Forgotten. A Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 2

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

It was nearing the end of sixth hour, I was scared to death of going with Harry. What if he tries to kill me? No he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't have anybody to do the project if he did. All these crazy thoughts and scenarios rush through my head. Elizabeth calm down it's gonna be ok, getting mentally hurt by Harry is better than physically hurt by your step father. I kept thinking it's gonna be ok but I honestly have no idea if it actually will be. The final bell rang, I got up from my seat and exited my English classroom. I started walking towards the front doors when I saw Harry talking to his friends. I decided to start walking slower maybe he will see me and walk with me. Harry looked at me and looked back at his friends.

"Hey I see you later guys, I have to work on that stupid chemistry project with that loser, Beth or something." Harry said to his friends loud enough for me to hear. Well ok then. He started to walk towards me, he then was walking with me. We got out the front doors and he turned to me. "What are you? A stalker or something quit following me everywhere." He said harshly. I wish I didn't have to do this. Why did I have to sit by him in chemistry.

"Well then I will just leave and have you do the project by yourself." I told him confidently.

"No, I was kidding, c'mon my cars this way." I knew he wouldn't do it by himself.

The car ride to his house was extremely awkward. He turned the radio on after five minutes of leaving the school parking lot. We sat there in silence listening to the radio. I stared out the window while he was focusing on the road.

"We're here." Harry said in a monotoned voice, he really wouldn't care if I was here or not. We got inside the house and it was completely empty. "My mom is at work. So it's just gonna be us." Harry stated. Great. No one will hear me scream if he tries to kill me.

"Ok." I muttered.

"Let's go up to my room and we will start the project up there." He told me. Wow it's been less than an hour and he hasn't said anything rude or disrespectful to me yet. We got into his room and he plopped on his bed. I just stood there not knowing where I should sit. "You can sit on the end of the bed if you want." I nodded my head and sat down.

After one hour of me doing the work and Harry laying on his bed texting somebody. He looked at me and just stared. "What are you doing?" I asked politely.

"Nothing just watching you do something, are you hungry?" Wow he actually cares if I'm hungry or not.

"Yeah, a little bit." I responded quietly.

"Ok, let's go downstairs and I'll make something to eat. Do you like pasta?" I love pasta!

"Yes." I muttered trying not to make eye contact.

Harry's P.O.V.

As we made our way downstairs, I kept thinking about the one question that has been on my mind for almost a year. I went into the kitchen and started making the pasta. The pasta was almost done so I took out two pasta bowls. I started scooping the noodles in the bowl when I saw Elizabeth get up from her seat and go to the sink. She's probably washing her hands. Yep I was right. She rolled up her sleeves. So they won't get wet. When I saw her wrists I was shocked. Scars after scars. Are those from me? I'm not that mean to her am I? I feel sorry for her. Wait what? Harry you actually feel sorry about someone? No that can't be it. I never feel sorry about anyone. I stopped looking at her and paid attention to what I was doing again. I took the bowls and sat them on the table. Elizabeth started to sit down and eat. We were almost done eating and I thought that now would be the right time to ask the question that was on my mind for a year.

"Elizabeth?" I asked

"Wow you actually know my name. What do you want?" She responded. That hurt. She must think I just don't care about anyone. Which is true so I can see her point.

"Why do you let me bully you?" I asked. I could see that question took her off guard.

"Um I should go it's getting late." Great just great. I scared her. She took the stairs two at a time and grabbed her bag.

"I can drive you home." I offered.

"No, I can walk." She said and she opened the front door and left. Well now it's just me. I took the dishes from the table and put them in the dishwasher. I started to slowly walk up the stairs to my room. I got into my room and I noticed that Elizabeth left her journal here. Oh well it's probably just notes. My curiosity took control over me and I flipped to a random page. It was dated. February 26, 2014. That was two months ago. It's her diary. I started to read it. It can't be that interesting can it? Well I was totally wrong.

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

"Why do you let me bully you?" Those six words totally caught me off guard. I feel uncomfortable. Oh you know I let you bully me because it's not like I love you or anything. I got up from my seat and started going up stairs to get my stuff and leave.

"Um I should go it's getting late." I said acting like I didn't hear his question.

"I can drive you home." Harry offered.

"No, I can walk." I got my stuff, ran downstairs opened the door and left. I have no idea where to go so I just started to walk towards school. If I know how to get to school, I will know how to get home. It's getting dark. Maybe I should have had Harry take me home. No I can't my dad will be home and my dad will make a scene and beat me. Hard.

I ended up finding my way home. I got inside my house, I found my step dad passed out on the couch with a bottle of vodka laying on the floor. Wow. I went up stairs to my room and started doing my homework when I noticed something missing. My diary. Crap. I left it at Harry's, hopefully he didn't read it. Maybe he won't even notice it's there. How could he not notice it's there, it's laying on his bed in plain sight. All my thoughts and feelings are in there. As long as he doesn't read the page marked February 26. I slowly drifted off to sleep. Maybe Harry likes me. Elizabeth your stupid, he's popular and your not. If he liked you he would have told you, he wouldn't bully you either if he did, or would he?