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?


17. New Boy in Town

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Seventeen:

New Boy in Town

March 6th, 2011

---Evie’s Point of View---

“Mum? What are you doing?”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her as I rolled down the window smoothly. She had a look of disconcert upon her face as she pointed a finger at me. Oh God now was the time she was going to actually play the role of the concerned parent? I sighed.

“Why didn’t you come home last night?” Her eyes flickered from me to Harry and then back down to me in one swift move and I furiously blushed. When Harry gave her a sweet smile, she stared me down and raised an eyebrow, “Were you at this boy’s house? And why is he driving your car?”

“I’m Harry,” he said, not letting me answer. He widened his smile and gazed into my mum’s eyes. Well, this was officially awkward.

I turned my head to somehow give him a look that says ‘you really need to leave now’ but I feel like it came out as a mix of ‘I’m staring at you like you’re a crazed terrorist’ and ‘I’m on the verge of shitting my pants from horror.’ Yeah.

To my surprise, he actually did take the hint. Wow, I guess either my glare wasn’t as bad as I thought or Harry is a lot smarter than I thought. He unbuckled his seat belt as he started to say, “I really should go.” He took the keys out of the ignition and handed them to me in one swift movement. He then reached his hand over to my upper arm and squeezed it. “Call me, okay?”

I nodded slowly and he began to lean in a bit but I cleared my throat, gesturing that my mother was right behind me. He then cleared his throat too, gave my arm one last awkward squeeze and then proceeded to get out of my car. Before walking off, he said, “Nice meeting you.” And then sprinted in the opposite direction; I watched him as he ran off into the cold air until I couldn’t see him anymore.

I sighed and the lecturing began. “Evangeline Rose Ellington, who was that, why was he in your car, and where have you been all night?”

I took a deep breath as she pointed her index finger dangerously close to me. I could tell her the truth. I could come totally clean about everything. But for some reason, I don’t. I can’t. not right now at least.

I exhale heavily, the burden of my lie quickly catching up to me. “His name is Harry; he’s just a really good friend I met at the bus stop one time. I was at his place with his family all night because they offered and he gave me a ride home just now ’cos I’m a little tired,” I summed up quickly. I hope that sounded convincing; I was never really good with lying to my mother, probably because usually I never did.

I can see the worry lines forming on her face as she gives me a strict stare. She’s thinking over everything I just said, probably scrutinizing my every word. In this time, I’ve managed to haul my bag off of the car floor and heave it up to my shoulder to let it rest there. I then unlock the car door and slowly swing it open, forcing mum to take a few steps back. I haughtily walk out of the car and slam the door shut, presenting myself in front of her.

Finally, she spoke, “And not once did you bother to call or text me back?”

“My phone died,” I came up with quickly; I don’t think that was a complete lie though. I wouldn’t know, I only had just gotten it back from the police officer. I shuddered at the realization that I just got out of jail. It was still so new and actually still quite frightening.

She shifted her eyes at me. “Still, you could have used Hayden’s phone.”

“His name is Harry, mum.” I rolled my eyes at her. Had she been listening to me at all? I shook it off and continued, “Can we go inside? I really need to take a shower.”

“Yeah.” She nodded and began to turn to walk inside when something stopped her. “Evangeline . . .”

“Mom, would you stop using my full name? It’s weird.” She was starting to annoy me now, so I just started walking off in front of her to the house. But she stopped me by grasping onto my wrist, which startled me. I really wasn’t in for any type of physical contact right now.

“No Evangeline, tell me what happened to your face and your arm right now.”

Oh God. I hadn’t even realized my arm. But as I looked down, I saw that the lower part of it was horribly bruised and my wrist was swollen and red.

“Uhm, well . . .” I really could come out and say it. The boy that you thought I was going to marry and end up with beat me. But that would be beyond the definition of blunt and dream crushing. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t even know how she would respond to it. “Harry has this dog and he was going a bit crazy last night so that’s how my arm got all iffy ’cos he bit me, but he’s fine now and so am I; but in the middle of trying to calm him down I fell and sort of scratched and hit my face.” I hoped that seemed a little more believable than it sounded.

By the way my mother was nodding uneasily and slowly was I guess, a little more reassuring but still risky. “Are you okay?” she asked finally and I then nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just really need to shower.”

She brushed down my hair with her hand in one movement and we both started walking inside the house. All of the lies I told today were definitely the most I’ve spoken in a fair while.

And I really did hate it.

March 7th, 2011

“Eve, would you get your ass outside please?!”

The window in my room was open and Annabel screamed so loudly that I could hear her from all the way up here. I quickly grabbed my book-bag off of the chair that the strap was resting on and heaved it over my shoulder. I ran down the never ending staircase and grabbed an apple from the kitchen, slowing down my pace.

“Bye mum!” I shouted in the middle of strolling towards the door but her voice stopped me.

“I want to talk to you when you get home, all right Evie?” I halted right in my tracks. Oh God it was the talk that she wanted to have with me the other night . . . I was actually a bit scared. It could really be anything since literally we’ve never had a real heart-to-heart talk before.

I gulped. “Okay. See you!”

I avoided any other awkwardness by rushing out the door and stumbling into Annabel’s jeep. She greeted me with a huge smile on her face. Oh Lord what now? I had to know. “Uhm what’s with the pearly whites, Bell?”

“What do you mean?” she turned her head away then, in a mysterious tone and shoved the keys into the ignition and started driving. Once we were on the road, she looked to me and gave me a cheeky smile again.

“That! What are you so happy about?” I think I had an idea even before she started talking . . .

“Oh nothing, I’m just . . . happy.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder quite sassily and flashed another tiny smile.

“Happy that you shagged Louis Tomlinson?” I honestly couldn’t resist, and by the way her eyebrows raised and her expression changed to somewhat shocked it was my turn to giggle.

“No! Well yes . . . but no. In case you didn’t know, I am no longer a single-pringle anymore Ms. Evangeline.”

“Bell, seriously what is it with everybody using my full name. It’s creepy and weird, just stop yourself right there.” I raised my hand to her face and pulled her hair a bit.

She retaliated from my touch and then screeched, “Hey watch it, I’m driving you crazy lunatic, do you want to end up in jail again?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth we both started cracking up.

Once my laughing fit was over I said, “So what do you mean, Louis decided to ask you on a proper date?” Ooh, now I was curious.

She turned towards me excitedly and flashed me the hugest smile I’ve ever seen her make before, but it was kind of contagious I must admit. “Not even! He asked me to be his girlfriend. And he said he really, really liked me,” she bragged.

I smiled then, wider than before. I was happy for her. At least things in her life were going . . . well significantly better than mine. Everything with Harry was fine I guess; I haven’t spoken to him since the incident with my mum yesterday. But I was still a little fazed by the exaggerations I told my mother. I really wanted her to know the truth and I feel as if it might come out when we actually do have that talk . . .

“That’s great, Bel!”

It hit me then. We were parked in the school parking lot and I was about to enter Hell. Derek sits in front of me in Algebra II. I thought I did a pretty good job at covering up my face from the marks and everything since, Annabel didn’t notice anything so for now I was safe.

But I was actually so scared to get to fifth period . . .

It was time for hell to begin.

I nervously took my seat in the third row, second seat back and waited. Waited for that one person to stroll in probably looking as perfect as ever and acting as if nothing happened. . .

And then it happened. He entered. He had a green beanie placed upon his disheveled hair and his head was laying low. He swiftly sat down in the seat in front of me and slightly moved his head. I could tell that he could see me from his peripheral vision. This was not going to end well . . .

I couldn’t look to Annabel or Jake. They had no idea of what happened and I think I should tell them soon but I definitely couldn’t do anything now. Especially since Jake was Derek’s best friend. I wondered if he ever knew that Derek was like this . . . if he’s even ever done such a thing with other girls before. And if he did, why had I been so stupid?

Well whatever, now I was stuck, and I didn’t feel well at all. My stomach was doing about twenty flips per minute and I was vigorously biting my nails.

Mr. Smith’s uncharacteristically booming voice startled me to the maximum. I swear I jumped a little at his tone as he said, “Class, I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” Sarah Goodall, the most annoying girl you will ever meet called out in response. I rolled my eyes at her; she had no idea how dumb she was sometimes.

“Well, for starters we have a new student. A foreign exchange student, to be exact. All the way from France. I hear that his English is well but remember, it isn’t his first language so don’t be too overwhelming,” Mr. Smith instructed.

“Oooh a French boy!” Sarah blurted out again. I really could not stand her right now . . .

“Where is he?” Jake then asked, his calmer, lower voice ringing out Sarah’s high pitched one.

“He should be coming shortly, I’m sure he’s just finding his way around the school,” he reassured.

I rested my head down on the desk, propping my face on my folded arms. I pulled down my long sleeves, making sure my wrists and arms were completely covered. This was going to be an awkward forty minutes, no doubt. My stomach was still uneasy. I stared at the clock, praying that the time would pass by quickly. Lightening quick, to be exact.

And that’s when it happened. He walked in. “Bonjour, everybody!” His low French accent projected throughout the room.

He threw his hands up in the air and waved to everyone and overlooked the classroom. He was wearing a beanie as well, a gray one, his sunglasses covering his eyes. He was also wearing a heavy black overcoat complete with his jeans tucked tightly into his short boots.

“Hello, you can take a seat in the open one next to Evie. Evie, can you raise your hand please?” Mr. Smith coaxed as he motioned over to me. I lifted my hand high, making sure he saw me.

He strolled over to me smoothly, stopping a little to scowl at Derek and gave him a weird look. He then took a seat in the row that was next to mine and winked.

Mr. Smith looked over at him and then nodded his head down. “All right everyone, push your desks together we’re going to do partner problems.” He walked to his desk and got out huge pamphlets to distribute to us.

He pushed his desk furiously next to mine, almost too quickly, making the loudest noise ring through the entire room. I straightened up immediately and turned my head to look at the clock. Thirty two minutes left, great. Well they shouldn’t be so bad . . .

He took his sunglasses off in one swift move and positioned them to rest on his shirt. I watched as he fixed them to stay there and then looked at me. I kept my head facing forward but trailed my eyes over to him, watching him from the corner of my vision.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to my ear, whispering so that only I could hear, “Hey babe.”

I turned my head to look at him then, making sure my eyes were fixed on his green ones as I whispered back, “Hi, Harry.”


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...