He shook his curls, dragging his fingers through them. He seemed hurt by what had just happened.
"We aren't very close. Basically, mum and dad split up and we blame it on each other. I know it's not really either of our faults but there's nothing I can do. I miss my dad." Once the truth was out, he began to cry. I missed my mum, so I knew how he felt.
"I miss my mum. She died of an incurable disease. My dad's remarried but I hate my step-mum. I'd give anything to have my real mum back." I'd never been able to say that out loud before. So it made me a bit emotional to be able to say it finally. With Harry everything that I once thought I could never say would just come out naturally. He put his arm around me, taking me into what seemed to be his living room. It was lovely and cozy; it felt like my home already. I felt I belonged here and that had never happened before. I took a seat in the middle of the sofa and Harry took the seat beside me. I rested my head on his chest and stretched out, taking up the other end of the sofa.
"Take it your comfy then?" He joked, smirking at me.
"Actually, I'm very comfy." I grinned at him, I felt ridiculously happy. He stroked my hair, flicking the TV on. He chucked the controls on the chair on the other side of the room.
"I um..." He trailed off, unable to say what was on his mind. He'd done it before, he could do it again.
"Go on, tell me." I urged him on. It didn't seem like bad news that he wanted to tell me.
"When I first met you, I was amazed... I'd never seen anybody like you. You're always so sweet and caring. Well, apart from with Mel but I understand that. I think you're incredible and I feel like I've known you for so long already. You're pretty much the girl I've been waiting for. Will you be my girlfriend?" In all fairness, I'd so desperately been waiting for him to ask me that. Considering I'd been thinking the exact same about him, apart from the Mel bit.
"Of course I will, Mr. Styles." I winked at him, then he planted his soft lips on top of mine. Pulling onto his knee, we got a bit carried away. He lifted my top up just above my belly, I winced. His eyes flung open and went straight to where he'd just touched.
"Lola, what the hell? How did that happen?" He stared down at the huge purple bruise on my side. I wouldn't tell him. I just couldn't.
I didn't know how to respond, I wanted so desperately to tell him but I couldn't.
"I just fell over that's all. Nothing serious." I couldn't manage to look at him. Meaning that was the most unconvincing I'd ever been. I flipped my mobile around in my hands.
"Lola, don't lie to me please. What's happened?" He was trying to get it out of me by making me feel guilty. Things don't work as easily as that, he should've known that.
"Nothing, seriously. Just drop it!" I started to raise my voice. Getting peeved with his persistence.
"No, what's happened? Just tell me." He was pleading me, giving me puppy dog eyes. I got up off the sofa and walked away from him. "Oh, come on Lola. I'm just worried about you." He was still trying to get it out of me, no matter how he tried to cover it up.
"Still not giving up then?" I opened his front door, slamming it behind me. Following me outside, he held onto my shoulder, making me stop.
"Lola. Dear god, just tell me what's happened!" He shouted at me. For the first time ever, he'd shouted at me. As much as it had hurt me, I wouldn't let him see it.
"NO! JUST PISS OFF!" I screamed back at him. I was getting sick of him asking, I couldn't say yet he kept going on and on. He looked so hurt but I couldn't stay. He'd just keep trying and I knew he would. I ran away from him. I was scared; I didn't want him to find out. I didn't want him to get hurt by her as well. I ran off down the street, not stopping until I got home. I stayed outside for a while as a cold wind blew my hair in my face, making me shiver. I got my breathe back and snuck inside. I didn't want anybody to hear that I'd entered. I crept up the stairs and ran too my room. Locking it from the inside so nobody else could get in. I slid down my door, crashing to the floor at the bottom. I huddled into myself, crying into my knees. I hated arguing with people. Especially when it came to Harry. I cried quietly to myself. Somebody knocked on my door.
"Who is it?" I asked; steadying my voice.
"It's me." Dad replied through the door. I couldn't of been happier that it was him. I unlocked my door, opening it wide enough for him to come in. I wouldn't tell him about Denise now, she was in the house and it wasn't worth it. "What's wrong Lo?" Dad asked, looking at me. He'd never seen me this hurt since mum had died. The only times I'd ever cried this bad was when he'd never believed me. Even when I told him the truth.
"It's nothing. Just had a little argument with someone." I wasn't exactly lying to him. Apart from the fact it was something. Well, someone.
"Come on, don't lie to me. Tell your old dad what's really wrong. A boy maybe?" He read me like a book. I was too upset to be even the slightest bit convincing. Having a chat about boys with my own dad, would just be plain awkward. Not to mention weird.
"Might be one but um, can we not talk about it? No offence, it's just not really a thing father's and daughters tend to discuss..." I trailed off. I didn't say any of it meanly, I said it in a half joking tone. Just to make sure I didn't hurt his feelings.
"Well, ok. If you need me for anything, just come down and ask." He got up off my bed, we hugged each other briefly. Then he left my room. Finally, I was alone again. I put the lock back on my door. I gazed out my window, just to see darkness. Our outside lights only brightened up certain areas. The only thing visible was the stars. Nothing else was at this time of night. It was 8pm. The day was dragging so much. I kind of wanted it to be over. I unlocked my window's that led out onto the balcony. I stepped outside and the cold, fresh air hit me. Violently shivering, I grabbed my jacket off my bed post. I already had my slippers on; I'd be warm enough the way I was. I fell back onto the chair that was there and peered up at the stars. I tended to do this in order to think and forget about things. Only Harry was on my mind, something I didn't plan on forgetting.