After we kissed I smiled, it felt like fireworks every time we touch.
Harry was smiling too, "are you done babe?" He asked.
"Yeah are you?" I asked, he nodded. We got up and threw away our trash. Me and Harry walked out of McDonalds hand in hand ignoring the paparazzi.
We were driving home when we see someone running out of their house with there face in their hands. It looked like a girl and she was still running while Harry was driving. She ran in front of the car and Harry honked the horn then slammed on the brakes. The girl fell to the ground in shock. Me and Harry just sat there staring at each other for a minute and then quickly got out of the car.
I got to her first, "are you all right?" I asked her, she just continued to sob.
I recognized her hair it was brown and curly, like Harrys...and also like Ana's...
I got her to sit up but her hands were still covering her face.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked again getting a little worried for some odd reason.
"Just leave me alone! Can't you see? Know one wants me to be alive anymore! Why didn't you just hit me with the stupid car!?" She yelled through tears.
"Ana, is that you?" I questioned.
She slowly moved her hands away and she had three bloody scratch marks across her face and a black eye.
"Oh my god! Ana, what happened to you!?" I reached to touch her cheek, but she slapped my hand away. Harry looked a bit concerned also but not that much.
"Why would you care Dylan? It's not like you won't make fun of me for it!" She screamed, I couldn't believe it. She thinks I make fun of her life like she does to everyone else.
"Ana I'm not the one who does that...that's you." I tell her she gave me one of her famous eye rolls and sighed.
"Alright, I'll tell both of you if you promise not to tell anyone got it?" She asked looking at me and Harry, we nodded.
"Well, tonight after the incident that happened at Nandos, which I'm dearly sorry about." She looks up at Harry and continues.
"My dad was here wondering where I was. I didn't tell him where I was going when I left so he was really concerned. When I got home he cornered me and asked me where I was and I told him but it seemed like he had a couple drinks. He yelled at me and called me a liar and started beating me." I gasped.
"Why would he do those things to you?"
"I have no idea...I just wish my mum was here so these things wouldn't happen..." She whispered.
"Why? What happened to your mum?" Harry finally spoke up.
"She died when I was 15...my dad hit her so much and one morning she never woke up..." She said shedding some more thick tears.
I rubbed her back, "do you need somewhere to stay?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't blame you if you wouldn't want me to stay with you. I mean I've been nothing but a bitch to you." She said.
I thought long and hard about my decision, then sighed. "You can stay with me for a little while, I guess." I cannot believe I'm saying this. Harry gave me a weird and concerned look. I gave him a look that was suppose to say 'It's fine.'
"Really? You would let me stay with you after all these things I did to you?" She sniffled.
"Yeah...I guess so." I said still a little uncertain of my choice.
I reached out my hand to help her up and she took it.
"Come on let's go home." She shyly got into the car, I think it's the fact that Harry was driving, but I'm not that sure.
We drove home in nothing but awkward silence.