get me" I croaked, sitting on my bed for the last time.

"What happened?" His voice sounded worried, the sleepiness immediately leaving it.

"Please, Harry" I croaked once more.

I heard the shuffling in the background, then his keys getting picked up.

"I'm on the way"

And then he hung up.

I sat on my bed until he called me again.

I declined the call, turned off my bedroom lamp, and shut my door behind me.

I didn't bother to leave them a note as I walked past the kitchen and out of the front door.

"Angel" Harry sighed once we were sat on his bed.

"Care to explain all the bags?" He asked.

His voice was stern, but care still laced through it.

I cried, I couldn't speak.

"Emma" He cooed, wrapping his arms around my shaking body.

"I'm so sorry" He spoke as his soft lips pressed against my hair.

Thats the last thing I remembered.

I woke up in his bed, Harry not in sight, the side of his bed cold.

"Wow" I mumbled as I saw the clock read 2:00 PM.

I must have fell asleep crying in his arms.

I got up, my head instantly pounding.

"Goodmorning" Harry smiled as he walked through his bedroom door.

"Morning" I mumbled, holding my head in my hands .

"Feel better?" He asked as he kneeled on the ground in front of me.

"No" I chuckled, pointing to my head.

"You did cry a lot" Harry half smiled, grabbing my hand in his.

"It was a bad night" I sighed, squeezing his hand in mine.

"Ready to talk" He asked kindly, keeping a hold on my small hand.

"Can I have an advil first?"

"Thank you" I smiled, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket on his couch, water bottle in hand.

He just nodded, awaiting for me to speak.

"My mom slapped me" I breathed, his eyes growing wide.

"I don't remember how the fight started. I just remember being called a whore and being slapped" I sighed, taking a sip out of the water bottle.

"Then I just packed my shit" I chuckled, but nothing was funny.

"Maybe you should go back home Emma" Harry sighed, scooting closer to me.

"But I can't. My things are already packed" I sighed.

"I'll just stay at Kelly's, I know I can't stay with you" I spoke, my voice hoarse from crying.

"I never said you couldn't stay with me" Harry sighed, resting his hand on mine.

"But I can't. My parents are going to ask where I've been and I can't say Kelly's because they've probably already checked there" I explained, his eyes full of thoughts.

"They don't know you're linked to me" He shrugged, grabbing my hand in his.

"They will once the police get involved because I've ran away from home" I retorted, a frown on my face.

"And I can't let you go down like that, Harry. You're too famous and I care about you way too much" Then the tears started falling again.

"What am I gonna do" I cried, Harry just staring at my blue eyes which were spilling over with tears.

"Just stay" He whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Answer their calls, tell them you're somewhere safe and go home when you're ready" He cooed, gripping onto my hand.

"I got you angel, you're safe here"

And so I stayed, her I was for just two days, but it felt like forever.

This wasn't just me staying the weekend here, this was me staying here until I was ready to face my mom again, which I don't know when I will be.

"Here's some coffee to start your morning off at school" Harry smiled as he walked into his bedroom.

"Thank you" I smiled back, taking a sip before walking over to my bag.

"Anything exciting at school today?" Harry asked as he stripped of his sweat pants he slept in.

"No" I shook my head, grabbing a pair of dark wash jeans.

"I have nothing to wear these with" I sighed, pushing through all the t-shirts in my bag.

"You have tons of clothes!" Harry laughed, walking over to me after he slipped on his jeans.

"Not for this weather" I chuckled, holding up a white crop top.

"Look in my closet, theres tons of sweaters" He shook his head as my eyes filled with joy.

"Perfect! Thank you, Harry!" I smiled, grabbing a lilac sweater from his closet.

"Have a good day, my angel" Harry smiled at me as he parked in the back of the school parking lot.

"I'll try" I smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Although my parents haven't exactly been there for me lately, I knew Harry always would be.

That comforted me, to know that he would always be standing there with arms wide open, no matter what the situation.

Harry, it's always Harry.

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ugh quirky teenage things