Four Years Later... (Sequel to 'Behind the Truth')

*Sequel to 'Behind the Truth'*

It's been 4 years. 4 years since I moved to New York. 4 years since I left my friends. It was difficult, but I planned to cope without them.

Ever wondered you could turn back the time and wished you were young again?

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Carter Hanson hasn't seen her old friends in four years. She changed, they changed, everything changed.

Sometimes, Carter can't seem to take a break. Not even when she reunites with her old friends. And yes, her old friends are the world-famous boyband, One Direction.

Follow her journey to see how complicated her life is even when her friends are on her side. Secrets are meant to be hidden, but eventually will be revealed.

"Sometimes I have the luck that every girl wants, but not the life..."

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19. Derek.

Harry's POV:

 

I stood outside Louis and Eleanor's bedroom door, waiting for the right moment for me to figure out how I was going to tell them what was on my mind. For a while now, I've been getting this sort of feeling that I couldn't really describe. Maybe I thought-- just maybe-- they would help me understand.

I slowly knocked on the door when I heard their voices stop. "Come in." I stepped in, gently closing the door behind me and walked towards their bed. I gave them a weak smile, making them soon realize something was wrong.

"Hey Haz, what's wrong?" Louis asked.

"I need to talk to you guys.." I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers.

"Anything for you, Harry." Eleanor smiled, holding my shoulder. "What is it?"

I sighed, "Lately... I've been having this... feeling. I don't think it's anything bad about this feeling, but I have this sense it's something... emotion-related. I know I'm sounding really crazy right now, but I can't get that feeling out of my system, you know? I-It's different. W-Way different."

I saw Louis and Eleanor glance at each other when I looked up at their reactions. Eleanor just nodded at Louis. "This... feeling..." Louis started, his elbows resting on his knees, "..does it have something to do with you.. liking someone, perhaps?"

"It could be Taylor-"

He cut me off, "I mean, someone else?"

I thought about it, but nothing came to mind. "No..." I said slowly. 

Louis cleared his throat, "When did this 'feeling' start?" Now he was sounding like a therapist.

I shrugged, "Couple of days ago?" I tried to guess.

"When was the last time you and Taylor hung out?" Eleanor chimed in. 

I looked into space, trying to remember the last time Taylor and I hung out together. "A few weeks ago..?"

They glanced at each other again, somehow looking like they figured something out. "Do you know this feeling?" I butted in.

"U-Uh, well..-"

"You know what? I-It was stupid. Never mind. I should have never asked you guys. I bet it's nothing." I tutted, standing up from the bed. "But thanks for trying to sort things out." I paused when I made it to the door. "By the way, can we not tell anyone about this? Thanks." 

 

I needed a walk.

 

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Carter's POV:

 

I slowly backed away when he came closer to my bed. "W-What are you d-doing h-here?"

He stepped closer, smirking. "I came to see you, silly." I could see the bruises on his face, looking like it was slightly healing. "Now... what happened the last time I saw you?"

I ignored his question. "M-My parents are d-downstairs..." I warned him.

"Nah, they let me in. Then, they went downstairs to buy some take-out. Which means I have a few minutes to get back at what your little friends did to me."

I was scared-- not even-- terrified of what he could possibly want to do to me. So, I ran. I ran as fast as I could in pajamas. I ran downstairs to the lobby and into the cold air. When I passes by my parents, they yelled for my name. But that didn't stop me. I wanted to run away from them, from Derek, from everyone.

I continued to run a few more blocks before I ran into someone, causing me and the person to fall backwards. "Gosh, I'm so sorry." I sniffled, quickly wiping away the tear stains on my cheeks.

"Carter?" 

I looked up. "Harry?" I mumbled.

"Are you alright?" He tried to look at me, but I kept turning away so he wouldn't see that I was crying. 

"I-I'm..." I felt his hands on my arm, putting them down so he could see me. "..fine."

"No, you're not. Have you been crying?" His deep, British accent made it hard for me to answer.

I lowered my other hand, "Is it noticeable?"

He quietly chuckled, "A little bit.... Do you want to talk about it?"

"I-I don't-"

"We can go back to the hotel-"

"No, I really don't want to be indoors anywhere right now.." I said quietly.

He sighed, "How about the park then?"

I gave in, "Okay.."

 

-

 

A few minutes later, we got to the park where it was nothing but empty. I took a seat on a swing, shortly followed by Harry. I swung a little, but looked down at my flip-flops. 

"Oh, here.." Harry suddenly mentioned. He took off his coat and hung it around my shoulders, finally feeling the warmth I needed from the cold breeze.

"Thanks." I mumbled as he sat back on the swing.

"So, do you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything."

"It's kind of a long story.." My lips curved as I shrugged. 

"I have time." He said.

I stared at the ground and began from the beginning to where my life made an edge. He seemed like a really good listener, considering that he's been rewinding to all the things I said to him. It was a sad story to me, but to him, it seemed like a sad love story. 

When I finally finished, I found myself sitting on the ground, cuddled up in Harry's arms as he comforted me. I didn't know how we ended up like this, but it just happened.

"...so that's where I end up here." I finally finished. His hands rubbed my shoulders, shushing me to relax and take a moment. 

"I'm sorry, Carter." He said a few minutes after a long silence. 

I lifted my head up from his shoulder. "Why are you sorry?"

He looked at me, "It seems so difficult, you know? And I'm sorry for all the troubles they put you through." He reached for my hand. "You don't deserve it."

I let out a smile as I looked down at our hands. "It's cool. I guess.. I have to get used to it." I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at our view of the park. It was dark and cold, but it felt nice. The cold breeze made it feel as if we were the only two there. What I liked the most was that it wasn't an awkward silence, it was more of a comfortable silence. All I can say is that that was the highlight of my day.

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