when loving lies // h.s

chapter 11

When we pulled up into the driveway I had just slipped my dress back over my head. My eyes were heavy and I knew as soon as I made it inside I would be asleep. I stepped out of the car with my heels in my hand. Harry has gotten out and led me up to the door.

"When we go in you have to be quiet," he explained and I nodded. He opened the door, allowing me to go in.

"Honey I'm-" a hand goes over my mouth quickly and I lick his hand.

"Seriously, Emma stop," he whispers and I pretend to zip my lips and throw the key. Harry rolls his eyes at me. I only smirk.

"Harry. Why the fuck are you being so loud?" A voice booms through the fourier and I jumped at the sound.

"I had to help someone out. Why the fuck are you yelling?" Harry snaps back.

"Sorry sir, I didn't realize the echo," I apologize and sober up some.

"It's fine dear, Harry here should know better by now shouldn't you?" Harry's dad replies. I only stay quiet.

"Oh, piss off," Harry spits, guiding me up the stairs.

"Better yet son, why don't you come back down after she settles in. We need to have a chat," his dad says in a stern tone and I look at Harry. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. I could tell he wanted to punch a wall.

"Calm down, Harry," I whisper.

"How about you shut up. It's your fault we're in this mess," he retaliated.

"My fault? I told you to bring me to Caroline's," I snap back as we walk into his dimly lit room.

"Oh yeah. Let me just bring you back to that bitch's place so you can go fuck up your reputation more," he seethed.

"That bitch is my best friend!" I was yelling now. I didn't care anymore. His house was big enough that the room next door wouldn't hear me.

"That bitch is a bad influence!" He yelled back.

"What are you? My dad?" I cried pushing away from him.

"No! I just don't want you to get hurt!" I replied.

"Why do you care so much?!" I was crying drunken tears now.

"Because I care about you! Okay em! I care about you!" He screams. My eyes go wide and I'm now fully sober. "I've cared about you since the first day you came over and wore that hideous yellow dress. I've cared about you since I saved your ass, twice. I've cared about you since you showed up at my house with your sweet smile. I was such a dick to you and I just care about you alright. Damn," he gushed and my heart flutters.

All the back and forth. All the bipolar. Everything was because he didn't know how to handle his feelings.

"Fuck it," he said under his breath.

His hands go to my face and his lips crash into mine. He lets out a sigh of relief and suddenly my feelings came all at once.

I moved my hands to his face and his moved to my waist. His thumbs massaging my sides as our lips were still interlocked. I quickly pull away and suck in a breath.

"Harry I-" I try to mutter.

"Don't talk," he said, placing his finger over my now swollen lips. His lips find mine again and the fire in the pit of my stomach ignites again. I pull away.

"Harry, I- I can't do this," I quickly make a run for the bathroom. I begin to feel nauseous. The tears begin to roll down my face. I felt like a fool. I should have known I wasn't mentally ready. A knock on the door sounded.

"Em. Please open the door em," he called. I sat against it. Tears no longer able to come. I just sat with my head on my knees.

"Emma, open the door. I just want to talk," he called again. I sighed. It wasn't his fault. He had shown me the vulnerable side of him that he allowed almost no one to see. He showed me he was capable of his own feelings. I stood. I opened the door to see his concerned face staring back at me.

"What's going on?" He questions. I wipe my face and simply wrap my arms around his torso. The tears coming back to me.

Harry was taken aback but quickly hugged me tight, rubbing my back.

"Harry, I had an abusive boyfriend back home," I sniffed. "He used to abuse me not only mentally but physically. He would hit me. Punch me. Slap me. One day I went to his apartment after school. I had a friend named Ryan. Ryan and I had been friends since seventh grade and my ex boyfriend didn't like that. Ryan had texted me about coming over to do homework and my Nathan flipped out. He stabbed me Harry, right below my ribs," I cried. I felt Harry tense but only held me tighter.

"I had to call 911 myself, lying there on his kitchen floor because he fled the scene. They took me to the emergency room and I stayed in the hospital for a week. I filed a restraining order against Nathan and my parents and I moved here," I said with a shaky breath.

"Em, I'm so sorry. I had no idea," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

"That's why I'm having such a hard time with this. I'm just scared and I'm sorry," I cried.

"No, don't be sorry. It's okay Em," he promised, caressing my hair. I felt safe in his arms.

"Come on lets just gets some sleep. I think you've had a long enough night," he said, leading me back to his room. He pulled back the covers and threw me one of his t shirts. I pulled off my dress and slipped on his shirt. I watched his eyes get slightly wider. The shirt hit my thighs. He simply smiled, crawling into bed and I followed. I nuzzled up close to him and closed my eyes, praying for sleep to come to me.

AHHHH