Love in Style

Ally is not your average eighteen year old girl. She loves watching chick flicks, hanging out with friends, but her past is haunting. But when she meets Harry Styles, her life completely changes. They instantly fall in love. But when someone gets in the way of their love, what will happen? What will happen when Harry finds out all her dirty little secrets? And what will happen when Ally is ill? Will the saying 'till death do us part' actually come true? *COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY BOOK*

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17. Secrets and her past

*ALLYS POV* I sat on my couch watching the news when Harry texted me, "Hey we need to talk." I was a little confused by the text so I reply back, "About what?" He instantly texts back, "We'll talk about it at your place. I'm on my way." I turn off the tv and try to think things through. Why did he suddenly need to talk about something and not tell me what is going on? I shake my head of the thoughts when I hear the doorbell. I walk over, knowing its Harry, and open the door. He looks upset and angry. He walks in, not saying anything. I follow him in the living room and watch what he does. He paces the floor a little bit, making me very nervous. I finally break the never ending silence, "Is something wrong Harry?" He stops in his tracks and whips his head towards me, "Yeah there is Ally! Why are you keeping secrets from me?" I step back in shock, "What secrets?" He steps closer to me, looking more mad, "Eleanor said something about your past and I didn't know what she was talking about! What you care to explain?" It feels like a big punch in the stomach, knocking all the breath out of me. I finally can take a breath, "I didn't want to tell you about my past Harry. It's too much." He looks at me with pure anger on his face, making me shed a tear, "SO YOU THINK THAT'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND?! DON'T YOU THINK WE SHOULD KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER ALLY?!" Him yelling at me makes me break down in tears. I look up at him, "Fine. I'll tell you." I told him everything, from my father beating me and my parents dying to my last boyfriend Jake who cheated on me. At the end I revealed my cuts, "See these! This is what my whole fucking life makes me do! Oh yeah! I also smoke too! And lets not forget the tattoo i got of Jake's name thats on my boob! I'm not the perfect girlfriend right? Know do you see why I kept all this shit from you?" By the end I was on the floor with my head in my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I just told him my deepest darkest secrets that I never wanted to tell him. I finally look up and his face isn't anger now, it's sadness. A single tears falls down his cheek, followed by another. He starts walking to the door. I yell towards him, "Harry? Where are you going?" He opens the door and turns around, revealing his sad struck face, "I need some time to think things through. Goodbye Ally." He shuts the door behind him, leaving me on the floor, broken hearted. I sob more, screaming and yelling. I stand up and run towards the door. I open it up and see Harry driving off in his car. I run in the yard, "HARRY?! NO! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE! IM SORRY!" When he is out of sight, I fall to the cold ground. I yell to the sky, cursing his name. I sob some more, leaving my face cold and wet. I finally get up and go inside. I go in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Eyes red from crying, face stained with ruined makeup and tears, my hair full of leaves and grass, and worst of all, the eyes that used to shine, aren't there anymore. I hate that face. I hate that girl who is in the mirror. I clench my fists, turning my knuckles white. I scream and punch the mirror, shattering the glass. I cry some more, some of pain but mostly of heart break. My fists covered in blood, and the mirror shattered. Glass is everywhere and blood drips onto the tile. I wash the blood off and wrap it up. I walk outside where I cry some more. I take out a cigarette and light it. I smoke it some until I get an idea. I take the lit end and press it against my wrist, burning the scars. The pain pleasures me, leaving me with a evil smirk on my face. After leaving many burns on my skin, I finally stop. I go inside and go to bed, crying myself to sleep.
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