Live While We're Young

Chapter 14

I wake up with Harry sleeping next to me. 

"Harry," I say, shaking him. 

"Yes?" He asks. 

"I love you," I say. 

"How corny of you," he grins, "I love you too." 

I kiss him gently. He starts to make the kiss more passionate, and I get up and start running through the house. 

"Stop teasing!" He yells, chasing me. 

"Never!" I giggle, running through the kitchen. 

Harry runs swiftly to the door in the kitchen so I can't get outside onto the terrace area from there. 

I grab a whisk with pancake batter on it and whip it at Harry, sending batter all over him. 

"Oh, It's on!" He yells, chasing me again.  

I run quickly out into the living room, hiding into the coat closet of the hotel room. 

"Nicole, come here!" He yells, stopping in the living room. 

I giggle lightly and adjust. 

Then coats come toppling down onto me. 

I scream, but stop myself quickly. 

The door swings open and all the coats come flying off me. 

"Are you okay?!" He says, picking me up immediately. 

"No, ow!, my back!" I lie. 

I hate lying but I do not want to be covered in pancake batter! 

"I'll get you some ice just lay down," Harry says setting me on the couch and running into the kitchen. 

I get up and sneak into the bathroom, locking the door. 

"Hey!" Harry screams running to the bathroom door, rapping on it with his fist. 

"Open up!" He says loudly. 

"No!" I say back, chuckling. 

"This is serious. I thought you were hurt badly!" He says seriously and sternly. 

The tone of his voice scares me. 

I open the door and he comes running in. 

"That's not funny! I thought you were hurt very badly!" He says, glaring at me. 

I hide my face. 

"Never do that again! Not funny!" 

I turn my body away and crawling to the door. 

"Get back here," he says, still rather stern. 

I drop into a ball, covering my head. 

He reaches down towards me. 

I smack his hand. 

"Don't touch me!" I scream, stumbling into the other room. 

"What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you, just come here," he says, walking after me. 

I run into a bedroom, closing the door behind me. I sit in front of the door, hoping that I will block him from getting in. 

He pushes on the door. 

"Stop!" I scream, covering my ears. 

I sob into my knees, all the memories flooding through me. 

I stay there for a while, just crying. 

I think Harry would open the door, I know he can because I didn't lock it as the door has no lock, but he probably doesn't want to hurt me. 

"Can I come in now?" He asks. 

I hiccup, crying gently now. 

Without responding, I crawl into the bed and lay under the covers. 

The door opens slowly at first, then swings wide open. 

"What was that about?" Harry asks, laying next to me and wrapping me in his arms. 

"N-nothing," I hiccup out. 

"Really, what happened?" He asks. 

"Well," I start, I hate bottling things up as much as I hate lying, "I was dating a guy n..named Blake..and he had a tendency to hit me.."

I let a tear trickle down my face.  "He left scars on me."

I shudder at the memory and bury my face into Harry's chest, trying not to cry. 

"He left scars?" Harry asks. 

I nod. 

"Where?" He asks. 

I gesture to my back. 

Harry immediately pulls my shirt up so he can see my back. 

I'm sure the first thing he sees is a five-star bruise from being slapped. 

"When was this from?!" He asks. 

"The day before I met you," I mumble. 

"Are you still dating him?!" Harry asks, concerned. 

"No, he broke up with me that day. He had to go to jail because my sister ratted him out," I wince as he pokes the hand mark. 

"Well, glad he's in jail," he mumbles, and I'm pretty sure he curses a few times. 

"What's this from?" He pokes a scar. 

"He stabbed me a little bit with a fork, nothing bad," I say. 

"A fork?!" He screams, "Stabbed you?! 

I nod. 

"If you were remembering these things, I think you need a counsellor. And I would never hurt you, I love you too much," he says as he kisses me on the forehead.