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Okay that's really awkward...
But because I don't have time to search and find it I want to write it here.
I sometimes wrote Sarah instead of Grace and that's because my brain fooled me since I started writing the new fanfic and I wrote the wrong name in this story..
So..if you saw any 'Sarah' name just don't confuse yourselves. I wanted to write 'Grace' okay?
And I'm really sorry about that. It's all my fault. Please don't hate me for that.
Enjoy.
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Harry took a step closer, holding his hands up in a calming gesture, green eyes staring at me with worry and sadness. I shook my head, controlling my tears. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to talk about this, I didn't want to look at him at the point.
“Don't follow me...please.” I said quietly, a sob escaping my lips as I turned around and opened the door, quickly rushing outside.
He didn't follow me, thankfully. I ignored people's weird looks as I rushed through them, heading to Harry's car. I wanted to stay alone and calm myself down because at this point, yeah, I was hurt.
I opened the door and jumped in, shutting close the door next to me. I looked down at my hands that were on my lap, feeling the tears burning at the back of my eyes. What he said hurt me, but I knew it just came out of his mouth, not that he actually meant it.
But the fact that my parents are dead will always make me feel weak. I always cry, no matter where I am, when I remember about it, the tears don't ask my permission to fall. My heart always sinks when I remind myself that I'm all alone.
It was a huge shock when I found out. I was so young, I felt like everything around me disappeared in seconds. My hopes, my goals, my family...just everything. I was left all alone and I was helpless. I still have some nightmares and it scares the hell out of me. The good thing is, that I have to have a nightmare for 2 years now and I can sleep normally.
A few tears rolled down my cheeks and I quickly wiped them away. Hell, I felt so weak at the moment. Inhaling deeply, I jumped out of the car and went to find the others. Hannah and Niall were looking at something at Niall's phone when I approached them and Harry was sitting on his seat, elbows resting on the table and his back that was facing me was scrunched up.
Since he heard me coming, he turned his head to look at me, our eyes locking. I saw worry in his eyes wich turned my stomach into knots, but I managed to ignore it. Harry reached to take my hand when I stood in front of the three of them. I let him do it.
His large hand took mine in his, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back, our eyes still locked. Hannah and Niall didn't pay any attention to us as they talked about something, but I actually didn't listen to them. No sound was filling my ears, it was just me and Harry, staring each other.
“Hey,” he said softly, as if a little scared of talking.
I pressed my lips softly, his hand pulling me closer to him. He turned his body completely to my side, spreading his legs open for me to stand between them. He looked up at me, brows pulled low and emerald eyes studying me closely.
“Hey,” I sighed, not wanting to be heard hurt.
I brought my other hand on his shoulder, gaining a tiny smile from him. I forced a small smile and he gently squeezed my hand.
“Rebecca—,“
“Yo, Rebecca, are you in for tonight's party?” Niall interrupted, making me and Harry turn our faces to look at him.
Party? I wasn't really in a mood for a party, but I wasn't really in a mood to stay home and think about me not having parents.
“No, we actually have planned for tonight.” Harry spoke in a low voice.
I frowned and turned to look at him. He gave me a small smile, quietly telling me everything's gonna be okay. I nodded and smiled back and turned to Niall who was staring at me with a brow raised.
“What's with you and parties? Like seriously, all you do is go to parties and drink till you pass out,” I huffed.
Niall shrugged, grinning at me. “We gotta live while we're young.”
“Exactly.” Hannah agreed, looking back down at Niall's phone.
I rolled my eyes, not saying any more. Harry kept staring up at me, a thoughtful expression covering his features. I knew he was thinking about what happened and I wasn't ready to talk to him about that—just not at that moment, in front of Niall and Hannah.
“We should go home now,” Harry said, standing up, his weigh towering me.
Niall frowned and Hannah's smile disappeared. “Oh c'mon guys! You didn't even stay for more than 10 minutes!” Niall whined.
“We have to go.” Harry said firmly, gently pulling me with him as he started walking away.
Hannah pouted. “Just a few more minutes?”
“Guys, don't make me repeat myself.” Harry said through clenched teeth.
Niall shrugged and Hannah looked down. “Sure, yeah okay man, have fun.” Niall gave in, not wanting to press Harry.
I gave them a small smile before following Harry to his car. His grip was loose but still gentle. He opened the door for me and I jumped in, my smile fading away. Harry walked over the car and jumped in, quickly turning on the engine and pulling the car on the road.
The drive back home was quiet, none of us said anything. I saw him from the corner of my eye glancing at me some times, checking out my mood. I managed to mask my pain with a poker face, keeping my eyes glued on the road.
The thing I was thinking about was what Harry said. We have planned for tonight? Why don't I remember anything? Sighing quietly to myself, I crossed my arms over my chest to warm myself even more. The heat on the car was turned on, but I still had shivers for some unknown reason.
When we arrived home, I jumped out of the car and quickly wakled up to the front door. I opened it and stepped in, Harry following me from behind. He closed the door and I suddenly felt an awkward tension between us in the air as silence went through us.
I sighed and turned around to look at him, my heart tugging at his sad expression. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the tiny jolts of pain in my heart. “You hungry?”
“No.” he replied lowly. “I want to talk.”
I sighed and unzipped my jacket. “Okay, talk.” I said, my voice low.
He took a step towards me, wanting to see my reaction. I didn't do anything, I stared at him as I took of my jacket. “Tell me the truth, Rebecca. I hurt you, didn't I?”
I bit my cheek, trying to control my tears. “Not exactly.” I replied slowly.
He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”
“It wasn't your fault, Harry. It's not that you hurt me. It's the fact that I'm an orphan.” I sighed again. “Look, when they told me my parents died, I lost it, okay? And it took me a lot of effort to keep on living on my own. I've been through so many things that did nothing but caused pain to me, and every time something so small reminds me of my dead parents, I'm...” I shook my head and raised my shoulders. “I'm weak.”
He hummed and nodded, motioning for me to go on, curly locks falling on his forehead.
“And it just hit me like every time it does when I remember my parents are dead. It wasn't because you saif it, anyone that have said that would make me feel hurt.”
“Are you sure? Because..” he trailed. Clearing his throat, he continued. “Because I know it was kinda harsh, what I told you, and I was beyond mad at you for not listening to me.”
“Harry, I'm sorry for not following your orders but look, Hannah's fine, I made the demon go away, happy end.” I said simply, shrugging innocently.
He chuckled, taking one more step towards me. “Damn Rebecca,”
“Yeah, I know, I'm always making you angry,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“No.” he shook his head, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You always make me feel important,”
My heart stopped. I smiled up at him, a real smile. He smiled down at me before leaning in and kissing my temple, sending a wave of warmth wash through me. All the hurt and pain I felt before was gone now, all because of Harry.
“Harry...I don't know what I would've done if it wasn't you..” I mumbled.
He pulled back to smirk at me, dimples popping out on his cheek. “You would've been in a much better mood now..” he muttered.
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I'm better when you're here.”
He sighed, a charming smile pulling at his lips. He then leaned in to kiss my temple once more before pulling away and walking upstairs. I followed him to his bedroom, still curious about what he said to Niall.
“What have we actually planned for tonight?” I asked curiously, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned in the doorway.
He chuckled as he bent to leave his phone on the dresser before stepping out of his boots and jumping on his stomach on the bed. He looked at me with a cheeky grin, raising his hand, motioning me to go near him.
I went there and sat on the bed, taking his hand in mine. “Did you lie?” I asked.
He huffed. “No.”
“Then what are we going to do tonight? I don't remember us talking about something..”
“Let's just say a have a surprise for you.” he winked.
I raised my brows in surprise, my smile growing bigger. “A surprise?”
He nodded, turning around to lie on his back, green excited eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Yep.”
“Why? I mean..are we celebrating something or no?” My eyes widened. “Oh my God! Harry, is your birthday today?!” I asked excited, my voice thinner.
He let a snort. “No, it's not my birthday. My birthday's at February the 1st.” he informed.
“Oh.” My excitement diminished a little. “Okay...so why are you doing this?” I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes at him.
He shrugged and gave me a lazy grin before sitting up to look directly into my eyes. “Because I want to do it.”
“Please tell me it doesn't have to be with plans and some crazy stuff you're always thinking about.”
“Like stealing the key?” he raised a brow, staring at me with amusement.
“That one was the worst. I'm never doing such thing again.” I shook my head.
“Hmm.” he hummed. “However, no, it hasn't to do with stealing or aby kind of shit that relates to this story.”
I sighed out of relief. “Thank God.”
“No need to thank me, baby.”
I laughed and playfully slapped him. He laughed and pinned me down on the bed, hovering over me. We locked eyes the moment I ran my hands through his curly locks, both of us smiling broadly at each other.
“I really hope you like my surprise.” he said, sounding a little nervous.
I chuckled. “We'll see.”
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A/N: What do you think Harry has planned for tonight? WHAT DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA DO TO HER??
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