A/N = My boyfriends grandfather has been cremated, hopefully things will get better now. ;)
Disclaimer: Still not owning Mcfly. Would really like to say I owned Tom 3 , or Dougie... xD But I don't :'(
Chapter 9
Dougie's pov
I didn't want to be so quiet. I wanted to be social and friendly, and to become friends with my new roommates. I wanted to start a new life, where I was happy surrounded by people who loved me and cared about me. But I just couldn't get myself to say anything. The whole time I felt worried, a bit sick and fearful.
In the beginning I shook their hands and introduced myself friendly and pretended I was excited. But I couldn't keep the fake happiness up for more then half an hour. The others seemed really nice, I liked Tom in particular, he was really polite and friendly. Danny and Evelyn seemed nice too, Laryssa I wasn't so sure about yet. She was pretty, but so was Evelyn. Laryssa seemed a bit controling, bossy.
But I couldn't make myself join in the conversations when we seated ourselves on the couch. I made sure I sat next to Harry, with him I felt safe. I was happy too that Tom was the one who sat on the other side.
Them five seemed to get along quite well, they were chatting and having fun, so it seemed at least. I wanted to join in with the fun, I wanted to feel happy and free as well, but I couldn't ignore the anxiety that was creeping up inside me, making my stomach ache. I actually flinched a few times when Tom merely brushed his arm against mine. Harry noticed, after we switched places he gently rubbed me over my arm a few times, trying to comfort me. The fear in my stomach kept increasing, almost blinding me, I completely zoned out, unaware of the conversation the others were having. My mind kept on going over the things that happened only two days ago. I kept hearing my father barking at me, the sounds of his hand colliding with my skin, my cries of pain. I could feel the pain, the tears, when he hit me with his bare hands, over and over again. I could hear my pleads begging him to stop, and his laughter at my weakness, when he climbed on top of me, holding me down. When he touched me and hurted me, getting his lower half excited. He never got further than just touching, but even just that was very very embarrassing. This was the part I didn't tell Harry. This was the part that didn't happen a lot, but hurt me the most.
I started shaking, and almost cried out when Harry gave me a gentle push, almost as if waking me up. I looked at him startled, and he gave me a sad knowing smile. He took my hand and got off. I looked at him puzzled, not having followed the conversation.
'You want to unpack our suitcases in our room?' He asked me patiently, but worry glinted in his eyes. I merely nodded and followed him quietly, feeling everyone else's eyes on my back.
Harry guided me to the room, and closed the door behind. I stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with myself. Harry turned back around, to face me. Worry was on his face when he stepped closer to me. I didn't move, just stood there.
'What is wrong, Dougie?' He asked softly, halting when he was really close to me. Towering over me, I felt even small and more useless.
'Maybe I should go back.' I said, my lip trembling.
'To your father... You're not serious are you?' He asked me shocked. I looked up at him with big puppy eyes.
'If I go back now... He won't kill me. If I don't go back now and he finds me...' I didn't want to finish that thought. Didn't need to either, Harry got my drift.
'Oh Dougie,' He said, stepping even closer, gently stroking my upper arm.
'He won't find you. You don't have to go back to him. You're safe her. Amongst friends.' He tried to convince me, but I just looked at him unbelieving, tears forming in my eyes. I blinked, pushing them back.
'No, Harry, he will find me. You don't know him. He will probably be looking for me already. He's very possessive. And if he finds me..... If I go back now he will flip but at least I'll probably survive.' I said, fear was eating away at me. Harry looked at me with sad but determined eyes.
'I won't let you go back to him, Dougie. You've been through enough. He won't find you, I swear, and if he does I'll be here to protect you from him.' He said honest, staring into my eyes intently. I stared back in his blue big eyes, feeling the tears well up again. I couldn't say anything, I just kept on staring at him with watering eyes, while trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat away. Harry pulled me in for a hug, I tried to fight the tears, but they were rolling over my cheaks merciless.
'What if he finds me, Harry? He'll kill me. Why can't he just love me...' I choked out between sobs.
'shh.'
'What am I supposed to do? I can't go back. What if...'
'Dougie, it's gonna be alright...' Harry gently rubbed circles over my back, I kept quiet then, and just let my tears fall, soaking Harry's shirt. I don't know how long we stood there, but after a while my tears dried. I still felt terrible though.
'I'm so sorry Harry. You must think I'm incredibly weak.' I said, pulling back shyly. Harry shook his head.
'No Dougie, it's alright. You're not weak, not at all.'
'I am.' I said barely audiable, I was so tired. Harry noticed, and he grabbed me by the arm, leading me to the bed.
'Why don't you undress and go to sleep?' He asked gently.
'I'll go tell the others we're going to call it an early night, I'll be right back.' He said flashing me a reassuring smile. I nodded weakly, and waited till he closed the door. I stripped down to my boxers, then got into the bed on the left. Harry came back in not much later, wishing me goodnight. The crying had completely wrecked me. I was asleep within seconds to the sounds of Harrys breathing on the other side of the room.
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