when loving lies // h.s

chapter 7

"Are you fucking serious Amelia?" my dad huffed as I entered my house, pretending I wasn't going to be in trouble.

"We told you thirty minutes. It's been three hours!" my mom chimed in. They were both sitting on the sofa as if they had been waiting on me to get home.

"I'm sorry mom I-" I tried to explain myself but she quickly cut me off.

"I don't want to hear it. Go to your room," she sighed, standing from the where she was seated.

"No," I challenged, crossing my arms and staying in place.

"No?" My father frowned, now standing from where he was once seated.

"You can't keep treating me like i'm a toddler. I'm about to graduate high school. So could you please treat me my age?!" I yelled, louder than I had intended.

"Amelia! What has gotten into you?" my mom cried, looking nervously at me.

"It's that Caroline girl isn't it? I knew she would be a bad influence," my dad added, shaking his head.

"No! She's the best thing that's happened to me since we got to this hell hole of a town! Don't you dare blame this on her!" I defended my friend and my mother scoffed.

"You don't know what's best for you. I do. I'm your mother Amelia, so why won't you listen to me?!" she cried, smacking her hand down on the counter top as she yelled from the kitchen.

"You treat me like a child mother!" I croaked, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"If you're such an adult, then leave," my mother tempted, my dad's eyes going wide. Maybe i would.

"Maybe I will!" I sniffed, tears making their way down my bare cheeks.

"You will not! Get upstairs now!" my dad growled, pulling me by the collar towards the stairs.

"Stop! Get your hands off of me!" I cried, ripping his hands from my shirt. I ran out the front door, slamming it behind me. The cold air slapped me in the face as I made my way down the street. I would no longer deal with them, I would never go back if i had to. As I made my way up the street, Harry's car came into my view.

"Oh for fuck sake!" he yelled, kicking the tire, his phone up to his ear. I began to grow nervous of his temper. As I walked closer he hung up the phone and his forest green eyes met my blue ones.

"What happened to you?" he questioned, i knew my face was red and stained of tears.

"If you can't tell me, I'm not telling you," I countered as I continued to walk.

"Where the hell are you going now?" he yelled at me and I turned to face him.

"Away from my hell hole of a house and my sucky ass parents," I called back to him.

"So you're just gonna go alone?" he questioned and I simply nodded.

"No you're not. Not after what happened at the park," he frowned at me. Was he showing compassion towards me?

"Why not?" I called.

"Look Amelia, if you wanna die go ahead, but i'm offering to go with you," he rolled his eyes. I sighed and began to walk back towards him.

"What happened to your car?" I questioned, pointing to it.

"I wasn't paying attention and I fucking ran out of gas. No worries though, my dead beat step dad is coming to save the day," he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Deadbeat?" I cried. He simply shook his head.

"C'mon, let's sit in the car, it's fucking freezing," he commanded, running over to jump into the car. I climbed in and we simply sat in silence.

"So, are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" he asked with a smirk.

"My parents," I stated with a sigh. He simply nodded.

"Tell me about it," he finally responded. I smiled over at him. Was he bipolar or was it just a bad mood this morning? I looked up at the black still prominent under his eye. Minutes of silence went by before Harry spoke up.

"I got into a fight. That's how I got these," he frowned, pointing to his wounds.

"A fight! With who?" I gasped, looking closer at the bruises covering his face.

"Some asshole at the bar last night," he sighed, rolling his beautiful eyes.

"Did you at least win?" I questioned.

"Of course I did," He laughed a little nervously. I could pick out the lies in his voice. I shook my head to myself.

...

"Thanks," harry frowned as his step dad dropped the gas jug at his feet, quickly leaving. We had been sitting there for an hour or more before he even showed up. Harry quickly filled the tank and started the car up.

"You have to come with me to the gas station to fill up properly, please?" he raised one eyebrow at me.

"Sure," I smiled at his small gesture. He was a beautiful boy.

Harry's hand reached for the gear shift, his hand gently brushing mine. I felt a shock go through me as I quickly pulled away. I awkwardly pulled my hand up to my mouth to cough. Harry pretended it never happened as he quickly  drove away.

(short chapter sorry!! longer ones are coming since more school breaks will be coming up soon!! xx)