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?


20. Joy Ride

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Twenty:

Joy Ride

March 7th, 2011

---Harry’s Point of View---

I wanted to tell her that I told the principal about everything, but I didn’t want to do it here at the school in the empty hallways that would soon be filled and flooded with people. I needed a more grounded place since this was exactly the best information for her. I glanced around the white walls that were covered with school spirit posters which reminded me of my old school and I shivered. I suddenly remembered how much I hated it.

As we walked down the long, endless hallway side by side, Evie seemed tense. She was fidgeting with her fingers left and right and bit her lip anxiously. She was so quiet which only added to the echoing silence in the air. I wanted her to feel safe, so I absentmindedly searched for her hand and grasped it tight. She looked up at me then and smiled a little bit. I smiled back at her as I laced her fingers with my own and squeezed her hand tight. We were finally out of the building and I had to let my eyes adjust to the surprising atmosphere change. The bright sun outside was blinding from the previous fluorescent lights of the school.

“Uh, Harry where are we going to go?” Evie started, tugging on my hand. “I carpooled here and you can’t drive, remember?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “You think too much.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at me but I only dragged her towards the car I came in. I pointed to the black Audi that was parked to the side of the road at the top of the large hill of grass. She tilted her head up and spotted it, her face still confused as she said, “But—”

“Relax, Paul’s driving the car,” I interrupted, knowing what she was going to ask. She closed her open mouth and I smirked, shaking my head playfully. I guided her towards the car, as we made our way up the giant hill. Taking large steps, I stumble, almost tripping and falling flat on my face. Evie felt my uneasiness after that almost fall I had and laughed as I tried to regain balance, her hand slipping away from my grip.

“Hey, stop laughing at me!” I yelled with a smile, brushing myself off.

She let another bout of laughter escape as she calmed down, “Okay, okay I’m sorry! Are you all right?” she giggled.

“No,” I answered lightheartedly.

“Harry, you didn’t even really fall,” Evie stated, crossing her arms.

“But who knows? That rock that I hit my foot on could have gone right through my shoe and entered my bloodstream and I could have internal bleeding right now.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at me as she remarked, “Yeah I’m sure that happened.” She now reached over and grasped my hand just like I had done previously. She flashed me a small smile and I returned it as we hopped into the car.

Once we were both seated in the back, I said, “Hi Paul, can you take us to . . .” I trailed off, and looked and Evie. I didn’t want her to know where I was taking her, so I leaned forward and whispered something in Paul’s ear. He gave me an uneasy look, he always hated when I suggested something risky, he was our security guard after all. But I gave him a hard stare and he nodded, starting the car.

I leaned back in my seat and fastened my seatbelt, turning to Evie. “Where are we going?” she asked, eagerly.

“It’s a surprise.” I smirked with confidence but inside I was really quite anxious.

“Ooh I love surprises!” she giggled, jumping up a bit in her seat.

“What are you like, hyper now?” I gawked at her and laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Well you got me excited, now.” She looked at me once more before turning her head to look out the window. I watched her as she gazed at the passing trees and houses.

I swallowed, and turned my head to look out the window as well. What if she gets mad once I tell her? I broke a promise to her and that’s why I was nervous. It was the first time I ever broke a promise to a girl and it was tearing me apart because to me Evie wasn’t just another girl. She was definitely special and different from the other girls and the fact that I did this to her made me feel horrible. But maybe she won’t think that it’s too bad. I only did this for her safety and I hope she knows that.

“I’m the one who thinks too much? You should see yourself right now.” Crap. She must have noticed my awkwardness. She laughed again but then stopped and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

I gulped, “Us.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie but when I saw Evie’s smile form on her face I felt worse. I just hope this will all turn out way better than I’m expecting it to.

---Annabel’s Point of View---

What the actual hell was going on with everyone? Evie disappeared, for sure and she wasn’t answering her cell phone. Actually, she very well could have but of course I have no freaking service in this cafeteria. I took a good long look at my phone and then shoved it into my purse angrily, it was useless.

I sighed heavily and took a huge bite of my salad. Jake strolled over to the table and took his usual seat across from me. “You look distressed,” he pointed out.

“No shit,” I said but it came out muffled with my mouth being as full as it possibly could be.

“I bet she’s fine, Annabel.” Jake shot me a pity look, attempting to reassure me. I only glanced at him and then down back at my César salad which was far more interesting. I stabbed the lettuce with my fork furiously and shoveled another mouthful.

“I just wish that somebody would start telling me stuff around here, you know?” I admitted, almost choking on my food.

Jake handed me a napkin across the table and I took it willingly as I wiped my mouth. “Hey, she hasn’t told me anything either. It took me forever to find out her and Derek broke up.”

“But haven’t you talked to Derek? Recently, I mean?” I asked. He only shrugged in response and I continued, “Hasn’t Evie been acting weird lately? Like, weirder than usual? Especially around Derek? And didn’t you notice those cuts on her face, like what the hell?”

“Okay Bell, one question at a time.” He gestured towards me to try and calm down my rant. I did have a bad habit of asking too many questions at one time, something that I really should try and stop. But, I couldn’t help it. I was so curious and Evie was so mysterious and never opened up to anyone. Not even her best friend and that hurt me sometimes.

Jake leaned forward and said a little quieter, “I haven’t really talked to Derek in a few days. He’s not been himself lately, it’s strange. I guess losing Evie had more impact on him than he thought . . . ” Jake trailed off, leaving me confused.

“Didn’t he break up with her, though?” This was making no sense.

“Yeah, but I think he wants her back.” Jake took a huge bite of his pizza and glanced around the cafeteria for Derek. He was nowhere in sight and he didn’t return to class either. I squirmed in my seat as it rotated to the side a bit and then I slouched. I hated that these cheap cafeteria chairs had no backs. “But isn’t she dating that weird French kid or something?”

“Harry Styles. His name is Harry Styles,” I enunciated. “And he is not French, he is British and amazing and beautiful and brilliant and extraordinharry and a sex-god,” I summed up for him. “I mean, one does not mistake Harry Styles for some French kid, okay? I mean who wouldn’t know those cute dimples when he flashes his gorgeous smile anywhere? Oh, and come on. His sex-hair, signature curls? Stunning. Oh and don’t even get me started on his deep voice and his perverted-ness and his penis jokes and his—”

“Whoa there, Bell.” Jake paused, interrupting me, to take another large bite of his pizza and sighed, “If I didn’t know you any better, I’d think you were the one that’s dating him.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t be silly,” I said quickly. I put down my fork and started picking at my nails. “H-he’s with Evie and I’m with Louis. I-I don’t even—”

“Okay Bell, sure. Don’t be a jealous fangirl, all right? And don’t do anything stupid, either.” Who was he, my father? God, he was really pissing me off right now and just when I needed a friend too, considering my only other one was currently MIA.

Instead of starting a fight I just tried to change the subject, “Now don’t you be stupid and forget that I’m grounded, remember?”

He giggled like a little girl at me, “Oh, yeah Miss Four-way.”

I reached across the table and slapped his arm. “Shut up!” It only caused him to laugh more as my cheeks flushed red. As if on cue, my phone buzzed. I quickly shoved my hand in my bag to find my no-good phone, praying that it was finally Evie responded to my countless calls and texts but of course not. It was Louis.

Not like I’m complaining or anything, but still. It’d be nice to hear from Evie since she did only disappear around an hour ago. Same with Harry and Derek . . . God.

I tapped the green phone button with my finger and put the phone to my ear while greeting, “Hello?”

“Hey babe!” Louis high pitched voice vibrated through the phone.

“Hi Lou, what’s up?”

Suddenly, Jake leaned over the table and wiggled his eyebrows at me. He yelled, loud enough for Louis to hear, “Oooh it’s Mr. Boyfriend on the phone!” I nudged him in the air and pleaded for him to shut up.

“Bell? Are you with a guy?” Wow, I was shocked. Jake sounded so much like a girl when he screeched like that, I was surprised you could even still classify him as a boy.

“Uh, yeah he’s gay.” I joked and then burst out laughing.

“What? No, I’m not!” Jake lunged forward, practically standing on his chair now, trying to grab the phone out of my hand but I dodged his reach, leaning to my left as far as possible.

“Yes he is and he even told me yesterday that he has the hots for you, babe!” I giggled into the phone, getting back at Jake for questioning my relationship with Louis earlier.

Louis laughed loudly and said, “Would you mind doing me a favour and tell him that I’m taken?”

I smiled to myself and blushed. He was so sweet. I glanced up and saw Jake making a disgusted face at me. “Ew can you at least wait till I leave to get all lovey-dovey, yeah? Gross.” He shook his head at me, grabbing his plate full of food before venturing off to another lunch table. I rolled my eyes. Good luck to the next group of girls he was going to go bother.

“Okay, I’m alone now,” I announced.

I heard Louis chuckle as he asked, “How’s your day so far?”

I bit my lip before responding, “Well . . . ”

---Reyna’s Point of View—

“Okay, here’s the deal.”

Liam sat down next to me on the couch of his living room apartment. He invited me over here around twenty minutes ago, saying he had some ‘important matters’ to discuss with me. I could only wonder what he actually meant by that as I heaved my lazy ass off my own couch, twisted my hair in a messy bun and threw myself together to get down here. Being here today, even if I had only been here for five minutes, made me realize how much I missed this. Being able to just walk around his flat, like I lived there myself. It was a nostalgic feeling that I often got when we were broken up, but I suppose none of that mattered anymore. We were finally back together now, and that’s all that mattered. And though I never told him but secretly hoped that he knew, I hope that it’s for good.

“Yes?” I ask, pestering him to just get on with it already. I was anxious, I didn’t know if it was good or bad news but I was certainly determined to find out.

“The boys and I are starting to record songs for our first album next week.”

“Liam, that’s great!” I inched closer to him on the couch and he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me as close as possible to him. I felt his warm body against mine and it was nice since I was freezing. Why did I wear short sleeves in fifty degree weather?

“I’m not done.” He said and I furrowed my eyebrows, confused but curious too. He added, “We want you to record with us as a featured artist.”

My mouth dropped open. “Are you being serious right now?!” I practically screeched. I knew Liam usually never joked and especially not about something like this. My nerves were going crazy, my heart was beating ten times more rapidly. He nodded in response and a wide smile appeared across his lips at the sight of me being so excited. “But, I was voted off X Factor just before you, and I never got a record deal, how do you know that I’m any good? Especially after what Simon said to me that day . . .”

“I never told you this, Reyna, but . . . I had talked to Simon about that day so many times while One Direction was on the X Factor tour. He feels bad for what he said about you but he never really apologized which is why I’m not too joyful around him. But I have to be grateful, since he’s done so much for me and the boys but don’t listen to what he says. He agreed to let you collaborate with us, so maybe he’s opening up a bit. You have a chance to show him that you’ve improved.”

 Liam reached over and tilted my chin up with his index finger, for me to look at him. As I intently reminisced that horrid day in my brain over and over again, tears began to well up in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, I didn’t want Liam to see me cry and think I was a weak person. He has seen me cry before, but that was back then. I wanted to show him that I was a slightly different person now, stronger than before and not as insecure.

“Don’t cry, baby. Everything’s going to work out.” He pulled me closer to him, reaching over so that my legs rested on his own as he poked my nose and whispered, “I promise.”

“I hope you’re right. But it’ll be fun singing again . . . ” I trailed off. I really loved singing and I can’t believe that I let something as stupid as one bad critique to make me stop for so long. “It’ll be even more fun singing with you this time.”

He smiled, “I agree.”

He leaned in and kissed my lips softly and gently and I allowed my hand to reach over and run through his growing hair. It was getting longer and curlier by the day. I figured it would be sooner rather than later that it would even get curlier than Harry’s. I laughed at the thought. I didn’t mind at all, I believed his long hair was sexy and gave him a bit of rough edge. It even looked as if it was getting blonder highlights too.

 Liam pulled away, but I groaned at the loss of touch between us. He had started something and I was going to finish it. I leaned in again and kissed him, both of us losing ourselves in it this time. I deepened it, making sure to kiss him with passion as a thank you for giving me the confidence to sing again. I smiled into the kiss and pushed him forward so that he was lying down on the couch with me on top of him.

He broke the kiss and I pouted as he said, “Reyna, now? It’s—” he looked over to the clock that was displayed on the telly. “1 o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Your point?” I laughed and he smiled back at me, rolling his eyes and resuming the kiss.

Well, this would be a fun day.

---Harry’s Point of View—

I ran my fingers through my curls and closed my eyes. I held them in place before dropping them so that they hung loosely around my face just as they had two seconds ago. I took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. I repeated that for the next five minutes as I ran and ran and ran. Into the daylight, into the freezing air, into the nothingness that this day had become. Shockingly enough, I found myself doing exactly that more often than not, lately.

I blinked, my eyes began tearing from the cold and a few droplets of water actually managed to escape and stream down my face. My mouth was wide open, as I struggled to breathe at the fast pace I was going, beginning to get tired but I wouldn’t allow myself to stop. I had to continue, I had to go on. My nose was burning from numbness and was probably as red as fire right now but I didn’t care. I looked down at my feet, rising one and then the other as the plummeted off the ground one after the other.

And just like that, I stopped. Right next to a giant oak tree in the middle of nowhere. I was breathing heavily now, trying to catch my breath and regain my normal breathing pattern, I clutched onto a branch of the tree, looking down. As I was finally starting to gain energy back, I glanced back up at the gigantic tree and then realized. It was the same one that we had climbed just less than a month ago. Same texture, same height, same location; right next to the Starbucks.

It was a sign.

I knew it.

But . . . if it was, then how did I manage to let everything today go to shit?

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