Silence (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Eighteen year old, Scarlet Nights isn't like most teenagers. She still lives with her parents, she doesn't have a job, and that's because of one thing. She doesn't talk. She can talk, she just doesn't. She sings, she stays in her room all day, starring out the window singing. Nobody knows why she doesn't talk, simply because she won't tell anyone. On her 19th birthday a special fellow comes along and maybe, just maybe, she'll open up. Or will she stay speechless forever? Is it to late to change?

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11. Chapter 10

Author's Note: Hello guys! I know, I know this book has been getting a bit stail and boring... but I can promise you  it's going to get much, much more interesting starting in this chapter! I'm going to try and make this chapter long but I have then main parts planned out and i don't predict it to be an extremely long chapter... but I will try! 

To be honest when I write I sometimes forget about things and... well that will explain this chapter... I really don't want it to be like this but I couldn't think of any other solution... :(.... But it will probably turn out better this way anyway so.... YAY!

CHAPTER TEN TIME!!!!

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As I still lay in bed, I constantly turn from side to side- unable to get comfortable and fall asleep. I turn and look to the clock- It's five a.m. Something is highly bugging me... I'm seriously worried and unsure what to do.

I mentally flick myself in the forehead- DUH Harry is litterly lying right next to me, I'll talk to him about it. I turn onto my other side- facing Harry. He's so cute when he sleeps... and it's only five in the morning... I should really let him sleep... But then again, he won't mind... Will he? 

I mean... I can honestly say that I fully- and I mean completely- trust Harry after last night.  I mean, we've been dating for a  month and twelve days, I've had many doubts about him... I'm not sure why though... For some reason I just didn't fully trust him when he said "I love you". 

Okay, Okay. I'll wake him. Besides, if I don't and he finds out that I'm upset, and didn't talk to him about it, he'll be disappointed in me, and I really don't want that. I gently poked Harry in the shoulder- hoping he'd wake up. He didn't. I forgot, he's a heavy sleeper. I sighed poking his nose- but all I got was a moan and he moved his legs, slightly shifting. I laughed slightly while thinking of a solution- playing with his hair. I gently entwine my fingers in his soft, messy curls and quietly say, "Harry." His body shifted slightly signaling me that it is, in fact, working. I continue playing with his curls and repeat myself, "Hazzzy... Hazzzy-bear..." His eyes slowly opened and he began speaking in a ruff, raspy voice- his 'morning voice'. 

"Wha- what time is it?" I smiled at Harry, still playing with his curls. 

"About five thirty in the morning." It's hard to read his expressions, he's half asleep and probably won't remember this conversation. 

"Why so early?" He seemed to be some-what more awake. 

"I'm just a bit worried." That seemed to fully wake him, it seemed as if his attention was fully on me. 

"What's wrong, love?" 

"My mom hasn't called me the whole time we've been here." He raised his eyebrows- it's obvious he doesn't understand why that's so bad. 
"Harry, my mom would usually, at least, text me once a day- but she hasn't even done that... I'm worried." Harry wrapped his arms tightly around my body and spoke softly.

"I'm sure she's fine." 

"Harry... Can we go check on her." He smiled softly, trying to reassure me that everything is actually 'okay'.

"Sure."

"What time do you have to leave for tour?" Harry frowned. 

"Ten." I sighed and let my head fall so that I was staring at the ground. Unexpectedly, I feel Harry's hand under my chin forcing my head to be held high. 

"Your tiara almost fell." He smiled, at first I thought it was kinda corny- but I've never herd of any other guy ever saying that. And now, now I think it's really sweet. I let out a shy smiled, and Harry took that as an advantage- he kissed me. But this kiss was different from all the others... This kiss made me feel as if I was... Was floating. Like there was a million tons of butterfly's flying around in my stomach. Like... Like there was fireworks going off in my mind... This kiss was special... And I was left with only one question... Did he feel it too?


I don't have time to think about this, I need to go check on my mom- stepmom- no, my replacement mom. 

"Harry we need to go and check on her, now please." I held his hand and stared into his eyes waiting for him to agree. 

"Can't it wait till at least six am?!" I didn't say anything, I just continue to stare at him- using my eyes to beg him. I knew it'd work and I was right. 
"Okay,okay fine let's go." I quickly jumped out of bed, since I still had hold on his hand I practically dragged him down the stairs and into the car. 
"Woah, when did you get so strong?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Harry, please. No jokes, I'm very worried. It's a bad time to make jokes." He pouted his lips as held the door open for me and closed it behind me. He hoped in the drivers seat and drove off. It's only about a two minute drive so it should go by quick. 

And I was right, it did go by quick. However, it would've gone by quicker if Harry and I would've talked in the car. I know Harry said that 'everything was okay' and that 'there's nothing to be worried about', but I think he's just as worried as me- I can see it in his eyes. We got out of the car and stopped when we got to the front door. I had my hand on the door knob and I was about to open the door but I was stopped. 

"Wait." I looked at Harry confused, why should I wait. Who knows what wrong with my, uh, replacement mom.  Harry held up his hand, but since he was holding my hand, my hand was in the air as well.
"Look at our hands." I raised my eyebrows at Harry, where's he going with this? 
"Notice how we are always holding hands, our hold is always strong... Remember that, no matter what's on the other side of this door I'll always be here for you." 
"Thanks Harry, that made no sense, but thanks. Now I'm opening this door and you can't stop me." I flung open the door and there was silence, nothing but silence. No floor creeks, no one speaking, not a sound of wind, not a ticking of a clock or the tiny pitter-patters of a mouse within the walls. 

 

Pure silence. 

 

I looked up to Harry, my eyes full if worry.  His expression was very confusing to read, he looks as if he's entirely scared, but at the same time he looks as if he doesn't have a care in the world. He nods his head as if giving me permission to walk in and search. I drop Harry's hand and cautiously walk into the house. It's quite creepy. I mean, I've been gone- only for a week- and this place is all dusty, and completely quiet. Most of the curtains appear to be closed so it's pretty dark too. I search the dining room and the kitchen- nothing is to be found. Harry searched the living room and there wasn't even the slightest hint.

"Harry..." I said in a worried tone, which completely got his attention, his eyes were completely focusing on me.

"Yeah, Scarlett?..." I took a gulp of air, this scenery is getting really scary- knowing that my replacement mom SHOULD be here. 

"Isn't it a little bit odd that the door was unlocked?" By the look on his face I could tell that he hadn't even thought about it.  
 
"Let's check upstairs." I looked at Harry a nodded, agreeing to his suggestion. We cautiously walked up the stairs- hand in hand. Every once and a while a floor board would creek, and when it did, we practically screamed. I guess it's just the fact that we don't know what to expect... So many things could happen at this very moment and we don't have a clue. 

"Harry, you check the bathroom, I'll check my room." He nodded and released my hand as we went separate ways. I'm standing in front of my door when I realize, it's probably not a good idea to split up. For all we know, a murderer could be behind anyone of these doors. I place my hand on the doorknob and close my eyes- taking a deep breath before opening the door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

 


And it's the sight I see that causes me to drop to the floor, on my knees and cry. And that's when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I didn't bother to move, scream, or even turn around. I could tell my the pattern of footsteps that it was Harry- I know, I know it sounds creepy but I've been with him 24/7 for a week now... And within seconds Harry squats down by my side and slips his hand around me. I quickly swing around and wrap my arms around Harry. 

"She- She's go-gone." I said between sobs. Harry whispered in my ear- trying to sooth me. 

"Shhh, Shhh it's okay. Everything will be okay, and that's a promise."

"Bu- But." I tried to prove him wrong, nothing was okay anymore; but he wouldn't let me beleive that.

"Shh... I promise." He lossened his grip from around my body and stood up. He held down his hand and helped me up. I can't beleive this... It's like the world doesn't want me to have parents... My birth parents died, and now both of my, urm, replacement parents died too. Tears still steadily fell down my face as Harry led me downstairs and outside. I honestly can't believe I just say my... My mom... Dead. On my bedroom floor. And that wasn't the worst part. 

 

She was holding a now shattered picture of me and her. 


She died missing me, she died worrying about me. I was the one thing on her mind when she died... 

 

 

!#*#Harry's POV#*#!

 

 

I decided it was best not to cry, no matter how badly I wanted to, I knew I shouldn't. It make it worse for Scarlett, I needed to stay strong, show her everything will be okay. I led her down the stairs and into the backyard, it's clear she needs some fresh air.

"Wait here, I'm gonna call an ambulance." And with that I walked back into the house, I know Scarlett hearing this will make her sad...

911: Hello, 911, what is your emergency?"

Harry: I'm with my girlfriend and we found her mother dead.

911: What's your address, sir?

Harry: 342 Henwood Lane 

911: Paramedics are on the way.

I was about to say 'thank you' but the lady had already hung up. I walked back out into the yard where I found Scarlett sitting on the grass- her eyes flooding with tears, still. It absolutely kills me to see her like this, I try to help but nothing seems to work. I sit down next to her and pull her into a hug again. Her head rests on my chest and my shirt becomes practically soaked with her tears. I whispered in her ear,

"Paramedics are on the way." She lightly nodded, not wanting to say any words. Within a few seconds the sound of sirens started to come closer and closer until the ambulance pulled into the driveway. 
"C'mon Scarlett. We need to go talk to them." She looked up to me,

"Why ca- can't I wa-wait here?" She said between sobs. 

"I don't want someone to come over to you and question you, you're safer with me." She nodded and wobbly stood up, a paramedic walked up to us. 

"Hello, my names Susan. Are you the one who called?" Scarlett rested her head on my should, I could tell she wasn't going to be answering any questions. 

"Yes, by the way, I'm Harry, this is Scarlett."

"Very good, is it her mother?"

"Yes, well, her real mother and father died, this was a 'replacement mom'." Susan, the paramedic, nodded as if she completely understood. 

"And where's the body?"

"Second floor, first room to the right." 

"When did you find her?" 

"About twenty minutes ago."

"How long has she been home alone, sir?"

"Today would make it a week."

"Very well, we'll go check. There's a very good chance she's still alive. Thank you for being cooperative." I nodded, and with that the Susan and two men walked into the house. 

I turned to my side and fully engulfed Scarlett's body's in my arms. I had to do something to comfort her. But nothing's working. I mean, she completely has the right to be upset but I can't bare to see her like this and I feel like I could've prevented this from happening. And I could've, I could've checked on Scarlett's mom everyday.... But instead I was too busy making Scarlett upset. Maybe I should just go, leave Scarlett alone. From my eyes, I'm doing everything wrong and completely messing up her life. I now understand when she slapped and kicked me yesterday...

I looked down and say the dark bruises on her wrist. And THAT'S what made me cry. I've been staying strong this whole time, trying to make her feel safer. But seeing that I bruised her like that made me realize something, I'm just hurting her. Inside and out. 

But wait. 

I did that to her last night, and if she didn't love me, she wouldn't have let me make love to her last night... 

She DOES love me. She REALLY DOES. 

Her tears started to slow down, and in that instant I did something I wasn't prepared to do. I quickly turned her around so that she was facing me. 

"Scarlett come with me on tour." Her tears completely stopped and she looked at me like I was wearing a clown suit and a big floppy penguin hat. 

"I can't." And in that moment, I swear my stomach flew up into my throat. 

"Yes, you can. I can't leave you like this. I can't leave you at all." She smiled,

"Harry, I can't. I have to stay back here and handle everything with my, um, mom. And I haven't even met Zayn, Liam, and Niall yet."

"Who cares? They'll love you! Come on, Scarlett. Please, please come with me."

"Harry, I can't."

"Please." That's all I could say, it's only a month but I can't leave her like this. I honestly feel like I've just been stabbed in the heart with a flaming arrow. 

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Not this time anyway." 

Why can't she just be another girl? Why can't I just like her? Why do I have to care about her so much? Why can't I treat her like just another girlfriend? Why does she have to be so much more? Why does she have to be so pretty, kind, innocent, adorable, lovable, loving, caring, sweet, perfect. Why is she so perfect, to me? Why do I have to be this crazy about her?! 

And that's when it hit me.

 

 I love her. 


I mean, I know I've told her that before. But it's different now. I've never felt this crazy about anyone before. All the other girls I've said 'I love you' too, that meant nothing. It was 'fake' I thought I loved them. But I didn't. I love Scarlett. I've only ever truly loved her. 

I was to busy thinking about how much I care about Scarlett to realize the paramedics already left. I sighed, her mom really did die. 

I look at my watch, it's seven now. 

"Boo, it's time for me to go." Scarlett's eyes stared at me, I can tell that's the last thing she wanted to hear right now.
"Can't you please come?" She didn't answer me, she kissed me. 

"I'm sorry, but no."

"Okay..." I sighed, "Will you be staying at the lake house then?" She sighed and smiled at the ground. 

"Yeah, I guess that's home now." I let out a quiet laugh. 

"Hey, homes where the dog is." She looked up to me, her eyes full of confusion. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laughed quietly. 

"It means don't forget to feed Bella." She chuckled. 

"I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too, boo." I kissed her forehead and with that I got up and got into my car and drove away. And I hated it. I can't stand being parted from her. I know it's only a month but it feels like years. But she'll be okay. I know she will. 

 

 

 

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi! Sorry if it stunk, I'm sick and can't think too well. 

SCARLETT'S MOM DIED! :(

HARRY LEFT FOR TOUR! :(

SO MUCH SADNESS! IT BURNS!

(No, I am not, in any shape or form, okay.)

There's good and bad news. 

Bad news: I'm ending this book soon. Probably around chapter 12 or 13. :(

Good news: I'm making a book two! It'll still be Scarlett and Harry... Maybe. I haven't decided. MWHAHAHA 

Anyway...

Did you like it?

Was it long enough?

Took me all day!

Thanks for all the reads and votes! And thanks for all the nice comments! They brighten my day so much!

Bye!

 

 

 

 

 

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