Complicated Love

it's about One Direction and an unlikely complicated relationship.


8. Complicated Love- Chapter 8


Chapter 8- My Moment

I couldn’t stop thinking about where we could be going, especially since I didn’t recognize this area of town, but every negative thought I had was canceled out by me saying I trusted him. Finally we arrived at our destination and got out. Harry came to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I had no clue where we were, but this place was beautiful. I walked a few feet away from the car and onto the grass. Harry hugged me from behind and set his head on my shoulders. He told me we would stay here all night if we had to, as long as he found out what seemed to be bothering me all the time. He saw the color drain from my eyes and said, “You can take as much time as you need to. Tonight is about you, and I’m going to listen. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you, and I won’t hurt you. If you need something, let me know and I’ll get it for you. If you have any questions, ask them. I will find an answer.” By now we were laying in the grass far enough away from the city to see the stars and the moon clearly in the night sky. It was truly magnificent. And I knew I found my moment. I asked, “Well…where do you want me to start?” Sweetly he responded, “Wherever you want to begin.”  I thought for a minute, and then began talking. “When I was a little girl, my parents always used to fight. Not a day would pass without a fight. My mom was a very disagreeable person. She couldn’t even get along with her friends most of the time. From what I remember, she was always sick. She claimed it was because our house was moldy, but we didn’t have the money to clean it even if it was. When she wasn’t in bed, she was out with her friends at some sort of group weekend get-away type of thing. She always came back a little bit relaxed, but anyone who knew her knew that she couldn’t relax. She had to fight about something, anything. She has gone to the doctor numerous times. Each time she came back without any sickness.” I paused and Harry asked me the question I was expecting at some point, “So where is your mother now?” It took me a couple minutes to fight back tears and get my voice back to normal before I answered him. A soft whisper into the stars came out, “Dead.” A few more moments of silence. I guess Hanaa also remembered to tell Louis I hate it when people say they’re sorry. “She was killed. She didn’t have a job so she stayed home all day until it was time to pick me up from pre-school, or she had to run an errand she didn’t trust my dad to do. One day, she was at home. The door was unlocked like it always was, but this time someone came in. a man tried to rob us, and my mom got in the way. She was healthy enough to get out of bed and walk around the house to find the source of the noise. The front door was wide open so the police think she grabbed a bat after realizing someone else was with her. She didn’t call for help. She was too strong willed to think she needed any. She went into the room where the robber was, but there were more than one. One person was collecting stuff, while the other one stood guard in case the plan back fired. The police report says that my mother held the bat up ready to strike, when the man came behind her and smashed it into her head. They said even if she lived, she probably would’ve been blind. The back of her skull was cracked and she was killed on impact. The two who robbed us never took anything, but my mother away from me. It’s been almost 10 years and they haven’t found the men responsible. My school called my house over and over wondering where she was. Hanaa’s mother called the police when she got home from work and wondered why our front door was open. She found my mom first, and called the police. They called my school and the police picked me up and drove me home. They wouldn’t tell me why I was there, but I knew something was wrong because cops were surrounding my house. I got out and my dad ran to me, picked me up, hugged me tight and said with as much strength as possible ‘looks like it’s just you and me now. You know what I’ve told you about stories in the newspapers about robberies and murders right?’ I nodded my head slowly and asked if that’s what happened to us. He told me evil men came into our house and hit mommy really hard, that she went to Heaven, and we’ll see her again someday. Even though I was only 4, I remember the funeral, the visitation, the sorries, the hugs, the family, the pain, and the love. Even though my parents almost never got along, my dad still loved her enough to say she was going to Heaven and that everything was going to be okay. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react.” I said turning my head to look at him. He looked at me with sheer bewilderment, and said, “I can’t imagine what that’s like. But I do know; I will not hurt you. Anything you need, whether its money, or comfort, or just a way to get your mind off things, I’m here. I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.” Then I said, “You really don’t mind if I dump my problems on you? Hanaa is really the only one I’ve ever told this to and I know she understands, but are you alright?” Harry replied, “Claire, there’s no way I can even begin to imagine what has happened to you, or how you feel, but this night is about you.” He said getting closer to me, wiping away my tears, lips almost on mine, “I’m here to listen. Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself and really think about yourself.” For a moment he paused and in the moonlight his brown curls looked like the calm waves of an ocean at night. He brushed my hair off my face and I traced his cheek with my finger. He kissed me, and I could feel his tears running down his face. He was crying too. He was crying for me. Not for anyone else. He’s not lying. Tonight is about me. In that moment I realized, I was going to be okay as long as I was wrapped in his arms and his kiss was all mine. He pulled away and glared into my soul. I knew he could tell what I was thinking but was waiting for me to say it. So I did. “As long as I’m wrapped in your arms, and your kiss is all mine, I’ll be okay.” I smiled the best smile I could and laid my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and we stayed there, gazing at the beauty of the stars and the moon. He held my hand and I held his. The steady beat of his heartbeat soothed me and eventually I stopped crying and fell asleep. 

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