Yours truly. H.S

Chapter 10 2/2

Harry's point of view
We walk back to my old worn out car and get in. I didn't understand why she showed interest in me, I mean it's clear she's beautiful and had the world in the palm of her hand, me on the other hand was the 'troubled boy' who punched people and broke things, everyone hated me, thought I was too weird to have a friend and took the piss out of me and my life, who's father was a drug addict and always led bad news back to our front door, who's mother worked hour after hour so me and my sister could attend school and live with a roof over our heads, even if the roof was caving in.

One day my mother had enough and took me and my sister to America, where we are now, far away from our pathetic excuse of a father. I found a job serving posh twats drinks and found my own place, that's when I met her, long blonde hair, that beautiful smile, eyes you get lost in, she cared about me, and that's not something someone has done for a very long time. She was my escape, and I was hers.

"Where does this bitch live?" I look across the seat to arabella who was humming along to someone singing on the radio "the 'bitch' lives pretty close to me, 5 houses down" she laughs slightly as she uses my own words as a response making me smile "about 5 minutes then" she nods and checks her phone "it's 8:30" she says quietly a nervous tone to her voice "what's wrong?" She shrugs "I've never been late to her party before, I'm scared incase I see mason and his friends" she looks to the floor sadness clear on her features, hearing his name makes me see red and all I wanna do is beat the shit out of him again for what he's done to her "he won't go near you, I promise" she smiles slightly "thank you" I nod in response, not wanting her to know how angry I feel on the inside.

"We have arrived" arabella exclaimed getting the present bag from the back seat "yay" I answer rolling my eyes making her laugh "come on it'll be fun, I promise" I hold out my hand for her to take "as long as I'm with you I'll have a good time" she blushes and smiles small as she grabs a hold of my awaiting hand. With her free hand she smooths out her dress and knocks on the door "aw look who it is" my face fills with anger as arabella's face pales "mason.." arabella's voice sounds so quiet and frightened I couldn't help my self but flare up "you better fucking move out the way and leave her the fuck alone or I swear you'll regret it" her grip on my hand tightens as mason just laughs "can't promise a thing, she is mine after all" that's all he had to say to make me loose full control.

Arabella's point of view
Harry's fist collides with Masons face with a distinctive sound making me wince. I step back not wanting to watch the scene In front of me, a crowd once again started to form around the three of us and my anxiety starts to flare up "let.. me.. past" I try my best to keep breathing and find an area less packed in, I look up to find a familiar figure through my blurry vision "elle" she looks at me and begins to panic "oh arabella, are you okay, come here" I didn't even realise I was crying until she took me in her embrace "shh you're fine" I let my self dissolve into her hug and allow my self to calm down "it's mason.. him and harry" she nods as she plays with my hair calming my nerves "let's get you inside and we can talk about it okay" she gives me a reassuring smile and I nod, I haven't known elle for very long but I'm so grateful for her kindness.

Harry's point of view
The crowd around us only made Mason want to fight harder, i couldn't lie he had some strength but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. I could handle him, he tackles me and punches me in the throat. It encourages me to fight harder I pick him up by the neck and push him up against the patio doors, I see my reflection, it scares me. Blood splattered on my shirt from masons face and my face red with anger my eyes wild. This isn't the person I want Arabella to see, for my mother to see, my little sister to see, I begin to panic and I walk away leaving mason a bloody pulp on the ground.

I walk across the garden and back into my car, not caring where I went just as long as I was alone, I find my self pulling into the place me and Arabella had our first kiss, the little purple flowers holding peace and comfort towards me, I don't know if its her who's made this place feel like home to me or the quiet that comes with it. I felt guilty for leaving Arabella at the party but I needed my space, she makes me crazy, I was already the boy who punched people and had no friends but now I was the boy who punched people and had no friends because of what he felt towards a certain girl, the girl he doesn't deserve, he never will be good enough for her, but he wants her so badly he'd do anything to keep her.