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?


16. Next to You

Chapter Sixteen

Next to You

March 5th, 2011

---Evie’s Point of View---

Harry’s warm, protective arm around me was the only thing that was allowing me to keep my sanity. After Louis’ story I swear, he’ll never be the same to me again. I tried my best to not give him a completely disgusted look.

“Oh and then we—”

“Please Louis, spare us the details.” Harry’s grip on my shoulder tightened. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable about all of this too.

“Oh come on Haz, you know you want to hear some of this. You’re just being all weird because of Evie here,” Louis jested. I furrowed my eyebrows, this was getting a bit entertaining.

“What, no! Louis are you out of your mind? I definitely don’t want to hear about some ‘amazing sex’ you had tonight, all right?” Harry had an annoyed tone and I could see why. Louis was becoming so much more perverted than I had ever seen him before and I don’t know what his problem was. I guess people do get crazy a little bit sometimes but . . .

“Well last time I had ‘amazing sex’ you wanted to hear all about it.” Wow, Louis would not stop embarrassing Harry right now. I mean it was practically three A.M. in a jail cell, we have much more important issues to talk about but evidently not to Louis. This was seriously the only thing he could talk about and I wanted to kick myself repeatedly for even asking in the first place.

“Louis, stop it.” Harry clenched his fists and I felt his body tense up against mine. Oh Lord, I didn’t like where this was going.

“Like you’ve never done the same thing before,” Louis mocked. Again.

“If by that you mean sex, no I’ve never had sex before,” Harry confessed. Oh God. What? He was a virgin? Maybe he was lying, you never know, with Louis being all crazy tonight and all. I turned my head to look at Harry and he had a genuine look upon his angelic face. He seemed completely earnest which made my stomach do ten million flips. I wasn't a virgin, yet he was. It made me feel somewhat of . . . a whore.

"Wait, are you being serious?" Louis questioned.

"Yes. I want to wait for that one special person instead of taking it out every time I see a pretty face," Harry stated. He squeezed my shoulder tighter. It made me feel like I would be that one special girl but I knew I was probably just dreaming up things. I mean, I'm pretty sure I wanted to be that girl but . . . well I guess only time would tell if I was. But the fact that he just said all of that was all so sweet to me. But it still made me feel slightly uncomfortable considering . . .

Before I knew it, I had actually made a groaning sound. Harry brought his other arm around to me and hugged me tighter, he probably sensed my uneasiness it was so strong. He was so comforting though, it almost did make my thoughts fade away.

Louis noticed the tension between us as he changed the subject, thankfully. “What’s going on over here?” He gestured to us and gave us a mischievous smile.

“Well while you were getting it on with three other people,” Harry raised his voice but then quieted it, “erm, stuff happened.”

I bowed my head replaying all of the night's previous events. I still didn't know what I was going to do. I knew I had to tell the police but how could I when I was the one behind bars? And what would my mother say? She always liked Derek, when I tell her about this she'll never see him the same way again. Then again, neither did I . . . Where was she anyway? I hated when she did this. She would stay out late and then either lie or not tell me about where she was. All the secrets she kept from me, I could write a book. I sighed. I guess things could really be a lot worse but I don't know. I wished she cared a little more about me sometimes and actually confided in me. I mean, like I said it was just her and me, she needed to talk to me sometimes. Oh wait, she did say she had to talk to me about something when I got home. Well that certainly got shot out of the sky. Suddenly, I wondered what she would think of Harry if I told her about him or even introduced them. Since he's famous, I'm not sure how she would take it, but he did save me.

"Like good stuff?" Louis broke my train of thought. Well Louis, if you would call me getting hit by my ex-boyfriend repeatedly and Harry coming to my rescue, sparking a deeper relationship between us good stuff, then sure.

Harry almost read my mind as he turned to me and gave me a sincere look. I think he wanted to know if he should tell Louis about the unpleasant incident or not. I was trying my best to get my message through to him when Louis interrupted us both.

"Hey what happened to your face?" Louis squinted and for the first time tonight, he stood still. Wow, I was surprised that he wasn't drunk. He leaned in to get a better look at my cheek. I hadn't even looked in a mirror since the incident so I still had no idea how horrible it looked. If it looked anything of how it felt, I probably appeared repulsive right now. Lovely.

"Um, well before I left to get some dinner tonight, my cat practically attacked my face." Good thing I have no pets. Oh well. I wasn't ready to tell everybody about what exactly happened.

"Your cat made it all swollen like that?" he questioned. My face suddenly got hot and  I wished that he would resume talking about his foursome. Anything but this.

"Yeah, you should see him, it's like a killer cat I'm telling you." Harry again saved me. I have to admit, I was starting to want Harry to never let go of his grip around my arms. I was growing quite attached to him. But the funny thing was I didn't mind it one bit. I could tell that Harry was genuine and not a complete jerk like Derek was.

"Oh . . ." Louis trailed off, still not entirely comprehending. I could tell that he was done inquiring about it (thank God) when he took a seat on the bench across from us. He shut his eyes finally. I turned around to see what was going on in the cell next to us with Liam, Reyna, and Annabel. Reyna and Liam were asleep. Reyna was wrapped in Liam's arms and had a serene look on her face. She was peacefully sleeping in Liam's arms as--wait what?! Last time I checked, she hated Liam, or disliked him at least. But now she was being all cuddly with him and it was quite contradictive. I guess more than I thought went on at this 'party' . . .

I shivered but then turned my attention to Annabel. She was sitting on the bench across from Reyna and Liam that was directly behind me. We exchanged sympathetic looks but stayed silent. I glanced over at Louis briefly, he was actually sleeping now. Wow, that was new. I wasn't sure if sleep was in his vocabulary but I guess so. I actually felt a bit relieved, no more comments from him for the rest of the night.

“Bell . . .” I started.

“I know.” She rolled her eyes and shook it off like this was completely normal. Was I the only one freaking about this?

“Why did you, I mean, how could . . . I don’t—”

“It’s okay, Evie. I’m fine,” Annabel cut me off mid-sentence. I didn’t even want to bother with this anymore. I guess in ten years we’ll all laugh about this . . . or maybe a hundred since this will never not be serious to me.

“Why did the cops show up?” I questioned. I figured it was best to ask to her, my best friend who I at least hoped had a tiny bit of sanity. Unlike the rest of them. Well, Liam seemed collected, and I guess Reyna kind of did, but Louis definitely not.

“There was a noise complaint from neighbours. When they got here they found, you know, underage drinking and all that and then they came across us . . .” Annabel trailed off at the memory but strangely enough I think I saw a smile form across her lips.

“Bell, I really don’t want to ask, believe me but I kind of want to know . . . was it like a totally legit um, you know…” I lowered my voice.

“Well, basically it was just Louis and I at first. I mean, he told me that he liked me a lot and I told him that I found myself fancying him too, and well before we knew it things got kind of out of hand. But we totally knew what we were doing. But then uh,” she paused, pushing a strand of loose hair nervously behind her ear, “Reyna and Liam walked in on us.”

“No!” I was in total disbelief as I looked past her shoulder and over to Reyna, who had her head gently resting on Liam’s shoulder. They seemed so calm; I could never imagine them of all people doing something so wild.

Annabel nodded and then continued, “So after Louis and I shooed them away we continued on, you know.” She made hand gestures and I knew what she was referring to. “So then after a while, Reyna and Liam came back in the room. We were completely confused like, why would they be coming back? But it turns out Liam and Reyna wanted to uh, ‘reconnect’ is what they said, but they obviously couldn’t do it downstairs because there were so many people around. So we all agreed it’d be fine and well we were originally on two different sides of the room but—”

“Wait, hold up. You’re telling me that you all did it on my couch? The red leather one that I bought?” Harry interjected and I’m kind of glad he did.

Annabel nodded innocently. “Sorry,” she squeaked.

He shook it off and leaned back against the bars and closed his eyes. Sleep seemed like a pretty good idea right now. I turned back to Annabel and gave her an innocuous look. “Bell, just go to bed.”

I then turned back to face forward and attempt to get some sleep myself. I heard Annabel’s hair clip make a clanking noise against the bars as she turned her head as well. By the way she sighed, I knew she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. Being the insomniac she was, she barely slept at home let alone in a prison. She’d probably just sit and stare around the entire room until someone came to bail us out. I really hoped that would be tomorrow.

I tried leaning back like Harry had but I had no idea how he was comfortable like that. It was probably the most unpleasant position ever. I moaned to myself when I noticed Harry pointing to his shoulder repeatedly. His eyes were still closed when he muttered, “It’s free.” A cheeky smile formed on his mouth and I chuckled to myself briefly.

I repositioned myself and rested my head on his soft yet strong shoulder. Slowly, I found myself drifting off to sleep.

March 6th, 2011


I was awakened by Liam shooting out of his seat, screeching. My eyes lay heavy as I yawned loudly and gained my vision back. A somewhat hefty man stood before me, on the outside of our tiny cell.

“What have you boys gotten yourselves into?” The man who I assumed was Paul, stated shaking his head back and forth. Maybe it was someone’s dad?

“We just had a harmless party, Paul.” Louis stood up and started walking towards the end of the cell so that he could face him. God, that’s a sure way to summarize things.

“Hey, I wasn’t with them!” Harry butted in, pointing his finger at Louis. Well, he certainly wanted to make sure that he wasn’t put in the same boat as them.

“Really, and how did you end up getting here then?” he crossed his arms.

Harry gave him an uneasy look and leaned in closer to the man whispering, “Can I tell you later . . .?”

The man’s face stayed the same, still representing seriousness and he shifted his weight onto one foot. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.”

Oh God. A nervous feeling formed in the pit of my stomach and I could almost feel the tension in the air. I walked up next to Harry and he placed his hand gently on my back. I fixed my posture and I could tell he had absolutely no idea what to say judging by the twisted look of confusion and anxiety he gave me. Harry opened his mouth to say something but the man cut him off.

“Who are you?” he looked to me.

Before I could say anything, Harry answered, “Be nice to her, Paul.”

“Yeah Paul, it’s the girl that Harry wouldn’t shut up about if our lives depended on it!” Louis yelled over to him, laughing.

Oh God I was starting to blush as I shyly said, “I’m Evie.”

“Paul,” he introduced and then continued, “Oh, are you all right? Did one of these knuckle heads hurt you?” he pointed a finger to the boys, and gestured to my face lightly. I felt my cheeks turn even redder. I had no idea what to say and I hated whenever someone noticed my face now. I couldn’t even get my story straight; much less tell it to other people.

“No, no, God Paul what’s wrong with you? She’s fine and so are we, right? Can we just please get out of here?” Harry’s grip on my back tightened as he shot him a stern look. Paul took the hint and bailed us all out of the cell, thank God.

Once we were all outside, I found my car in the parking lot. It was sunny out yet it was still quite cold. Paul was going to give us all a ride home but I rejected him kindly, since my car was already here and all. I started walking to it after I told everyone I’d see them all again soon but I was stopped by a shoulder tap. I turned around, it was Harry.

“Can I drive you home?”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea considering . . .”

“It’s daytime now. Besides, I want to.”

He brought his hand up to my elbow, urging me to carry on towards my car but I protested, “But then how will you get home?”

“I could walk. Trust me, it’s not that far. Plus, I could really use the exercise.”

Since he was being so straightforward with it, I agreed and we both lugged ourselves into the car. This can definitely go on the top of my list of weirdest weekends ever. I don’t even know what school is going to be like tomorrow and I don’t even want to think about it either. So I just focused my attention looking out the window and watching the trees as they pass by in this silent car ride.

A few times I caught Harry looking over at me and smiling, making sure I was okay. He was sweet, I realized and amazing.

Finally, we reached my house and I was thankful since all I wanted to do was collapse onto my actual real, big comfy bed. Harry pulled up into my driveway and I turned to look at him. “Thank you so much. Really, for everything.”

He smiled at me and as he took off his seatbelt, looked down at my lips saying, “Babe stop talking like we’re never going to see each other again.”

I laughed a bit since it did sound like a forever goodbye when I found him leaning in. I was too, and just as our lips were about to touch lightly, there was a knock on my window. I jumped up, startled beyond belief and turned to my left to see what that was.

I think my jaw actually dropped ten stories when I saw it was my mother.


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