The moment his emerald green eyes captured mine I couldn’t believe that I was staring at such beauty. The way the warm England breeze blew threw his wild curls instantly made him look like a model. But, I could only imagine what he thought of me. A girl with dirt stains on her pants and shirt, uncombed hair, and holey shoes. I was just the homeless girl.

His world was obviously so different than mine.

Just for a second I swore I could have seen deep dimples on the side of his cheeks as a small smile appeared on his face. “Uh did you not hear me? Get out of here!” the security guard asked. I regrettably tore my eyes away from the boy and nodded “Okay. Sorry again” I whispered.

“Mina…is dat boy got lotsa money?” she asked.

I chuckled and whispered “Yea. I think so” I said and continued down the long path exiting the wealthy neighborhood. “Mina and Izzy don’t got money wite?” she said.

She was right...we had nothing. We were homeless.


9. Confessions

I ignored my brains protests to keep my mouth shut and took a deep breath trying to figure out where to start but after a few minutes I had no idea and it seemed like Harry read my mind as he brushed my long hair over my shoulder.

“Take your time love, maybe start with why you got upset during the movie?” he suggested.

I nodded slowly and finally words began to form on my lips. “That Sid kid, he brought up a memory of something my dad did to me. Remember how he burned Woody?” I asked slowly watching Harry’s curls bounce as he nodded his head.

“Well, my dad did that to me, but with a lighter” I said hardly above a whisper, and I almost wished Harry hadn’t heard me.

“Are you serious?” he said in complete awe. I avoided his gaze as I nodded softly and continued with a little more bravery.

“I was six and he got mad at me so he took his lighter and burned me” I said softly again. “What else did he do to you?” Harry said but I was surprised at the slight anger I heard behind his words.

My breathing got a little harder as more and more memories flooded my mind of all the stuff my father had done. “He’s abused ever since I was a little girl, maybe 2 or 3. Once I got to be about 10 or so he began to….” I didn’t even know if I could finish the sentence due to the brutality of the situation.

“Please don’t tell me he..” Harry said now running his fingers through my hair and forcing me to look at him.

I couldn’t answer his question, because he told me he didn’t want me to tell him that my father used to rape me.

I guess my silence gave him the answer and he responded by wrapping into one of his amazing hugs that I had grown to love. “I am so sorry Mina” he whispered against my hair as he rubbed my back. “It’s okay, not your fault” I answered.

Surprisingly Harry was the only guy I have ever felt comfortable around and even felt a sort of relief when he was touching me. He calmed me and made me feel as if he actually cared which caused little tingles to run over my skin.

“What about your mum? Was she abusive too?” he asked.

Thoughts about what happened to my mom instantly brought tears to my eyes but I felt like talking to Harry was actually helping.

“No she wasn’t but when I was little my dad got her addicted to drugs so I don’t have any other memories about her besides her being passed out or high all the time. I used to hate that whenever my dad would hurt me she was never around to know. When I tried to tell her she wouldn’t believe me so I eventually just felt like maybe I deserved it” I admitted.

“No girl, especially you, ever deserves to be mistreated by a guy. What your father did to you was beyond sick and twisted, you don’t deserve that. You deserved to be loved properly and treated like you’re the most precious gemstone in the world. Don’t ever think you deserved that kind of torture” he said seriously as his eyes bore mine and he wiped a small tear that had escaped my eye from my cheek.

“I wish I could believe you Harry, I just can’t” I said honestly. He seemed to think for a moment and then those cute dimples of his appeared on his cheeks

“I’ll prove it to you” he said confidently. I looked at him weirdly and asked how he planned on proving to me that I didn’t deserve what my father did. “Well I don’t exactly know but I will think of something and I promise I will prove you wrong” he said.

The smile on his face was so contagious and even though I was sad at the moment I found myself softly smiling along. “Okay Harry” I laughed.

“Tell me about how you ran away” he said. At the moment I was straddling his lap looking at him while his back was rested against his head board and his legs were stretched underneath me which gave us full access to each others faces.

“Okay. Well while my mom was on drugs my dad would invite guys over to “play” with her, and then he would get money from his friends” I began feeling sick just talking about it. “Christ…” Harry whispered with a frown on his face.

“Eventually she got pregnant, and my dad wasn’t even mad that she was pregnant from some other guy but since she was addicted to drugs I was so worried about my future sibling. I prayed every night that she wouldn’t kill the baby because of her habits” I said remember how I used to be scared that I wouldn’t get my baby sister or brother.

“Your mom was on drugs with Isabella?” He said completely stunned.

“Yea, but she didn’t do it as much because I would steal all of it and flush it down the toilet or throw it out just trying to get her to stop harming herself and my baby brother or sister. I guess it helped because even though Isabella came out premature she was healthy. But, the moment we brought her home from the hospital I couldn’t allow what happened to me to happen to her. She was too young, so innocent and beautiful. She was my baby sister and I swore I would not allow anything to happen to her.

"I was 15 when she was a few weeks old, I basically became her mother figure because I changed her, feed her, cared for her, everything my mother didn’t. One night my dad got in one of his moods and came to my room while I was putting Isabella to sleep, he was insanely drunk and just started attacking me for no reason. My mom ended up walking in and felt terrible for not believing me. They got into a huge fight and she threatened to leave him…” I told Harry not looking away from his sparkling eyes once.

I was silent for a moment thinking about how hard it was going to be to tell him this next part of my fucked up past. Harry noticed my struggle and wrapped his arms around my waist gently and kissed my forehead.

“Keep going, you can do it” he said softly. I took a deep breath and started again “They left Isabella’s room and went to the living room to scream at each other and that’s when I knew we had to go. I had secretly been working at a small coffee shop for a few years and saved up money so I could get Izzy and I out of the hell hole we were living in. I grabbed our stuff, which wasn’t much, and while we were escaping through the front door I heard a loud bang, and then the shouting stopped” I whispered.

Now my words were falling out of my mouth like word vomit as I kept going “I turned around and she was only the floor with blood surrounding her. I remember being scared, thinking I had two choices; to go back in and help her to see if she was okay, but at the same time I had no bond to her because of how absent she was as a mother, or to escape and hopefully start a life over with just Isabella and I.

"I chose option two, and I swear to you I had never run so fast in my whole life. I didn’t look back and used some of the money to hop on a train. I didn’t even know where the train was headed I just had to get away from this place once and for all and I ended up in London” I said.

I swear while confessing my past to Harry I felt like a weights were being lifted off of my shoulders.

“We stayed at the London’s woman’s shelter for about a year because I didn’t know how to raise a baby by myself so I definitely needed help. The people there at first were so sweet, and I started to trust them until a man on the staff tried to kiss me. Gosh it was like I couldn’t get a break! Once I began trusting people I got screwed over. So because of that we left and the only place that we could call home was the streets. The money I saved up ran out quickly because Isabella needed a lot of stuff so since then we have been living in that place you found me in” I said feeling relieved that someone finally knew my story.

I loved the fact that Harry listened when I talked, and he didn’t seem to judge me for what happened or some of the decisions I made.

As I began to think about all the confessions I made I laughed softly “I can’t believe I told you all of that. I’ve never told anyone that, or anything about me for that matter” I admitted.

“Tell me more” he said suddenly. I was surprised by his statement and I guess a confused look crossed my face because then he said “I want to know everything about you Mina” with a smiled.

He moved us so that now he was laying flat on the pillows and he pushed my back down so now I was just lying on his chest. “What do you want to know…I’m not very interesting” I said enjoying the feel of his heart beat against mine.

“If you could be anyone in the world who would you be?” he randomly asked causing us both to laugh.

“Batman, definitely batman!” I smiled as his mouth dropped.

“Seriously?” He asked. “Yea is that a bad answer?” I asked blushing. “Hell no! Will you marry me?” he asked with a huge smile on his face.

The rest of the night continued with these random stupid questions that had us laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes. I loved how Harry could easily put a smile on my face, he was so childish and cute yet so manly and sexy…It was an interesting combo that worked perfectly for him.

I don’t know how long we laid there just acting crazy but finally I felt the walls that I had build up vanish. I spent almost my whole life building up these walls and in a few days Harry had knocked them down effortlessly.

Our laughs died down and I began to feel sleepy trying hard to keep my eyes open. “Mina, go to sleep” Harry whispered in my ear.

I was not surprised at all as my heart fluttered again at the sound of his deep voice so close to me and my body melted into his as his hand wandered into my hair again. He seemed to enjoy playing in my hair seeing as he had done it a few times while we were talking.

“Noo I wanna keep talking to you, I like talking to you” I mumbled sleepily. His chest rumbled underneath me as he laughed “Trust me I love talking to you to, but you need to sleep” he answered.

“Promise you won’t leave?” I mumbled enjoying his warm body underneath me. “I promise, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Your safe” he said softly.

For once in my life, as I drifted to sleep, I wasn’t scared of something happening to me in the middle of the night. I wasn’t thinking about how bad it would be when I woke up in the morning. For once I finally felt like everything was okay.

“Thank you” was the last thing I whispered before I let sleep envelope me with darkness, but one thing that I knew was that now that Harry had entered my life…I never wanted him to leave it.

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