I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

A backstabbing bestfriend, an abusive ex-boyfriend, a secret keeping mother, could 17 year old Evie's life be any worse? She's on the verge of falling apart until she meets Harry Styles. Even though she has no idea who he is, could he be the one to save her? Through their differences, will they ever be able to fix each other?

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19. Anywhere but Here

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Nineteen:

Anywhere But Here

March 7th, 2011

--Evie’s Point of View---

“Exactly what did you think you were doing?!” Mr. Frank’s high pitched voice rang through the whole room when I entered. He was standing up and yelling at Harry who was seating across his desk in the large, leather chair. It smelled like a doctor’s office in here and by the way Mr. Frank stared at me when I shut the door behind me, it felt like one too.

I cleared my throat and Mr. Frank motioned for me to take the seat next to Harry. Uneasily, I slowly moved closer to it and sat down quickly. I looked down at my lap, trying my best to avoid his eye contact.

“Now you both are going to tell me exactly what happened.”

I hated Mr. Frank’s demanding voice; it was actually making me quite mad. I wondered where Derek was, and what the hell our story was going to be. Realizing that this was now a prominent issue, my palms started sweating as I folded my hands. I fiddled my thumbs together, fidgeting left and right.

When Mr. Frank realized that we had both been silent for what seemed like a while, he suddenly broke it by screaming, “Okay well, let’s start off with this. Why did you physically abuse another student? And on your first day too, you are not off to a good start Mr. Styles.”

Harry still didn’t say anything and that’s when he looked to me. It was a little bit of a sympathetic expression mixed in with anxiety. I knew he was actually mentally asking me if he could tell the principal about the entire reason behind his actions. I felt shaky about the whole thing. I still hadn’t found out what mum wanted to talk to me about, and I felt like if she knew about this she would just push it back further in her plans. I knew what she had to talk to me about was important, and I didn’t want this whole situation to get in the way of that.

Instantly, I shook my head no at Harry, but not so subtle that Mr. Frank noticed. Harry bowed his head down, understandingly and turned to the principal. In an awkward voice he said, “Um well . . . basically . . . ehm, I think you should know that I have tourette’s.”

I smacked my head with my hand. Was that the best he could do? I feel like everything is going to go downhill from here.

Mr. Frank widened his eyes; he was probably as shocked as I was at this point. “Oh. I’m . . . I’m so sorry, Mr. Styles. We haven’t received your medical records yet, but you should have told us. Are you all right now?”

I was still in shock myself that Mr. Frank actually believed him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he said lowly. He then flashed Mr. Frank a small smile being the cheeky boy that he is.

“Well then, that changes things a bit. But it still doesn’t explain why you were impersonating a French foreign exchange student.” He then pointed a finger at him and resumed his stern tone.

Harry laid back in the chair, becoming more comfortable and he was even daring enough to prop his feet on the principal’s desk, lounging back as he replied, “Because French is the only other language I know how to speak.”

I can’t believe he just said that. He was milking it now and I knew it. He probably figured he was eventually going to get expelled or kicked out, so why not have fun with the whole thing. But with me, it was a whole different story. I wanted to get through this whole thing with at least a little dignity . . . I looked back at Harry. He turned his head to me and grinned widely. Okay, maybe I had already lost my dignity but at least not my chances of earning a scholarship.

Mr. Frank brought his hand up to his temples and massaged them. He closed his eyes and groaned, he was obviously getting frustrated here. I slouched and slumped in my seat, trying to be as invisible as possible. He hadn’t noticed or acknowledged me fully yet, so I was hoping I could get out of here before my chances of having a good rest of the school year are ruined.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly and turned his gaze to me. Oh God, I could feel my cheeks getting hot. He pointed his nasty finger at me now. “And you, I know you have something to do with all of this.”

I pulled myself up to sit more proper and looked back at him. “I can’t help that the Tourette boy fancies me.”

I actually couldn’t believe the words before they were even out of my mouth. I figured though, Mr. Frank had nothing against me. Other than the fact that I was the subject that started the whole fight, that he doesn’t know about, I’ve done nothing except be accused and some horrid victim.

I saw Harry from my peripheral vision but I didn’t turn to him. I knew he was looking back at me and he stuck his tongue out for effect and raised his eyebrows. Mr. Frank exchanged looks between us both and I just sighed.

“All right, Evangeline go back to class.” I cringed at the sound of my full name rolling off Mr. Frank’s tongue but gladly, did as he said. I jumped up from my spot in the comfy chair and turned on my heel as I sprinted to get to the door.

I turned the knob quickly and took a deep breath as I got out to the hallway. I was in such a rush that I hadn’t noticed I bumped into someone. I muttered a ‘sorry’ under my breath and looked up.

Oh, God.

---Harry’s Point of View---

I inhaled shakily and let out my breath loudly. I was annoyed, tired, and quite hungry. Why did school even start this early? Is there really a purpose to try and lecture kids when they’re half dead because it’s so bloody early? I’d never understand school.

As soon as Evie left, I was alone with the principal. He seemed intimidating enough with his bald head, thin glasses and plump frame. I shuddered. I wanted to get out of this place, since the real reason I came here had been shot out completely. I couldn’t believe this. I came here to get the truth out to at least a teacher about that dick and I’ve done nothing but lie.

I know Evie doesn’t want me to tell anybody about what happened for whatever reason, but I only want what’s best for her. And honestly, I don’t think all these lies are. Someone needed to know the truth so that dick could leave the school and Evie would be safe.

“Um, can I tell you something?” I asked in a serious tone.

“Please,” he urged me.

“I don’t actually have a disease,” I admitted, starting to go on a spiral confession.

“After I saw you flirting with the girl, I figured as much,” he said, walking back behind his desk to take a seat. Then he continued; “Now why don’t you tell me the real reason behind your actions, Mr. Styles? If that’s even your name,” he judged, raising his eyebrows at me. I laughed to myself, he was quite gullible for a principal.

“Actually my name’s Harry.”

Wait what was I doing? I needed to stop going off on a tangent and get the real, full story out and if I wanted this guy to listen to me I should probably quit being cheeky. “But that’s not important,” I added, starting with my story. “What is important is that, that Derek kid, he’s violent.”

Mr. Frank lied back in his seat, crossing his arms spitefully. “And you’re one to talk?”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No, no you don’t understand. He’s . . . he’s abusive and Evie didn’t want me to tell anybody but I have to. I don’t want that kid to be around her, he’s dangerous and should at least be . . . at least be expelled. Didn’t you see those marks on her face and arm? They’re from him and I know just because he did that I shouldn’t have started a fight with him today and I’m sorry. But please for her safety, will you do something?” The anxiety in my voice was building with every word and I was trying hard not to shake as I spoke.

Mr. Frank sat up and leaned forward towards me, a serious expression slapped across his face. He licked his lips and looked in my eyes, “Are you telling the truth?” his voice was just above a whisper.

I nodded my head furiously. “Every word, sir I swear.”

He darted his eyes off of me and looked all around the room, in search for something to say. I could tell that he was thinking and I was just silently hoping that all of this would be over soon.

Mr. Frank quickly returned his gaze to me as he questioned again, “If you are then why didn’t she just come to me, herself?”

I sighed, “I told you, she doesn’t want anyone to know. She’s probably embarrassed or scared. But I know that I couldn’t go through all of this and not tell somebody, knowing about his motives.” I shook my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I see.” His voice seemed calm but the worry was all in his tired eyes. “Well, I’ll have to call him in here and see what he has to say.”

I nod, understandingly and sigh heavily. I look over to my right side and spot my giant black backpack. I bend down to get it, heaving it over one shoulder. I stand up, making my way for the door when Mr. Frank’s voice stops me in my tracks.

“Stay,” he beckons. I turn on my heel and sit myself right back down and drop my backpack to its previous place on the floor and stare at it as he gets up to walk into the hallway.

---Evie’s Point of View—

“What are you doing?” I ask trying hard not to make my voice shake. I couldn’t let him know that I was scared out of my mind right now or who knows what would happen. I looked from him to the ground, keeping my stare intently on the white tile. It’s amazing how fascinating it was to me now.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m putting ice on my nearly broken nose, thanks to your little boyfriend,” he spat at me.

“Derek, what is your problem?” I knew I was crossing a huge line and taking a gigantic risk by asking that, since I had no idea how he would react, but I desperately craved answers. Why was he like this now? Of the entirety of the almost two years we’ve been together, he would never place a hand on me. I always thought that he was so gentle and loving, but God was I way off.

He had an ice cold look in his brown eyes as he shot me a dirty look. He calmed it, toning it down a bit as he said, “You. You’re my problem. You’re always going to be my problem.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I inquired, confused. Was he telling me that it was my fault that he hurt me?

Now that I think about it, maybe it was. I was the one who yelled at him first that night, and I did agree to go out with him that night in the first place. Oh my God, I’m such an idiot. I probably angered him a lot after I shouted at him.

But then again, he didn’t have to hit me to tell me that he wanted me to shut up. I didn’t think I deserved that. But still, I questioned everything about Derek. He wasn’t the boy I thought he was.

“I still want you, Evie.”

I cringed at his words. He was the last thing I wanted anymore. I was sick of him, done with all of his bullshit and lies and misleading actions. He already hit me once, how could I be so sure that he wouldn’t again? In fact, I definitely knew that he would again. He clearly had some anger management issues going on with him and that caused me to give him a pity look in exchange.

Besides, I was with Harry now and I really, really liked him. Derek was so out of the picture now that I wish he would stay completely out of my life. He was despicable to me but that was fine. Because I knew that Harry was so much better. Thinking about it, I realize he has a lot of qualities about him that I just love and he’s really anything and everything that I could ask for. I was definitely falling for him. Hard.

I still had no response for Derek. I could only shake my head and purse my lips. “I’m—I’m sorry Derek”—not really—“but you broke up with me in first place and . . . I think we should stay that way. Everything happens for a reason, right?” I stop myself from saying anything more and gesture up to his bruised nose, raising my eyebrows.

Just about when he starts to say something, the door to the principal’s office flies open. It makes a loud noise against the white wall and jolts us both. I turn my head to see Mr. Frank’s head popping out, gesturing for Derek and luring him inside. Derek detaches himself from the set of lockers he had been leaning against and slowly walks forward, the icepack still pressed to his face.

I watched as the door quickly creaked shut and stared at the wood. I had been having a weird couple of weeks. Just when I’m about to return back to reality and sulk back to class, the creaking returns and the doorknob hitches down. Out comes the brunette curly haired boy with the black jacket and matching black backpack. Harry.

He walked over to me and I took a few steps closer as well. I looked up at him for a minute and then asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” he said, looking back down at me.

“What did he say to you?” I urged on, wanting to know what the hell went on in there.

Digging in his backpack with his left hand, he found his grey beanie and placed it upon his head messily, getting his hair out of his face. “Let me take you somewhere and I’ll explain everything.”

I laughed, assuming he wasn’t being serious right now and sarcastically remarked, “Yeah, okay. Come on, come back to math with me.” I reached over and tugged on his arm, attempting to drag him in the opposite direction, when he spun me back around.

“No, really.” He looked deeply into my eyes and I knew that he meant it.

“Harry, unlike you I’m not a superstar and I actually have to, you know, go to class,” I insinuated.

“You think I’m a superstar?” he flashed his flawless smile.

I blushed. “Well you are, aren’t you?” I retorted, staring at the ground instantly.

He then tugged on my arm and whined, “Will one day really make that much of a difference?”

He was right, everything was falling apart, basically and at this point I had nothing to lose. I accepted his offer and we were out the door, making our way to really anywhere but here.

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Nineteen:

Anywhere But Here

March 7th, 2011

--Evie’s Point of View---

“Exactly what did you think you were doing?!” Mr. Frank’s high pitched voice rang through the whole room when I entered. He was standing up and yelling at Harry who was seating across his desk in the large, leather chair. It smelled like a doctor’s office in here and by the way Mr. Frank stared at me when I shut the door behind me, it felt like one too.

I cleared my throat and Mr. Frank motioned for me to take the seat next to Harry. Uneasily, I slowly moved closer to it and sat down quickly. I looked down at my lap, trying my best to avoid his eye contact.

“Now you both are going to tell me exactly what happened.”

I hated Mr. Frank’s demanding voice; it was actually making me quite mad. I wondered where Derek was, and what the hell our story was going to be. Realizing that this was now a prominent issue, my palms started sweating as I folded my hands. I fiddled my thumbs together, fidgeting left and right.

When Mr. Frank realized that we had both been silent for what seemed like a while, he suddenly broke it by screaming, “Okay well, let’s start off with this. Why did you physically abuse another student? And on your first day too, you are not off to a good start Mr. Styles.”

Harry still didn’t say anything and that’s when he looked to me. It was a little bit of a sympathetic expression mixed in with anxiety. I knew he was actually mentally asking me if he could tell the principal about the entire reason behind his actions. I felt shaky about the whole thing. I still hadn’t found out what mum wanted to talk to me about, and I felt like if she knew about this she would just push it back further in her plans. I knew what she had to talk to me about was important, and I didn’t want this whole situation to get in the way of that.

Instantly, I shook my head no at Harry, but not so subtle that Mr. Frank noticed. Harry bowed his head down, understandingly and turned to the principal. In an awkward voice he said, “Um well . . . basically . . . ehm, I think you should know that I have tourette’s.”

I smacked my head with my hand. Was that the best he could do? I feel like everything is going to go downhill from here.

Mr. Frank widened his eyes; he was probably as shocked as I was at this point. “Oh. I’m . . . I’m so sorry, Mr. Styles. We haven’t received your medical records yet, but you should have told us. Are you all right now?”

I was still in shock myself that Mr. Frank actually believed him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he said lowly. He then flashed Mr. Frank a small smile being the cheeky boy that he is.

“Well then, that changes things a bit. But it still doesn’t explain why you were impersonating a French foreign exchange student.” He then pointed a finger at him and resumed his stern tone.

Harry laid back in the chair, becoming more comfortable and he was even daring enough to prop his feet on the principal’s desk, lounging back as he replied, “Because French is the only other language I know how to speak.”

I can’t believe he just said that. He was milking it now and I knew it. He probably figured he was eventually going to get expelled or kicked out, so why not have fun with the whole thing. But with me, it was a whole different story. I wanted to get through this whole thing with at least a little dignity . . . I looked back at Harry. He turned his head to me and grinned widely. Okay, maybe I had already lost my dignity but at least not my chances of earning a scholarship.

Mr. Frank brought his hand up to his temples and massaged them. He closed his eyes and groaned, he was obviously getting frustrated here. I slouched and slumped in my seat, trying to be as invisible as possible. He hadn’t noticed or acknowledged me fully yet, so I was hoping I could get out of here before my chances of having a good rest of the school year are ruined.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly and turned his gaze to me. Oh God, I could feel my cheeks getting hot. He pointed his nasty finger at me now. “And you, I know you have something to do with all of this.”

I pulled myself up to sit more proper and looked back at him. “I can’t help that the Tourette boy fancies me.”

I actually couldn’t believe the words before they were even out of my mouth. I figured though, Mr. Frank had nothing against me. Other than the fact that I was the subject that started the whole fight, that he doesn’t know about, I’ve done nothing except be accused and some horrid victim.

I saw Harry from my peripheral vision but I didn’t turn to him. I knew he was looking back at me and he stuck his tongue out for effect and raised his eyebrows. Mr. Frank exchanged looks between us both and I just sighed.

“All right, Evangeline go back to class.” I cringed at the sound of my full name rolling off Mr. Frank’s tongue but gladly, did as he said. I jumped up from my spot in the comfy chair and turned on my heel as I sprinted to get to the door.

I turned the knob quickly and took a deep breath as I got out to the hallway. I was in such a rush that I hadn’t noticed I bumped into someone. I muttered a ‘sorry’ under my breath and looked up.

Oh, God.

---Harry’s Point of View---

I inhaled shakily and let out my breath loudly. I was annoyed, tired, and quite hungry. Why did school even start this early? Is there really a purpose to try and lecture kids when they’re half dead because it’s so bloody early? I’d never understand school.

As soon as Evie left, I was alone with the principal. He seemed intimidating enough with his bald head, thin glasses and plump frame. I shuddered. I wanted to get out of this place, since the real reason I came here had been shot out completely. I couldn’t believe this. I came here to get the truth out to at least a teacher about that dick and I’ve done nothing but lie.

I know Evie doesn’t want me to tell anybody about what happened for whatever reason, but I only want what’s best for her. And honestly, I don’t think all these lies are. Someone needed to know the truth so that dick could leave the school and Evie would be safe.

“Um, can I tell you something?” I asked in a serious tone.

“Please,” he urged me.

“I don’t actually have a disease,” I admitted, starting to go on a spiral confession.

“After I saw you flirting with the girl, I figured as much,” he said, walking back behind his desk to take a seat. Then he continued; “Now why don’t you tell me the real reason behind your actions, Mr. Styles? If that’s even your name,” he judged, raising his eyebrows at me. I laughed to myself, he was quite gullible for a principal.

“Actually my name’s Harry.”

Wait what was I doing? I needed to stop going off on a tangent and get the real, full story out and if I wanted this guy to listen to me I should probably quit being cheeky. “But that’s not important,” I added, starting with my story. “What is important is that, that Derek kid, he’s violent.”

Mr. Frank lied back in his seat, crossing his arms spitefully. “And you’re one to talk?”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No, no you don’t understand. He’s . . . he’s abusive and Evie didn’t want me to tell anybody but I have to. I don’t want that kid to be around her, he’s dangerous and should at least be . . . at least be expelled. Didn’t you see those marks on her face and arm? They’re from him and I know just because he did that I shouldn’t have started a fight with him today and I’m sorry. But please for her safety, will you do something?” The anxiety in my voice was building with every word and I was trying hard not to shake as I spoke.

Mr. Frank sat up and leaned forward towards me, a serious expression slapped across his face. He licked his lips and looked in my eyes, “Are you telling the truth?” his voice was just above a whisper.

I nodded my head furiously. “Every word, sir I swear.”

He darted his eyes off of me and looked all around the room, in search for something to say. I could tell that he was thinking and I was just silently hoping that all of this would be over soon.

Mr. Frank quickly returned his gaze to me as he questioned again, “If you are then why didn’t she just come to me, herself?”

I sighed, “I told you, she doesn’t want anyone to know. She’s probably embarrassed or scared. But I know that I couldn’t go through all of this and not tell somebody, knowing about his motives.” I shook my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I see.” His voice seemed calm but the worry was all in his tired eyes. “Well, I’ll have to call him in here and see what he has to say.”

I nod, understandingly and sigh heavily. I look over to my right side and spot my giant black backpack. I bend down to get it, heaving it over one shoulder. I stand up, making my way for the door when Mr. Frank’s voice stops me in my tracks.

“Stay,” he beckons. I turn on my heel and sit myself right back down and drop my backpack to its previous place on the floor and stare at it as he gets up to walk into the hallway.

---Evie’s Point of View—

“What are you doing?” I ask trying hard not to make my voice shake. I couldn’t let him know that I was scared out of my mind right now or who knows what would happen. I looked from him to the ground, keeping my stare intently on the white tile. It’s amazing how fascinating it was to me now.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m putting ice on my nearly broken nose, thanks to your little boyfriend,” he spat at me.

“Derek, what is your problem?” I knew I was crossing a huge line and taking a gigantic risk by asking that, since I had no idea how he would react, but I desperately craved answers. Why was he like this now? Of the entirety of the almost two years we’ve been together, he would never place a hand on me. I always thought that he was so gentle and loving, but God was I way off.

He had an ice cold look in his brown eyes as he shot me a dirty look. He calmed it, toning it down a bit as he said, “You. You’re my problem. You’re always going to be my problem.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I inquired, confused. Was he telling me that it was my fault that he hurt me?

Now that I think about it, maybe it was. I was the one who yelled at him first that night, and I did agree to go out with him that night in the first place. Oh my God, I’m such an idiot. I probably angered him a lot after I shouted at him.

But then again, he didn’t have to hit me to tell me that he wanted me to shut up. I didn’t think I deserved that. But still, I questioned everything about Derek. He wasn’t the boy I thought he was.

“I still want you, Evie.”

I cringed at his words. He was the last thing I wanted anymore. I was sick of him, done with all of his bullshit and lies and misleading actions. He already hit me once, how could I be so sure that he wouldn’t again? In fact, I definitely knew that he would again. He clearly had some anger management issues going on with him and that caused me to give him a pity look in exchange.

Besides, I was with Harry now and I really, really liked him. Derek was so out of the picture now that I wish he would stay completely out of my life. He was despicable to me but that was fine. Because I knew that Harry was so much better. Thinking about it, I realize he has a lot of qualities about him that I just love and he’s really anything and everything that I could ask for. I was definitely falling for him. Hard.

I still had no response for Derek. I could only shake my head and purse my lips. “I’m—I’m sorry Derek”—not really—“but you broke up with me in first place and . . . I think we should stay that way. Everything happens for a reason, right?” I stop myself from saying anything more and gesture up to his bruised nose, raising my eyebrows.

Just about when he starts to say something, the door to the principal’s office flies open. It makes a loud noise against the white wall and jolts us both. I turn my head to see Mr. Frank’s head popping out, gesturing for Derek and luring him inside. Derek detaches himself from the set of lockers he had been leaning against and slowly walks forward, the icepack still pressed to his face.

I watched as the door quickly creaked shut and stared at the wood. I had been having a weird couple of weeks. Just when I’m about to return back to reality and sulk back to class, the creaking returns and the doorknob hitches down. Out comes the brunette curly haired boy with the black jacket and matching black backpack. Harry.

He walked over to me and I took a few steps closer as well. I looked up at him for a minute and then asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” he said, looking back down at me.

“What did he say to you?” I urged on, wanting to know what the hell went on in there.

Digging in his backpack with his left hand, he found his grey beanie and placed it upon his head messily, getting his hair out of his face. “Let me take you somewhere and I’ll explain everything.”

I laughed, assuming he wasn’t being serious right now and sarcastically remarked, “Yeah, okay. Come on, come back to math with me.” I reached over and tugged on his arm, attempting to drag him in the opposite direction, when he spun me back around.

“No, really.” He looked deeply into my eyes and I knew that he meant it.

“Harry, unlike you I’m not a superstar and I actually have to, you know, go to class,” I insinuated.

“You think I’m a superstar?” he flashed his flawless smile.

I blushed. “Well you are, aren’t you?” I retorted, staring at the ground instantly.

He then tugged on my arm and whined, “Will one day really make that much of a difference?”

He was right, everything was falling apart, basically and at this point I had nothing to lose. I accepted his offer and we were out the door, making our way to really anywhere but here.

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