Beautiful Pain

Teddi has been beatin, brusied and neglected by her mother ever since her dad left them. One day her mother pushes her over the edge by throwing a beer bottle at her and it smashing into the back of her left arm. Raged, she packs a bag and leaves for the ER and not planning to come back. In the parking lot she passes out and an innocent bystander to the rescue. Harry to the rescue I should say. Once Harry helps Teddi he feels a deep connection between them. He feels as though he's responsible for her. Keeping her safe is becoming one of his first priorities. Not only for a crack in the road but of her abusive mother. Will he keep her out of the harmful grasp of her own mother or will she slip away back into a dark painful life?


14. Not good suprise

Teddi's POV:

The road is so much fun. It may have it's little ups and downs, like trying to sleep when Niall farts and fills the tiny space with the fume, but other than that, it's quite alright. America. Right at this moment the tour bus is ridding on American roads. I can't believe I'm here. When we landed, I was so excited that even Louis had to tell me to calm down,  I laughed so hard at that.

I was sitting in the booth across from Zayn and next to Niall. The other boys were sitting across us, playing Xbox on the telly mounted to the wall. So far Liam  was winning and Harry was about to be out. They all took turns. Looser gave up their controller and next person got it. This time, it was Niall.

"Only three more hours." Zayn sighed, looking at his watch.

"How long have we been on the road?" I asked him. I leaned over and put my head against the wall.

"One hour." Niall told me looking back.

"We need something to do while we wait." I said to them.

"Don't worry, love." Harry said standing up. Niall took his controller and sat in his seat, Zayn moved next to me and Harry across me. That's how the system worked. "It will be all worth it in the end, but you are right, it looks as though you might die of boredom he chuckled and grabbed my hand off the table and wrapped it in his. I smiled and gazed at him.

My mind went a million miles a minute. We met in such a strange scenario. I couldn't imagine if he wasn't there when I needed him the most, even if I didn't know him yet.

"Why don't we play go fish?" I asked , just putting it out there.

"That, actually sounds fun." Harry smiled.

"Really? I was joking, I haven't played since I was little." I smiled, sheepishly and blushing. I had forgotten how to play.

"Then we have to play!" Louis shouted and jumped up as he was blown to bits. Zayn took his spot and Harry sat beside me, snaking his arm around my waist. Louis was rummaging around in his bag. A moment later he pulled out a stack of bent up old playing cards. "Here we are." he smiled. He passed them out and we each ended up with seven.

"Alright, Teddi, would you like to go first?" Louis asked.

"No, I've forgotten how to play." I giggled, embarrassed.

"Don't worry." Harry said softly in my ear, with his lips in my hair." I'll show you and you'll catch on quickly." I smiled and nodded. He looked over at Louis and smiled.

"Got any threes?" he asked him

"Nope." Louis smiled back. "Go fish." You could tell on their faces that this was a serious game and they both wanted to win. It was my turn and I asked Harry for a four, which he had, and gave it to me. Louis laughed at him, jokingly and it was game on from there. Back and forth and back and forth we went round the table, asking for possible matches. The game went so fast, we were done in under four minutes, a world record if you ask me.

In the end Harry did win and Louis pouted about it. Hours upon hours we tried to come up with new games to entertain us but we did get quite board. When we finally arrived, there were already girls outside the stadium in Rhode Island. I gasped at all of them, and they just kept on screaming. When they yelled I had to giggle, their accents were a little funny. Harry caught my eye and nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what made me laugh.

Inside the building was even more breath taking. This was huge. I just stood there and took it all in and placing my hand over the necklace that I still haven't taken off. The boys ran around the big space screaming, releasing some of the energy that was spilling over from the far too long ride. Paul eventually rounded them up and looked at his watch.

"We only have an hour and a half until the show. Boys go get hair, make up, and clothes ready. The girls are waiting for you behind stage." He shooed them away. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I loved to watch them get ready, especially Harry. The way he gets all nervous and grabs my hand for comfort and reassurance. I loved that about him, he wasn't afraid to show his nervous side.

Liam and Louis were sitting in the chairs getting their make up done while the rest of the boys got dressed. Liam's face was hilarious when Stephanie, their make up artist, put on his foundation.

"I feel like a soggy pancake." He whined. She just laughed at him and began to do his hair

"You're supposed to." she told him, "It means it's perfect." She chuckled, as did I. Niall walked in with his kaki pants and polo t-shirt all nice and crisp.

"Hello boys." he said walking in and taking a seat next to me on the couch. He had a big grin on his face and mischief in his eyes.

"Niall, what did you do?" I leaned over and asked him

"You'll see." He chuckled back. I was scared to find out, I got up and walked through the door, down the hallway and knocked on the dressing room door.

"Harry? Zayn? You guys alright?" I opened the door to find them both in their boxers. Zayn's whole face turned red and Harry burst out laughing.

"What happened to you two?" I asked them, just standing there with the door closed behind me.

"We seemed to have missed placed our clothes." Harry sighed, scanning the room. I looked at the rack where normally the clothes hung; all crisp and ready. Nothing was up there.

"Niall." I said to them.

"What?" Zayn asked me

"Niall took them. He's in the make up room." I said opening the door.

"NIALL!" Zayn shouted running down the hall. I laughed as Harry walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead.

"How do you like your new look?" I asked him with a big smile.

"I think it suites me quite nicely." He chuckled. "What do you think?" He asked.

 "Oh, I love it." I nodded, hooking my arms around his neck.

 "Really?" he asked, raising is eye brows.

 "Oh, yeah." I told him "I think it's sexy." I smirked.

Harry chuckled, "Maybe I should wear this more often." He growled, trying to act sexy, I just laughed at him

"Yeah, you should." I smiled and he kissed me softly. I still wasn't used to this. Every time his lips cam in contact with my skin in anyway I got goose bumps all over. Just the overwhelming feel of his plush lips on mine made me lost for words.

"Gotta catch me!" Niall shouted, running past the room with the boys clothes in his hands.

 "Come back here!" Zayn shouted as he passed by a second later.

"I better go help him." Harry said giving me a quick peck on the lips and ran down the hallway screaming, "Niall! Give us those!" I just chuckled and went back to the make up room and talked with Liam and Louis. I had to admit though, I did like Harry in those boxers.


After Harry and Zayn finally caught up to Niall and got their clothes back, and everyone was all prettied up by Stephanie and her team, we were only seconds away from the beginning of the show. Harry was squeezing my hand and kissing my knuckles. Thirty seconds. I just laughed at him and he looked up at me with the same weary eyes like always.

"You'll be fine. You always do amazing." I smiled and nodded. He looked at the stage that now the boys were running onto.

"Hello!" Louis began to yell and Harry gave me a quick kiss and ran with them.

"How we doin?" Liam asked the crowed. I looked onto the stage were some people on the very far right could see me. Some of them waved and I waved back.

"It is great to be in America!" Harry said and a roar came upon the building. I smiled but kinda felt a little, uneasy. Like someone was watching me. Not like the fans that I obviously knew about but didn't know their names, but like the a feeling that someone I knew was here staring me down some place I didn't know. I looked around me and only saw a couple people I recognized and Paul. Typical back stage people. Stephanie and her crew were already preparing for the two minute intermission in seventeen minutes.

I started to fiddle with the necklace, I often did when I was nervous or board; in this case, nervous.  Through out the songs I felt my stomach start to turn as if the person was getting closer. I began to pace back and forth. When the boys came back for two minute intermission, I hid any concern from my face. I don't want Harry to worry about me when he needs to focus on singing; he's already nervous enough.

Watching them run back on stage makes me have some relief that quickly sinks back in. Why am I so uneasy? I asked my self multiple times.

"Paul, do I feel warm to you?" I asked him. He placed a hard, yet light hand on my forehead and shook his head.

"Not really. You're just a little sweaty. Nervous much?" he asked folding his arms back over his chest; his usual stance.

 "A little. Do you get the feeling someone is watching us?" I asked him consciously.

"No, not really, I've gotten over that feeling because people are always staring. Just must be butterflies in you stomach. How about you go sit down?" he suggested. I nodded and took a seat on the leather couch in the main hallway, by the boys' dressing rooms. I watched them as they ran back and forth, on and off stage.

Harry would always glance at me and ask if I was alright; he knew he didn't have time to come over and consult me. I would always nod yes but every time I said yes, my head screamed louder and louder. At the end of the show, all of the fans with back stage passes came and met them. Of course they signed autographs and took pictures. I was even asked to sign stuff but I didn't have a signature, I just wrote it the way I would on my anything. Harry chuckled at it and it made me forget about my uneasiness.

Finally, when all the fans left, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought it was a straggler asking for one last picture. I turned around to only look grim in the eye.

"Hello, have a nice trip?" My mother smirked at me and tightened the grip on my shoulder.

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