Fighting For You

''I needed her. Desperately. I needed to feel her soft skin against mine, hearing her angelic voice, nuzzling my nose in her hair, feeling her smell. She was like poison to my veins, burning every nerve inside me. She could knock me to the weakest point by only giving me one simple look. I was so madly in love with her it wasn’t even healthy. She was the one I always had in my mind before dazzling of to sleep at night. She was the reason I got F on my assessments. She was dangerous. Dangerous to fall in love with''.
Just so you know: This movella contains Mature Content.

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17. 12. Only TIme Will Tell

Hi , this is the 12th chapter of Fighting For You. I'm sorry I've been away but yeah, I've been shit these past months :S But now i'm here again with  a new update. Idk what I think of this chapter. It's in AUTHORS POV so I hope u guys are okay with that. Anyway,..please leave feedback and stay cool ;)) love u guys. xx

Harry felt numb. His life was empty. It had been two months since he last held her in her arms. Two months since he slapped her across the face, making her run away from him. Two months since they had even uttered words between each other. Two months. Harry loved her, he really did. Maybe he had uttered those words way too seldom, but he still loved her.  Under those two months things had changed. Three weeks ago his oh so beloved sister had passed away due to her cancer. The whole family had been gathered around her, lying in the hospital bed, her face pale as a sheet of paper. Holding her hand tightly in his big ones, he had promised her to go somewhere with his life. To make himself happy, to stay grounded and keep on fighting for his love. It was a promise he would keep but still there was a big question mark above his head.  How? How was he going to do it?

After his sisters teary-eyed funeral, his mother had broken up with his step dad. Surprisingly, his step dad didn’t seem to care. He just shrugged and left, not bothering to take his stuff with him. He just disappeared and Harry didn’t know where in the world he was located now. He didn’t really care either, as long as he didn’t come back.

Harry had got himself more ink on his body. Two swallows on his chest, symbolising his sister and himself being those young and carefree kids. He had some other tattoos too, but they didn’t have the same powerful meaning, probably because he did them when he was drunk. He’d also got a lip ring and a piercing in his left eyebrow. He didn’t know why he did it but he liked them, although it had hurt as hell when he got them. He even shed a tear.

School was a pain. He saw her. Those beautiful eyes that even now and then locked with his, just to be disconnected again. Her friends glared at Harry and gave him dirty looks when they passed him in the corridor. He tried to ignore them. Quinn didn’t do much. She just looked as empty as Harry did, her eyes a tone of sad grey. He rarely saw her smile nowadays.

It was like a frozen love.

 

Quinn missed Harry, she really did. He was her first true love. When he wasn’t around she felt empty, like a part of her that was missing. Life had been beautiful when he was in it. Now, every day felt like torture. The memories were torturing her, all the fun they had and everything beautiful. But the memories that hunt her the most were the sad and dark ones. She could still feel the burning on her cheek if she concentrated really hard. Connor had moved to another city because of school and college. But he still came to visit them every now and then. They hadn’t spoken about that night on the party. She didn’t even know if he remembered, he’d probably been way too drunk. She acted like nothing had happened because that was just such a disturbing memory she wanted to erase.

When Harry looked at her in school, all she wanted to do was to run up to him and kiss him hard and not let go but she knew that was not going to happen.  He was alone as usual, and he’d turned way more punk-y than before. Piercings and tattoos. My God. And it wasn’t ugly either, she thought. Her friends looked and talked about him while Quinn just wanted to puke all over them. Sometimes when it got just too much for her, she used to run away to the girls bathroom and stay there. Then she would just sit there and stare. Stare at the pink fading scars decorating her wrists. No one knew about it and no one would. Sure, her friends had asked her 'why the long sleeves?' but they'd stopped asking when she refused answer them. And then her vision used to go all blurry, the emotions swelling inside her, leaving in small,quiet droplets prickling her skin.

Harry was always on edge wherever he went, especially if he was alone. He was sure Connor and his gang was going to beat him up after what happened that night and although Harry didn’t wanted to admit it himself, he was slightly frightened. And fear didn’t suit him. He’d been taking some boxing lessons and exercised more frequently but to be honest he knew he wouldn’t have a chance against Connor and the others.Only time could tell when they would mess with him.

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