Put Your Heart On Your Sleeve

Chapter 9

Months had gone by since Harry and Cristina first met. It’s now November of 2011. Karly had finally gotten obsessed with One Direction and loves them even more than Big Time Rush. Cristina ignored her obsession with One Direction since she had all called them gay and faggots. 

“YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!” Karly yelled out loud, listening to her iPod. Karly had already downloaded the whole album when it wasn’t even out in America yet. Cristina was waiting to buy the album legally. She was never one to download music illegally since she was a musician herself. She knew how downloading music illegally could damage everyone’s life. It could damage the record company, the artist, the writers, the producers, everyone affiliated with the artists creating of the music. She would always wait for the CD to come out. Even buying music from iTunes wouldn’t give the whole profit to the artist. So she just waited to buy the CD at Best Buy or whatever place they sell CD’s. 

Since Cristina had last spoken to Harry, he had dated a woman 15 years older than him. She tried to ignore it but seeing all the tabloids on the internet turned her off from him. She had long given up on Harry and her ever seeing each other again. He was wanted by millions of girls. Even girls who were way more beautiful than her. She felt that even if him and his current girlfriend wouldn’t work out, he’d find someone way more beautiful than her. She walked into her room and sighed. The walls of her room was now covered in magazine clippings and photos she had taken. She laid on her bed and looked at all the pictures on her wall. She would always look at them for inspiration of maybe going out to buy some clothes and put an outfit together or go out to take pictures but right now it wasn’t working. 

All of a sudden a piercing scream came from downstairs. “OH MY GOD! I GOT ONE DIRECTION TICKETS!” 

Cristina shot up and ran downstairs to the kitchen where Karly was. 

“You got One Direction tickets?” she asked shocked.

“Yeah, and you can’t go.” she said, rudely. 

“I wasn’t planning on asking you, Karly.” she said. She turned around and walked back to her room. Her eyes started tearing up. Someone who called One Direction faggots was going to their concert and she would never be able to go to one ever again. She felt something sharp hit her head. 

“Ouch, what the fuck was that for, Karly?” she asked. “I have been nothing but kind to you since my mom and I had to move in here.” she said. “Can’t you just be nice to me for once?” she asked. She turned around again and ran back up to her room, in tears. She covered her head in her pillow so no one could hear her crying. She heard a knocking at the door and her mom came in. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asked Cristina. 

“I hate living here. Karly treats me so poorly. I’ve never done anything for her to treat me so badly. Why does she treat me like this?” she asked. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet from her tears. Her mother rubbed her head gently. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Guess what?” her mom said.

“What,” she asked.

“I found a house that we can rent and live in for a year. So you can get away from Karly.” she said.

Cristina wiped her tears and lifted her head, to look at her mom.

“When will we be leaving?” she asked.  

“In two months,” her mom said.

Cristina nodded, feeling her eyes tear up again. 

“Is it okay if you leave me alone right now, mom,” she asked and put her head back down on her pillow. Her mom got up from the bed and left her alone. She got up, and grabbed a picture from her drawer that she had hidden. It was a picture of her and Harry. Harry was kissing her cheek, and she was blushing, looking down as usual. She touched the picture where Harry was. She missed him so much. He probably didn’t remember her anymore. She gently touched her lips, remembering their kiss. She didn’t tell him it was her first kiss but she thought he didn’t need to know that. 

She felt her phone buzz. It was a text from a guy that seemed to be interested in her. 

“Hey, want to hang out,” the text said.

She replied saying yes. He said he would pick her up in 10 minutes. She sighed and got up from her bed. She tried to stop crying as quickly as possible. Her eyes were still red when he came to pick her up but he didn’t notice.

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hey,” she replied. “Do you know what we’re doing?” she asked him.

“We’re just going to stay at my house,” he said with a smirk. 

“Oh, okay,” she said. 

She suddenly felt a hand go between her legs. 

“Phil, what are you doing,” she asked.

“I’m getting you ready.” he said, laughing a bit.

“Getting me ready for what,” she asked.

“Oh, baby, come on. You know you want to do it with me,” he said.

It took her a while to figure out what he meant. “What, no I don’t.” she said. She grabbed his hand and tried to lift his hand but he was way stronger than her. “Phil, please take your hand off of me,” she said. 

“You’re going to do it with me,” he said, in a stern way.

“No I’m not. Let go of me,” she said, as she tried to open the door to get out. He grabbed her wrist tight, twisting it. 

“Cristina, I drove to fucking pick you up. We’re going to fuck whether you like it or not.” he said, holding onto her wrist tighter.

She kicked her leg into his face. She had a few seconds to get out of the car before he could try to grab her again. She ran out of the car and ran down, back to her house. She was in tears again. She grabbed her phone and called the police. 

Trying to speak, she was crying so hard, breathing hard. “I’d like to report a sexual harassment and rape. Please, I’m scared he’ll come back for me.”

“Alright, mam, what’s his name and where does he live,” the man asked. She give him his name and the address.

She ran into her house, locked the doors, and hid in the basement, scared he’d come back for her. She heard the doorbell go off.

“Mom don’t get the door. It’s Phil!” she said. She ran up, and made sure no one opened the door.

“Get away from here, Phil.” she yelled through the door.

“Phil?” she heard in a think British accent through the door.  

She looked through the peephole and saw Harry standing outside.