𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 // 𝑯.𝑺 (Discontinued)

××THIRTY FOUR××

Emily's POV

I lay in my bed in silence,the sound of faint yelling and arguing, coming from downstairs.

I'm tired of this.

So fucking tired.

I'm tired of hearing people remind me of my mistakes. I'm tired of people reminding me about,
"Hey" "Remember you had an eating disorder that was so bad ,you looked sick? Well,now you look so much better!! " "Don't go back to starving yourself Emily,you know what that did to you" "Why are you being your old self again? Get over it"

These words kept playing back,like a tape recording in my head.

Why couldn't everything just be.....Normal,for once?

I  shut that part of my mind off, not letting those toxic thoughts consume me.

I pick up my phone,to see the screen blink, 9:02 PM.

I bite my lip,Thinking about the thing that had just crossed my mind.

It was Sunday,night. God,knows how long my parents would be arguing.

And,I just can't stand being within these four walls anymore.

With those last words,I grab my jacket and tuck my phone into my pocket.

"Here goes,nothing "  I think to myself,as I climb over the windowsill.

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The quiet atmosphere made me shiver,as I walked down the dark pathway,only the occasional sound of twigs snapping beneath my feet,filling the air.

I rub my hands together,in an attempt to stay warm,as a wave of cold wind hits me.
I breathe a sigh of relief, when the familiar sight of the train tracks, come into my vision as I continue to walk forward.

I completely understand what Harry was talking about.
There was just something about this place...that gave me a sense of peace. I couldn't quite explain it...

I shove my hands into my pockets,looking down at the ground as I step onto the metal tracks.

I look up,to see something that scared the living daylights out of me at first.
But,soon I realized it was only a person.

A person.

The figure was familiar, though. His back was faced to me,but I knew exactly who it was.

"...Harry?" I ask quietly, walking forward as I do.

He turns around swiftly, before getting up on his feet,his hands moving to his hair,immediately.

"E - Emily?" He stutters,clearly surprised that I was here at this hour.
"...What are you doing here..?" He asks,this time even softer than before.

I huff,as I answer "Didn't mean to interrupt you..I was just..I had a rough day,so I thought I would -"

I stop midway through my sentence, as my eyes take in his appearance, only now.

He had what looked like a bruise, against his cheek.
He had a faint cut scattered across his forehead.
And,his lip looked busted,a small cut,glistening in the dark.

".....Harry...What..What happened?" I question softly,walking toward him slowly.

He shuts his eyes,as if he didn't want me to find out before speaking,
"This? This...its nothing..I'm..I'm okay," he finishes,trying to get his words out.

I shake my head in disagreement, "Who did this to you?" I ask,my eyes filled with both sadness and anger.

His breathe hitches in his throat,as he thinks of something to say.
"I....It was... I can't..." he continues to stutter,as my heart still aches at the sight of him.

"......It was my dad.." he whispers,looking down at the ground.

My eyes widen in disbelief, as I look at him.

His father,did this to him?

He was..he's...God,I can't even finish that sentence.

"Haz..." I whisper,my hands cupping his face,as he looks up to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry,I didn't mean for you to find out this way,I -"

"No,no..Please,don't apologize..Don't ever say sorry like that again..." I say,tracing his bruises softly with my fingertips.

"You don't deserve this.." I whisper,tracing his lips slowly, causing Harry to shudder.

He takes a deep breathe,
"Its okay...I mean..There's..there's nothing I can do.."

I furrow my eyebrows,before opening my mouth to say something,
But,he just shakes his head,not wanting to talk about that.
I nod ,placing my head against his shoulder,as he pulls me softly,by my waist,my head now buried in his chest.

"I'm sorry,H.." I whisper,holding onto him tight.

He nods,his chin placed against my head,"its okay,love..I'm okay.."

He continues to hold me,letting my thoughts wander.

Why would someone do that to him? I didn't even know his dad,but the rage built up inside of me for him was so strong.

This explains the time he wasn't at school..and I found him,with a cut against his lip,just like this.

Why didn't I see  this earlier? His dad is never home..He never talks about him..

I just..there were so many flags,but I just didn't seem to comprehend it.

I gently place my hands against his chest,looking up at him.
"Wanna stay here a bit longer?"

"Of course," he says, a small smile playing on his lips,as we both take a seat,down on the ground .

We sit beside each other in silence,my hand still holding on to his tightly,as he runs his thumb across the top of mine,making my stomach flutter every now and then. I can't believe, that he still has this effect on me...Every single time...But,I wasn't going complain,since I knew deep down that I enjoyed it.

God,what was this curly headed boy doing to me?