Little Things (H. S AU)

05. Telling Secrets and Sipping Tea

Hannah's POV

"Ok. Umm, I don't know where to start." I gulped nervously, considering I am going to tell this boy that I have known for a full two days, my life story.

"Start from the beginning." He says. "When were you born? What was your childhood like?"

"Ok. Well, I was born on Thanksgiving of 1996, meaning I am seventeen at the moment. I had a pretty horrible childhood, my dad was and is an alcoholic and he abused my mom. He never laid a hand on me until I was about ten, when my mom left. I don't know where she is, but I hope she's happy. For the past seven years, it has been horrible. I have had nightmares almost every night and my dad is always out at bars and shit and doesn't even realize that they are about him and when he hit my mom. He's always to drunk or hungover to care. The only time he cares about me is when it comes to my grades." I started, but he interrupted me.

"So, in the note, when you said he would kill you, you were serious?"

Wait, he remembers that?

" U-um yea. He has whipped me, burned me, slapped me, punched me, kicked me. You name it, he's done it."

"Has he r-raped you?" He asked, I could tell that he was trying not to push it.

I gulped. I nodded slowly and Harry stood up so fast that it could give you whiplash.

"HANNAH THAT IS FUCKING ILLEGAL! NOT ONLY THE FACT THAT YOU ARE FUCKING SEVENTEEN, BUT HE IS YOUR FATHER! THAT IS SEXUAL ABUSE! MOLESTATION! I AM FUCKING CALLING THE COPS!"

"H-HARRY NO! Please, if I call the cops on him, he will kill me. Please. He was drunk, I don't even think that he knew what he was doing." I pleaded, because it was true.

His eyes softened and his fingers lifted my chin up so I was looking at him. I was on the verge of tears and he was looking at me with the saddest and softest expression I have ever seen on someone's face.

"Hannah, babe, that doesn't make it okay. I promise I will protect you. I already told you, I feel something completely different towards you, I don't know what it is, but I promise that no matter what, that man, or any man, will never touch you that way as long as I'm around. Okay?" He said softly, making my heart flutter.

Wait. What? No. I can't have feeling towards him. Can I?

"Okay. Thank you, Harry. I seriously can't thank you enough." I smiled softly as he kissed my forehead gently.

"Is there anything else you want me to know?" He asked, I could tell, again, that he was trying hard not to push the information out of me.

"Um, yea. You know James, obviously. I may or may not live with him." I spoke, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"What? How? You're only seventeen."

"I had parent's consent. Before my mom left, she divorced my dad and had Nicole's parents become my legal guardians."

"Oh." Thats it?

"Yea. Thank you for not trying to pry the information out of me Harry."

"No problem babe, I want you to tell me what you are comfortable telling me." He smiled that panty-dropping smile and my insides melted.

I've never seen this side of Harry before. His gentle, sweet side. I only get to see his tough, badass side at school. I like this better.

"Ok. Enough about me, what about you?"

"I am eighteen, almost nineteen, and live here with my best friends, Liam And Niall. You'll have to meet them sometime."

"Do they go to our school?"