You're Perfect to Me

Desirai Monroe(Dessi) has always had a pretty bad life. At the age of 4, her father started abusing her. At the age of 13, her father killed her mother right in front of her. He was arrested for child abuse when she was 14. Nobody knew about the murder of her mother. He made it look like a suicide, and everyone believed it. He was imprisoned for 5 years and Dessi went into a foster care until she met her boyfriend Travis, and moved in with him. Not long after that, she discovered he was her worst nightmare. Once she escapes she meets five of the most famous in the world. Will they be able to help her?
(Recommended age: 14+)


9. Awkward Silence



~Dessi's POV~

I'm crazy. I feel like a total monster. What have I done to myself? I'm so scared of myself. I’m pathetic.

Liam and I carried my packed bags to the tour bus outside. Neither one of us talked; I supposed we were both still in shock. No one seemed to notice any change in our behavior, though. I felt so socially awkward.

~Liam's POV~

We got into the tour bus and got comfortable. Dessi and I got the bunk farthest to the back of the bus. She obviously needs some emotional support right now, so I will most likely be sleeping in her bunk. It's hard to explain how I feel about all this, but I will help her through this.

"Dude.. Are you okay?" Louis asked me. "Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine."

"Very funny, Liam." Louis sat down next to me. "I'm not stupid. What's wrong?"

"I can't-" I sighed. "I can't say." "Okay, I guess.. But you and Dessi are acting really weird.." He gasped. "Oh my god! Did you guys have a fight?! Did you get her pregnant?!" He started freaking out. "Louis! No! No! Oh my god, no!" I yelled at him. He laughed a little. "Okay, well if you ever want to talk, I'm always here, man" He patted my back, got up and walked over to Harry. Well that was awkward..

~Harry's POV~

It had been a while since we got on the tour bus. It was just starting to get dark. Louis was car sick and has been in the bathroom for the past hour. Liam and Dessi still seemed a bit shy for some reason, Mel and Niall were giggling about some stupid inside joke, and Zayn was on twitter. I decided to go talk to Dessi and see how she was doing.

"Hey love, what's up?" I said as I walked up to her. She jumped, startled. "Oh, hi. I'm just thinking." She said quietly. "About?" I asked. She seemed troubled. "Nothing, just my old life." She told me. I sat down next to her on her bunk and put an arm around her. "Don't think about that," I whispered to her. "It's over. He won't get you."

She pushed me away and hugged her knees. "You don't know that Harry. You don't know him. He always gets what he wants." She looked like she was going to cry. "He'll find me."

"Desirai, no he won't, I promise." I tried to hug her but she pushed me away again and got up. She started to walk away and I grabbed her wrist. "Dessi.." She yelped a little when I grabbed her wrist and she yanked it away. She looked at me as if I just hurt her. "Dessi?" I asked concerned. 

"U-um.." She stuttered. "I have to go." She hurried away towards the front of the bus where Liam was sitting. What was wrong with her? Did I say something wrong? Maybe she doesn't like her wrists being touched either? I have no idea. Everyone knows that her cheeks are sensitive and that anyone that touched them would be guaranteed a bitch slap.. But her wrists?

~Dessi's POV~

Oh my god, did that hurt! I felt bad for making Harry feel like shit. I could see it in his eyes, he was concerned. He almost seemed scared.. But of what? Of me?! My heart hurt and my stomach was queasy. A sleeve could hide a whole lot, and I didn’t want him to know about it.

I sat next to Liam and looked up at him. He stared at me, his brown eyes mesmerizing me, staring with concern. I looked around to see if anyone was within hearing range. All clear. Harry was staring at me even though I was sure he wouldn't hear us. I felt guilty when I looked at him.

"Liam.." I looked at my hands. "Harry grabbed my wrist, and-" "I know.. I saw." He cut me off and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around his neck, I never wanted to let go. I was scared of everything. Pictures of Harry's concerned, scared face flooded my mind. He pulled away. "Dessi, you have to be more careful.." He spoke. "Unless.. Well, you know.." 

"No, Liam, I can't tell him. I can't tell anyone." I started to shake. I couldn't bear the thought of telling anyone about my cuts. Liam sighed. "Okay.." He lifted up my chin. "You don't have to." He pulled me in and kissed me. It was soft and gentle. He pulled back but his forehead was still leaning against mine. I could feel his hot breath on my lips and cheeks. It sent a shiver down my spine. "Dessi.. You know that you'll have to tell them eventually, right?" He whispered. I leaned back, looking him in the eyes. "I don't want to.." "Dessi they have to know eventually."

I sighed and slumped back. "I know but I don't want them to." 

"You don't have to tell them now, but eventually." He took my hand and we intertwined fingers. "Okay." That's all I said. I didn’t feel like I had to say anymore. "It's getting late Dessi, let's go to bed." He stood up and led me to my bunk. Harry was no longer sitting there so that was good. It looked like everyone was in their bunk, dozing. Mel and Niall were cuddling together and quietly talking and giggling about something. We got in the bunk and he held me close. At that moment I felt safe and every bad thought in my mind washed away. 

"Dessi.." He whispered, playing with my hair. "Yeah?"

"I will keep you safe. I will make sure that he never hurts you again." He said and I believed every word.


<>Author's Note<>

Hey my beautiful lovlies! I hope you're enjoying it so far!:) Thanks for all the reads, likes and favorites! I really appreciate it. 

~Reece Michelle

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