Canon | (Harry Styles AU)

[fifteen]

[wattpad has seriously been pissing me off all day...this chapter was suppose to be up forever ago, it just wouldn't publish. so if you read this please vote so i know. thank you! & if you read my other fanfic "drive" you'll see it's been removed because wattpad deleted it. i tried to get it back but they said they can't. guess ill just start a new story ):]

"You shouldn't have to live like this," I say to her, pulling her to my chest with my arms wrapped around her tightly.

"I don't have a choice," Her muffled voice says into my chest.

"But you do. You can change this.You just can't do it alone," I reassure her, rubbing her back.

"What does your mom say about all of this," I ask even though I already have a fairly good idea. She's just as abused as Jo and it's obvious she's much more afraid of her husband then Jo is afraid of her father.

"She won't leave him. She's afraid," Jo tells me.

"But she loves you."

"Yea she loves me, but love won't save us."

"But it can."

"It can't. It's not enough," She replies, shaking her messy hair.

"Believe me it is."

"How can you sound so sure?" She asks.

"Because...because I know what you're going through," I admit. I hadn't planned on revealing to her that things with my own father are extremely similar to what she's going through with hers. If my mom hadn't left him I'm sure I'd have to deal with the same exact shït Jo is.

"What do you mean?"

"My dad use to hit me," I begin to say, watching her eyes widen,"Abuse was a normal thing because it happened so much but then my mom finally found the strength to leave after being with him for eight years."

"Really?" She asks in disbelief.

"Really."

"What made her leave?"

"Me."

"You?"

"Her love for me was stronger then anything my father could do to us if he knew we left. She got away and she got help for the both of us."

"Jo, you need to help give your mom the strength to leave. Show her how broken you are. Show her until she gets it."

"I'll try," She simply says through her sniffles,but I can tell by the new found light in her eyes she means it.

"What are you doing today?"

"Nothing, why," She asks, wiping away her tears.

"I want to hang out with you," I smile, hoping an afternoon together can at least take her mind off things at least for a little.

"Okay," She smiles back before looking down at her dirty dress and jacket,"I just need to change."

"Just wear something of mine," I say quickly, hoping she doesn't really think I'm going to let her go home while her dad is like this.

I walk over to my closet, sifting threw the hangers before tossing her a pair of Nike running shorts and a black Mötley Crüe.

"I don't like Mötley Crüe but I guess it'll have to do," She smirks, shrugging off her jacket, pulling her dress over her head and onto the floor.

"Too be honest, I don't either," I tell her, staring at my closed door praying my mom doesn't decide to just 'pop' in.

"Then why do you have this shirt?" She asks slipping the shorts on next, rolling them a few times at the waist so that they fit properly.