Only Angel

Chapter 3

That night i laid in my bed awake. This Harry guy didn't want to go out of my head. Why was he so mean to me? What did I do wrong? I can take criticism. I can definitely take criticism but if it's just like I don't like you, then I wanna know why people dont like me. But whatever, I shouln't care what he is thinking about me. He's just an asshole and I'm beeing an idiot by caring what he said.

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The bumping against my room door from the other side of the door is still there and I don't know what to do. What if it is my mum or someone who needs help? I decided to have a look, cause when it is my mum then i will never forgive myself for not opening the door for her. I sort of knew that it might be a bad idea but as the picture of my mum bumping against the door with fear in her eyes popped up in my head I pushed the thoughts of before out of my mind.

So I slowly steped out of my bed and made my way to the door, my shaking hand wrapped around the door handel.

My eyes flew open and I started up out of sleep. The tears from streaming down my face and I coundn't make them stop for a while. Why do I always have to dream this shit again? I just want it to get out of my head.

With a look on my phone which rested right next to me on the bedside cupboard I let mysalf fall on the matress angain. 4 o'clock in the morning. Really? I shut my eyes close but I couln't let the sleep take over me again. There was to much fear of dreaming again. So I decided to get up and have a little walk to clear my head. I do that almoste everytime when I can not sleep, it's a kind of a habit of mine I guess.

I put on my favourite tracksuit ( It was a pink one my mum bought me when I was little. Unfortunately, it was a few sizes to big back then, but now it fits perfect) and tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs, trying not to make any noises. The last thing I wanted right now was Liam or anyone to wake up and ask what I'm doing.

Downstairs I decided put my toms on with the hope it wouldn't be too cold outside. I didn't really know where I should go now so I just like walked around the farm sunk in my thoughts which mainly were about my old life and how easy living used to be.

I didn't realized I was crying until I felt a tears fell on my pale cheek. I should stop thinking about that, it just makes me so sad but I don't want to forget it either.

For this moment the decision was taken from me because there was a pretty loud noise not far from me and I jumped a bit when a despairing cry followed. I couldn't make out what that noise came from, it sounded a bit like someone had thrown big object against something terribly hard.

I made my way to from where the noise came and slowly voices were heard. I followed my ears and the voices became louder and louder. Somehow they sounded familiar. Well, it would be a little awkward if not because it would be quite scary if there would be strangers on the farm. On the other hand- I don't really know everybody at the farm that well so yeah. I don't think I could tell everybody's voices.

It seemed like the voices came out of the hay warehouse. The door was a rift wide open so I pressed my chest against the door and tried to peek through the gap.

The first thing I saw was the back of someone wearing a black shirt. My eyes travelled along his back up to his broad shoulders and finally to his hair and omg. That brown curly hair. What was that Harry guy doing here and why is he screaming to that other boy?
Wait. Who is that other boy? He was laying on the bottom of the wooden wall of the barn and looked really miserable. I could look right in his face but he didn't recognized me and I prayed it would stays like this. Even if he was about 10 meters away from me I could see his ocean blue eyes which were wide open.

„Why did you do that, you fucking son of a bitch" Harry screamed at him.

The boys eyes which has looked scares bevor now filled with anger. „How dare you bring my mother into this" he said slowly and full of disgust.

Harrys body shifted a bit almost as if he was nervous. I couldn't see his face but it seems like he knew that his has been a little bit to much.

The other boy was now on his feet and a strand of his light brown hair fell on his forehead. Wow he was really small but still confident cause the next thing he did was walking straight to Harry and punishing his fist against Harry's cheek. Harry's head snapped to the side and just when he reached back to hit the smaller boy there was a trembling voice.

„Stop, please. I- Please don't fight." It was Charlotte sitting on her knees on the floor, her face in her hands. Why hadn't I notic her bevor?

„I'm -I'm sorry but Louis- please leave." She sobbed into her hands. Ah, so Louis was his name.

„But-''

„Didn't you hear what she said? Move your ass out of here." Harry snapped at him. Louis looked so desperate but turned around to leave.

Only then I remembered that I'm standing in the door so they will see me any second. I wanted to run away but it was to late.

„What are you doing here?" Louis Voice echoed in the big hall. Harry's and Charlottes heads quickly turned into my direction. Shit- I'm done.

„Olivia?"
„You?"

Harry and Charlotte said simultaneously.

AN

Does anyone remember the Quote in the first Paragraph? ;) (Little tip: It's from Harry originally)

Louis: Louis Tomlinson with an age of 21