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?


13. I'm Broken, Do You Hear Me?


I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Thirteen:

I'm Broken, Do You Hear Me?

February 20th, 2011

---Louis’s Point of View—

“Do you guys want to go, I’m tired?”

Zayn was practically falling asleep on the table and I was actually feeling a bit knackered as well. I agreed that we should go so everyone simultaneously stood up and collected their coats. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I looked to Harry who had a grin on his face. He was staring at his mobile so I assumed he was texting someone. I stared at him for a bit and then he turned his head up looking at me, the same grin still on his face.

I had an idea of who he was texting now and it sunk my heart a bit. I liked Evie a lot. But I knew I could never do that. Harry obviously had a huge thing for her and that would just be plain wrong. But I couldn’t help but feel this way. And from the end of tonight, I thought she may have felt the same way too. But not after she pushed that she would give Harry another chance. I knew I had to let it go then. I could see it in both of their eyes that they were meant to be. And I certainly didn’t want to be the one to stand in the way of that. I just hated myself for developing this massive crush on her.

She was smart, she had a good sense of humour, she loved to eat, she was cute, the way how she didn’t want anybody to see her as a weak person, and was generally fun to be around. Totally my type of girl. But Harry had her first and that was only fair. I’d have to just see her as one of the guys.

I sighed as I grabbed my jacket and threw it over my shoulders. I walked out of the booth over to Harry who was intently focused on his phone. I messed up his hair as Reyna walked past us. I haven’t seen Reyna in forever, I almost forgot what she was like. But after tonight I found that she was still the same bubbly, sarcastic yet enlightening Reyna. Good to see that some people never change.

Not gonna lie though, I was completely rooting for her and Liam to get back together. I think Danielle is just bad for Liam. She’s really different from him. And yeah, opposites attract and all that but not in this way. Liam was responsible and a tad bit innocent but I saw Danielle as a reckless, attention grabber but that was just me…

Anyway, Liam and Reyna seemed to be reconnecting a bit which was good. But I mean, if I were Reyna I’d be a little pissed. That was another thing I didn’t like about Danielle. How this whole thing started with publicity. But they seemed to be getting along.

Zayn was falling asleep and Niall had him on his shoulder. I laughed over at them since Niall couldn’t contain Zayn’s weight at the moment so he was kind of stumbling over. My thoughts were interrupted by Harry laughing hysterical. Being my nosy self, I nudged Harry’s elbow.

“Hey hot pants, what’s so funny?”

He smiled at me and said, “Evie just told me a joke.”

I pressed on, “Ooh what was it?” I loved jokes, actually, so it seemed like a reasonable question. Plus I kind of wanted to know what they were talking about . . .

After I asked, Harry cracked up again but caught his breath enough to pause and say, “Penis!” and then resumed laughing.

I just wanted this day to end.

---Evie’s Point of View—

Teardrops fell delicately from my eyes to the ground. I was laughing so hard I was crying. Annabel looked at me like I was a nut, but I mean like she didn’t already know that. She had no idea what I was talking about and I’m pretty sure that if I did tell her she would have a heart attack or something. So I just kept it to myself but it was rather hard without wetting myself.

“I cannot wait to get to the hotel I am knackered!” Annabel exclaimed as she opened the door to the car.

I got in on the passenger seat side and fastened my seatbelt. “Me too.” She started the engine and I immediately started texting Harry back.

[E] Ugh now I really wanna play the penis game . . .

I got a reply in less than a minute:

[H] Me too!

[E] But how, I mean its me and Annabel in the car. No fun :(

[H] Hahahahaaa I’m with the rest of the boys and Reyna I GET TO HAVE MORE FUN THAN YOUU.

I groaned out loud.

[E] Ooh, now you’re just rubbing it in!

[H] HA! Ok, ok, I’m sorry. Hey, call me and we can play :D

I contemplated it for a minute, and then thought ‘why not?’ Not like I had anything to do, besides you have to be a little crazy sometimes especially after a day like this one. I clicked his contact and pressed call. I knew that Annabel was shooting me a confused look, but I ignored it and cleared my throat.

“Ready for the most fun you’ll have allll night?” he answered.

“Oh, totally,” I replied sarcastically, although he was probably right. It has been a very long day.

“Okay, I’ll start.” He paused and then whispered, “Penis.”

I said then louder, but very lightly, “Penis.”

It continued like that until we were screaming it. Annabel was done with me, she blasted her headphones in her ears so loud that I could actually hear it. Harry had put me on speaker so I heard the shrieks from all the boys and even Reyna. I could tell that they were all crammed into a tiny space in the car from the way that everyone was screaming and yelling at each other to move over. I think around ten minutes went by and we were still playing.

Soon enough, my throat was starting to hurt from screaming so loud, evidently not Harry’s. So I was the wimp of the night and said, “Okay, okay! You win!”

He cleared his throat and said, “Oooh you sure about that?”

“Yes! I’m finished!” I exclaimed, laughing. I looked over to Bell and she was giving the road ahead of her a death glare. When I noticed this I added, “Plus, Annabel is probably going deaf.”

She pulled out one of her earphones and practically screamed, “You got that damn right!”

Harry laughed, she probably talked so loud that he could hear her. I was still on speaker phone so I heard everyone rejoicing since we decided to stop playing. Harry told them all to shut up and then took me off of speaker. Finally he said, “Well then I am the reigning champion.”

“Oh shut up! I will win sometime,” I forced.

He laughed briefly and then slowly added, “Oh you will, huh? Well then I guess we’ll be friends for a really long time.”

And at that moment I actually hoped so.

March 5th, 2011

“Where are you going?”

My mum just came home and it was eight PM on a Saturday night. I don’t think that was just ‘a late night at work’ since she works in a cake bakery. But what I found funny was that she was asking me where I was going whereas she comes home four hours later than usual. My eyes glared at her up and down.

“Out,” I replied shortly. She wasn’t telling me where she had been going for like the past month, I certainly wasn’t going to notify her of my whereabouts.

“Evie.” She glared at me now. I noticed that her hair looked nicer than usual. It was curled almost perfectly and she was wearing intense eye shadow, eye liner and even a hint of lip gloss. I don’t know about you, but I definitely do not go to bake cakes in that type of get up.

All these thoughts plagued me enough to ask, “Mum are you sure you were working late?”

She sighed heavily and actually answered, “No, I was at a dinner if you must know.”

“Were you with a guy?” I could tell my playful tone was irritating her. She definitely was with a guy, I could tell by that look she was giving me.

She sighed again. “Maybe, all right?”

“Oooh.” I was acting like a total child and I don’t know why.

I was probably texting all the boys for too long. Their habits have been rubbing off on me. Ever since the night of the concert, all Annabel and I have ever done was text them. I was still mad about Harry not telling me he was technically famous. I knew it was kind of stupid or whatever, but I was a grudge holder, I will admit. No matter how much he made me laugh, or tried to make an effort to be friends I still couldn’t forget the past and look forward. I was still considering that second chance, but I didn’t know if I could do it. It’s been two weeks and my feelings have stayed the same. Was that a sign? A sign that things wouldn’t work out?

We were all great friends, though, Reyna included. I found that she had been dating Liam for such a long time before all the fame came into play and she honestly thought he was the only one she’s ever genuinely loved. I felt so sad that everything had come to not work out at all, and the only one of the boys who wasn’t acting like a complete tard about it all was Harry. She says now that they’re all on good terms for the time being, so when I expressed my sorrows for her she said it was all right. It must be horrible, though. Having the one you love be with someone else and then ignore you like that and forget about your past together.

I would only hope that it never happens to me.

Which is why when I finally agreed to go out with Derek and see what he wanted to say to my face tonight, I was a little nervous. I was totally unsure if I should tell my mother or not.

“Well, why are you all dressed up?” Ugh now she was interrogating me. And what, dressed up? I looked down at my outfit. Whoa okay maybe I was a little dressy tonight. I was wearing a knee-length blue dress with various designs on it and ruffles at the bottom, but it was still straight down. Whatever, I wasn’t going to change now.

“I’m going out.” I decided to just copy what she said previously.

“With a guy?” Okay, now she was just mocking me.

“Yes, and if I don’t leave now I’m going to be late so I’ll see you when I get home.” I grabbed my black leather jacket that was hanging over the table by the door. I tried to make my way out of the house when mum stopped me.

“Text me when you’re coming home and then I want to talk to you.” Oh God. Now I was a little rattled, she usually never wanted to have a talk with me, so it was a little skeptical. Hiding my anxiety, I nodded and then shoved myself out of the door and into the cold night.

“You look good.”

Am I supposed to take that as a compliment? I just walked to the table that Derek was sitting at. It was an indoor or outdoor establishment and since it was fairly nice out tonight, he chose an outside table.

“Thanks,” I replied as I sat down at the empty seat across from him. I just wanted to know what he wanted to talk to me about because when I saw his face I remembered why I was avoiding him. Because it was perfect.

He was a major asshole though. I could never again, I was done with him. I knew that for sure.

“It’s been a while since we’ve talked . . . ” He looked down at the tablecloth and fidgeted with his fingers. He then laughed nervously and continued, “I’ve missed you.”

“W-what?” I couldn’t believe this right now.

“Evie, I was such a jerk for saying all of that. It made me realize how much I actually do love you.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. “I think we should get back together.”

Was he kidding me right now? I don’t think so. Never. Again. “Derek, there’s just one little problem.” I cut my fake smile and blurted, “I don’t love you anymore. I will never love you again, frankly I think you’re a jerk and I don’t even want to so much as be your friend let alone your girlfriend. And after you totally bashed me like that? On Valentine’s Day?” I was furious right now, and seemed to be letting all my anger out. It actually felt really good, it was quite a rush. At this point, I was practically screaming, “You know, I’ve never met anyone so selfish, so arrogant! Why do you have to be so mean? Honestly, I wish that Jake had never set us up because then you, one of the biggest mistakes of my life would have never happened!”

 I started to get up, because I was completely fed up with this ‘dinner.’ I was going to go home and just sleep for ten years when something that I least would have ever, in my wildest dreams expected, happened. I was stopped by a firm, practically painful hand grasping the bone of my wrist. I was forced to turn around when I was struck by his sweaty palms, twice. Hard.

My face was pulsating when before I knew it I was being pressed up against the hard brick wall to the side of the restaurant. I was surrounded by him, his face dangerously close to mine. His one hand was still clasped around my wrist tightly as he pointed a finger from his free hand in my face. He said lowly, “Don’t talk to me like that.”

I tried to make a sound, but I was flustered. The pain was overpowering my body and I couldn’t speak. I was praying that this was just a nightmare and I was going to wake up at any time now. He raised a fist and I winced, waiting for it when suddenly . . .

I was saved.

Someone had come and clawed Derek off of me and shoved him away fiercely. He pushed Derek back harshly and punched him hard in the face. While Derek was trying to pull himself together, I was taken aback when I saw whose face was staring back at me with those gleaming green eyes.

It was Harry.

I was full on crying, wailing out now. Harry gestured over to me and engulfed his left arm around me, hugging me tight. When Derek finally stood up and bounced back, Harry slid off of me and went over and punched him again, harder than before this time in his face.

“Don’t ever touch her ever again.” Harry yelled at him and gave him a threatening look.

“Oh, what’s this now? Who are you?” Derek then looked to me. “You little whore, were you cheating on me with this?” He pointed to Harry and then laughed. “Look at his hair! Hey curly, ever heard of a straightener?”

Harry stared at him and then retorted, “Don’t call her that.” He then reached for his jacket and pushed him back against the wall so that Derek’s back was crushed. Harry hit him in the face on last time and then he sauntered over to me. When Derek turned around to face us, I could tell he was finished. He gave me a weird look and then ran away far from the restaurant. What a wimp.

But at this moment, I didn’t care. I was sobbing, tears streaming down my bruised face. Harry turned to me and took both of his hands, removing mine from my face. Lightly he touched my cheek, where it hurt most. His touch was gentle and he looked at it skeptically, like a doctor would. He looked from there, to my eyes which were as hazed as ever. His face now looked serene.

I realized then that Harry was my savior. My rescuer. If he wasn’t here, things could be ten times worse. I shuddered; it was a horrid thought to think about. “Are you all right?” He caressed my cheek, it was probably as red as ever.

Tears in my eyes, I shook my head vigorously and buried my head into his chest and cried into it, “Harry, thank you so much I don’t know what I would have—”

“Shh. You’re okay now.” He stroked my hair and after a minute, I calmed down a bit and raised my head to look into his eyes. “Are you—”

I placed my hands around the back of his neck and cut him off, “You saved me.”

I was still crying and I really wished that I could stop. He raised his hand to the back of his neck and took one of mine off of it and held it in his own, his palm placed around my fingers. We stood there looking at each other for a minute until I engulfed him in a gigantic hug. I needed him to be my comfort zone. I pulled him closer and closer and just squeezed him tight. I could never thank him enough. With my arms still around him, I rested my head into his shoulder. He did the same. “Promise me you’ll never let go?”

I heard him mutter, “I promise.”

I pulled away but kept my arms around him whilst staring into his beautiful green eyes. They again had a certain shine about them. My eyes wandered down from his to his lips. I leaned in and kissed them gently. When I broke away, I stayed close to his face and he leaned over and kissed my cheek and then wiped away my tears with his thumb gently.

He whispered, “Does it hurt?”

I nodded and added, “But I’m okay.” I studied his face and released one hand from his side and played with one of his curls and whispered, “How can I ever thank you for this?”

He then took both of his huge hands, cupped my face softly and said seriously, “Just let me love you. And you love me in return.”


I’m making a new trailer for this story because well Evie isn’t portrayed as Lucy Hale anymore but rather Vanessa Hudgens. 

This is personally my favourite chapter so far. Let me know what you guys think!!

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