Beaten, Broken, Loved, then Fixed

A Needed Distraction

Part 3:

"Are you okay?" I asked as I held her to my chest I cup her face in my hands making her look at me

"Yeah...I'm"

"Yo asshole get away from her." Zayn said as he stepped out of the black car with a small group of jocks, who I just see as his brain washed followers.

"Zayn will you just leave her alone. Ariel doesn't want to be near you what so ever. She has made that clear." She moved behind me not letting go of my shirt

"No you little shit she was mine fir..."

"Was!" she snapped from behind me.

"Ariel, let's go NOW." He snapped at her

"No." I stepped in answering for her.

            He stepped to us and I stepped to him as well. I balled my fists up as tight as I could, I felt a huge fire of hate grow in my chest. My build up of rage suddenly was diminished as Ariel grabbed onto my hand. I looked back at her as saw fear in her eyes. The last thing I need or wanted was to scare her, and a fight with Zayn was not worth risking that. I gave Zayn a dark look, more as a warning as I grabbed her hand and started to walk away.

"Harry...?" she stopped right outside the door

"Yeah?"

            She stepped to me and placed a light small kiss on my jaw line. I'm sure that's as high as she could reach because I was much taller than her. I probably look like a bright ripe tomato right now but I don't care. I haven't scared her...not to bad yet anyway, and I'll do all I can to avoid scaring her at all. She gave me a quick smile and made her way inside, and up to the cashier.

"What are you getting?" she asked

"Oh, me...umm I'm kind of boring I just get plan old buttered noodles." I blush

"Two buttered noodles with parmesan chicken." She tells the cashier

"Drinks?" he questions

"two large please." I answer.

            He hands her our cups and I pay for the food. He gives us our number and sends us away, to get our drinks. I see her pouring herself some tea. She turns to me.

"What?" she questioned as she gave me my cup

"I love tea." I say as I pour myself some

"That's all I drink no soda for me thank you." She adds with a small giggle   

"You pick where we sit beautiful." I smile after her

"Here is fine."

            She says as we walk up to a booth. We were far in the back, so we were mostly alone, we would be able to talk without a lot of people interrupting us. I would be able to see if she was starting to like me this way, I hope she does. The waiter bring us our food and without a word walks away.

"So... Harry you saved me just now... why?" she asked as she takes her first bite

"Because."

"Because why?"  she lightly giggles

"I like you." I looked down at my food , I couldn't look up at her I was  embarrassed.. what would she think?

"I like you too." She said smiling at me 

"What really?" I caught her in mid-bite

"Yes." She giggled as she finished chewing

            We started talking, even after our bowls were empty. She was telling me deep stories, things I would have never known about her, she has had a hard life but who hasn't... when she asked about me, I had nothing to really say. Anything I could say would get my parents in trouble because all my dad does is hit me and my mom just stands by and watches.

"Come on Harry tell me about yourself."

"I don't know what to say I'm boring."

"No way." She snaps back

"No really I am." I lie again.

            We joked and kept talking. Well she talked I listened and thought about the dramatic events of the day. I'm the dark kid that sits in the corner of the room and doesn't talk to anyone, and who has a dad who beats him. Yet here I am talking to a beautiful girl who isn't scared of me.

"Oh shit Harry."

"What?"

"We are late for class."

"Shit lets go."

            We laughed off the fact we over extended lunch. It was the fastest lunch I have ever had in my whole life. She over time put her number in my phone, and had me put mine in hers. So we could talk all we wanted. I was very excited that she asked me for my number because I honestly don't think that I would have had the balls to ask her first. When we got back to school I walked her all the way to class and I was lucky enough to get a small hug. No sooner am I steps away from her class room I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket to see

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