𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐡.𝐬]

CHAPTER FIVE: COULD ROSES BLOOM?

I smiled at him,

'I'm Harry' he said cockily, he lent back onto two legs of his chair and smiled

'I'm Olivia, or Ocean' I said nervously

'That's a really nice name' he commented, then there was a gap of silence and I didn't know what to do. Panic?

'Like your eyes' he smiled. I got confused my eyes were brown and looked more like a bog or a toilet. Definitely not the ocean like his deep green eyes.

'My eyes are brown' I laughed looking away to hide my blush

'yeah, but all eyes are deep and the entrance to the soul' he said looking down obviously a little embarrassed

'Woah, that's some deep shit' I giggled and he did the same, We talked for the rest of dinner and he even took my plate up for me, while he was gone Georgia came over

'What's it like falling in love with a nastie?' I gave her a disgusted face 'you had the choice of us or him... and you chose the monster' she exaggerated the him and pulled a sick face

'he's not a typical nastie' I commented 'he's hardly even a nastie'

'aw she's standing up for her perfect boyfriend'

'he's not my boyfriend' I replied angrily, I stood up from my chair so my face was level with hers

'ooooooh now she's getting defensive' I tightened my fists, this wasn't normally my way around things but she has pushed me to far. Just as I was about to punch two warm sweaty hands were on my shoulders and pushing me away,

'lets not make Harry split up another fight' it was Areej, I'm so glad she pulled me away I can't be bothered with fighting. She let go of me when we reached the stairs,

'Thanks for stopping me' I stopped and smiled at her

'Sorry for earlier I shouldn't have been so rude' she said looking down ashamed of her actions earlier

'Its fine' I laughed 'but I guess your right' There was this awkward silence as we walked up the stairs to the third level where are room was, she grabbed her key card and swiped it across the lock, it made a beep sound and I pushed it open,

'You should cool off, I'm going back downstairs' she said shutting the door, I took this as an opportunity to call my mum, I found my phone and scrolled to her contact my thumb hovered over the call button knowing she wouldn't pick up.

'leave a message after the beep' I hang up and collapsed on the bed, a tear rolled down my cheek

Day One of being away and I'm already worried. Fooking great. I thought back to when I was younger and all the joyful days at the local park with mum and dad. We were all so close back then. We were a family. A full, unbroken family. I remember the day we lost the cricket ball behind the lonely old lady's fence and when mum knocked on the door the old lady was offering her a cup of tea, mum felt so bad so she spent 30 minutes talking to an old lady she didn't know to give her company. Is this what mum spends her time doing? Looking back on what it was, or does she think of what it could have been? Where would we be now? Would I have a brother or a sister? Would Dad have got a promotion at work? Would we have family dinners at Christmas and big Christmas trees in the front window? We don't now, and we never will again. I can see how Mum gets carried away. I can see how she gets lost and consumed. I was brought out my trance when the door knocked. At first I thought it was one of my roommates being too lazy to get their key out. But the knocking continued,

'Hey is there anybody in there?' it was a deep mans voice, I wiped my tears from my face and opened the door, it was Harry

'Are you ok?' he questioned innocently 'I came back to our table and you were gone, did I say something?'

'no but I nearly punched someone around the face so Areej brought me away'

'oh' he stared at me 'have you been crying?'

'no, what makes you think that? i asked

'don't lie' he sulked 'your eyes are all red and swollen'

I tried to hold in the flood tears but I couldn't, i looked up at him and a single salty tear fell down my right cheek, he wiped it way with his thumb.

'Can i come in' he asked and I nodded, he left the door open a tiny bit and sat down on my bed next to me 'Whats up?' he asked, so i told him everyhting, from my dad, to my mum to my bulies and ex freinds, and he just sat there and lisened. I had never had a good enough person in my life to tell this too, but Harry just felt right. It felt like a wight had been lifted of my shouder and he was carrying some of it for me. He pulled me in for a hug and I lent my head on his warm chest. This was a little weird because I hardly knew him, but i felt safe and happy there in his arms.

'I'll tell you my story now' he whispered into my ear...

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