Harry's POV
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I opened the giant door into the house with a huge goofy grin on my face. It had been my first day of kindergarten and it was SO much fun! I could not wait to tell Papa about what we did today and about all the friends I made! I quietly shut the door behind me and slipped my shoes off. I bent down and put my backpack on the floor and started making my way towards the kitchen. I shook my curls out of my eyes as I reached the door. I walked through and saw Papa sitting down at the table with a bottle of beer. I looked at the grey haired, aging man with loving green eyes.
"Papa! Today was so much fun!" I exclaimed as he swung his blue eyes towards me. They looked slightly angry but I ignored it and continued on, "I made a bunch of new friends and we played on the playground together! We were playing this game where everyone was swinging and if you were swinging exactly like the other person, you were married! And then, Papa-" I was cut off when Papa violently hit his beer bottle against the table causing it to shatter in half. I gasped as Papa stood up.
"Don't call me that, you little bastard!" He screamed at me. I whimpered and cowered away. I was scared. Papa looked really angry. His blue eyes were darken with hatred and his hand was clentched tightly around one half on the beer bottle.
"B-but P-papa" I studdered out but was cut off yet again.
"I told you not to call me that, you filthy pig!" He roared then threw the bottle at me. I yelped when I felt the ragged edges cut into my chest. I let out a whimper then my body started to shake violent as I start to sob. It hurt so much. Papa grabbed the front of my shirt and lifted me up and off the ground. As I dangled from my shirt, I let out another whimper as I tried my best to get away from him. However, his grip was too strong and me pulled me right up to his pale face. "If you ever call me that again, I will make sure you don't reach another birthday, you got that boy?" He threatened menacingly. I shivered from the coldness in his voice. I had no doubt that he would keep his word. I nodded quickly as the quick tears soaked my face. "good." Papa, or Steve now, threw me to the ground. Once my body hit the hard, cold floor I curled up into a little tight ball and cried into my small hands. Steve looked down at me and let a bitter laugh out. He mumbled out the word weak and then kicked me hard in the ribs before walking out which just caused another round of fresh tears.
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My eyes snapped open as I shot up in bed. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest while I looked around the darkened room. Calm down, Harry. You're at your Mum's house. Steve isn't here. It was weird. I use to never have these horrid flashbacks. However, ever since I met Louis Everytime I closed my eyes Steve would appear and haunt my dreams. I raced my hands through my tangled curls. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when I felt sweat sticking to my hair. I looked down and realized that I was sweating everywhere. Even my bed was all wet from it. I suppose that's what happens when you have a nightmare. I winced. Well not a nightmare, but more a memory. That was the first time I remember Steve hurting me. I knew that, that wasn't the first time, but just the first time that I was old enough to remember him doing it. Well, Steve was right about one thing; I was a filthy pig. I pulled the sheets away from my sticky body and stood up to take a shower.
After the shower, I got dressed in a Jack Wills dark blue hoodie and some black baggy jeans. Once I fixed my hair I looked at the time. Perfect. It was time to go to Niall's house. I had asked Mum about it the night before and she said I could go. I think she was just happy because I was making friends. I walked down the stairs and right out the door. I wasn't hungry for breakfast and Mum wasn't there to make me eat any. Mum never let me leave the house without eating it. I was pretty sure that she was worried I didn't eat enough. Which was understandable for when she first saw me you could easily see my bones. I gained a couple pounds since then, but in some places bones were still visible.
As I walked around I looked down at my phone to figure out where Niall lived. I sighed once I figured out that I was going the wrong way. I turned around and continued down the right direction. I shivered as the wind ruffled my curls. It was quite chilly outside and in reality, I probably should have put more then just a sweatshirt on. I rubbed my hands together then stuck them in my pockets trying to warm them. After a bit of walking I made it to Niall's house. I went up to his door and rang the doorbell. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I waited for the door to open. I knew that I was late, and I hope he wouldn't be mad about it. I looked down at my shoes right before the door opened.
"S-sorry, I was late. I went the w-wrong way." I hurried out then looked up. I gasped when I saw the wrong blue eyes. These's ones haunted my every waking moment and they somehow looked familier. Like I've seen something like them, but not exactly. Louis beamed down at me and pulled me in from the freezing cold.
"Curly! I didn't know you were gonna be here!" Louis said excited. I could say the same thing. "It's good you came as soon as you did because if you came any later you would've missed making the pies!" Louis grabbed onto my hand and started pulling me down the hallway towards the kitchen. My eyes widened when I felt a little spark. What did that mean? I bet it ment nothing. I was just confused about what was happening. After all, I couldn't quite wrap my head around the situation. What was Louis doing here? He wasn't friends with Niall was he? I've never seen them talking. We passed through the door and I saw both Liam and Niall. However, I also saw Zayn. I tensed instantly remembering the look of realization he had on his face yesterday. If he knew then I was screwed. There was no way he wasn't going to tell Louis. The two were best friends!
"Harry! You finally made it!" Niall exclaimed and pulled me into a huge. This caused Louis to let go out my hand and I couldn't help but feel disappointed and saddened about that. I awkwardly hugged Niall back and after a second or two he pulled away with a frown. "Wow, you're freezing cold, mate. Did you walk here?" To answer his question I just nodded my head. I hadn't been able to find my voice ever since I saw Louis at the front door instead of Niall. Liam walked over and touched my cheek.
"You are really cold, Harry. Do you want another jacket or a blanket?" Liam asked with worry laced through his voice. I shook my head and he let out a sigh. "Well at least wash yourself help with some hot water. C'mon, I'll show you the bathroom." I followed Liam down the hall and into the bathroom. I turned on the sink and waited for it to warm up.
"Liam?" I questioned. "Why is Louis and Zayn here?" He nodded his heading as if expecting me to ask.
"Zayn lives next door to Niall and their parents are friends. Every year Niall's mum invites him to join us and ever since he became friends with Louis, he got to go too. It won't be too bad. They are pretty decent guys, I'm sure you'll still have fun." Liam smiled at me then turned to walk out. "I best be getting back before Niall tries to eat all the apples for the apple pie like last year." and with that Liam walked out. I started to wash up and I thought about what Liam said. It was weird that their parents were friends but not them. I mean, wouldn't they have been forced to play with each other? But then again, that would be the very reason as to way they weren't friends. I sighed and turned the sink off. Just as I was about to walk out, Zayn came in and shut the door behind him. My eyes widened as he studied me. Crap, I had planned on staying away from him but obviously that plan wasn't working.
"I know." Zayn finally said after away.
"K-know what?" I murmured as I looked everywhere but him.
"You and I both know what. Louis told me about all those burises and cuts on your back. Not to mention that I saw them myself when you got beat up. You got up and walked away like you were perfectly fine. Most people would be lying on the floor crying. But not you. No, you didn't even have a limp or anything!" Zayn snorted then shook his head. "You and I both know you aren't a fighter. If you were then those guys would have never stood a chance. No, you didn't get those bruises from fighting. You got them from your father." I froze. I couldn't even breath. How could he know that? He can't have known that! But he did. He knew exactly how I got those bruises and scars. How could he have known? Suddenly, my body lost all it's energy and I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.
"He's not my father." I mumbled so softly I wasn't even sure he could hear me. "He wasn't my father."
"Then...who was it?" Zayn asked me confused. "I know it wasn't your mum."
"How do you know that?" I blurted out. I wanted to know how he knew that. I was glad that he was so sure it wasn't her, because it was the nicest person I've ever met. Yet, at the same time I couldn't help but question how she got crossed off the list.
"Because, I've seen her drop you off. You look at her with such adoration and love. There is no way you would look at her if she was abusing you. When she drives away, you look so lost without her." Zayn let out a chuckle then shook his head. He repeated his question "Harry, if it wasn't your father. Then who was it?"
"It was Steve." I mumbled. I looked up at Zayn and saw that he was as confused as ever. I chewed on the inside of my cheek then made a quick decision. I explained it to him. I told Zayn everything. From when I was kidnapped and up until I was saves. I couldn't believe that I was tell him anything. I pretty much knew nothing about Zayn and here I was telling him my life story. By the time I was finished with the story, I was close to collapsing onto the floor of the bathroom and never getting back up.
"Wow." Zayn mumbled trying to soak up all this new information. "Who else knows about this? Besides from Anne?"
"N-no one." I mumbled then looked away from Zayn disapproving stare.
"Harry, you need to tell the others about this. They deserve to know. You can't keep secrets like this."
"But Zayn, I can't! What if they hate me because of it?!" I exclaimed starting to panic.
"They aren't going to hate you because of what happened to you. However, if you keep this from them for too long they might hate you for not saying anything. Look, Harry, I'm not going to tell your secret to anyone. But you had better tell them before you or one of them get hurt." Zayn gave me and reasurring smile then left the bathroom. I slide down to the ground and tugged on my curls. What was I going to do?
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What do you guys think? Do you love it? Hate it? Soso? Are you guys glad that Zayn was right and found out about Harry's past or do you think Harry should have kept it a secret a bit longer? Tell me what you think! Also, I would like to say that I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday or the day before that. My neighbor had my computer and I've yet to get it back. You're lucky I posted tonight because I'm doing it on my iPad and it's hard! I've lost what I've written twice! I was very unhappy! Anywho, I love you guys Andi hope you have a wonderful day!
~Abby <3