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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10. Chapter 9

Silence- chapter 9 [not done]

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This is it, I thought to myself. This is it, the last day. Harry leaves tomarrow... Tomarrow morning it all comes back, the loneliness, the fears, the unwontedness, the feeling of being unsafe, unloved. That's exactly what would happen; all these terrible things will come back... Without Harry... I'm lost, unsafe... Completely Unloved. 

Why am I kidding myself? I'm not even sure if I'm loved now! This whole thing is confusing... Sometimes he acts like I'm 'just another girl', like he misses his old girlfriends; like I'm 'not good enough'. But yet, other times he acts like I'm his 'everything', like I'm the only person he ever 'loved', like... He's lost without me? 

All I know is: tomarrow he's gone, and all the putrid depression comes back. At that point I decided to just have the best day I could. I'm sure Harry has something planned for today... I mean, it is our last day... I got up out of bed, looked at the clock- to notice it's 7am... Why the heck am I up so early? I usually sleep till 11am. I'm not going
To go back to bed, it's our last day! I need to spend every second possible with Harry... I decided it was too early to get dressed, that and I'm just lazy. 

My first guess would be that Harry is in the kitchen- so I go there. And he's not there... But something is there...

A note. 

I cautiously walked over to the note and read it-

Baby-Cakes,
I love you so, so much... I had so much for us to do today, but Liam called me saying that Niall had broken his collar bone; so I had to go to the hospital with the boys. I'm so sorry, I'll try to be back as soon as I can... There's breakfast in the fridge for you, there's also lunch incase I'm not back by then. 
I LOVE YOU!
-Your Hazzzy 

Reading that note have me so many different feelings.... So many different thoughts... There's the bad thoughts- He couldn't have waken me up to at least tell me, or take me with him? 

Are you kidding me? Now I can't cook my own food, too? The confusing thoughts-

"I love you so, so much." Him saying 'I love you' is making everything so hard, and I don't think he understands. No matter how many times he says 'I love you', I'm still going to be unsure. It's almost like he says it too much... Like he's trying so hard to prove his point. That's it! He's trying to hard! I guarantee it!
And there's the good thoughts-

"Your Hazzzy." That means so much more then he thinks it does... It shows that he's sweet, which I already knew, caring, which I also knew, and that, even though he will be gone and around the world for a month, he belongs to me. He's MY Hazzzy... Mine. 

Well crap. Now I have to spend the day alone. And I can't even go home, for all I know Harry could be back any second. 

Wait a minute... Where's Bella? 
"Bella!" I shouted, "Bella! Come here Bella!" Nothing. Nothing at all, not footsteps, no barks... Nothing. Harry didn't say anything about him taking Bella in the note... And then it hit me. I've lost our dog... 
"Bella!" I shouted running out the door towards the lake. "Bella!" I repeated, and then I saw her. In the lake- Not just swimming, but suck. Without thinking- I darted into the lake, in my night clothes, which consisted of yoga pants and a cheap shirt. I immediately swam to Bella, unsure how she could possibly be stuck. Turns out, her collar got stuck on a gargantuan, floating, branch.

I struggled- trying to keep my head above water while using my hand to untangle my poor, helpless angle of a dog. After about twenty minutes of struggling, I finally freed Bella. 
"C'mon Bella." I said, "We don't need Harry." I tried saying it proudly, but the truth is: I miss Harry... I DO need Harry... We need Harry. 
"We'll watch movies, and I'll make us some delicious food; since I'm more then capable of making my own food." Bella barked, which I took as her showing her own joy and excitement. In reality she probably just say a bird or something much more meaningless. 

Bella and I walked on the grass, towards the front door, leaving a trail of lake water behind us. As we walked in the front door, I headed right towards the stairs and into the bathroom with Bella trotting behind me. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, thoroughly drying my body. I then bent down, drying Bella off. Her fur stood up in all directions making me slightly laugh. I brushed her fur down flat and we walked downstairs, into the kitchen. I pulled out pots and pans, setting them on the oven. Spaghetti would be enough for me and Bella. I know I probably shouldn't be feeding my dog human food all the time, but I wouldn't want to eat crummy dog food. It's just easier to feed her whatever I'm eating, plus I'm sure she likes it too. 

I poured some noodles into Bella's bowl, and added some sauce. I then made my self a plate and carried both of our spaghetti plates out to the living room. I set Bella's bowl on the couch, she jumped up on the couch and began eating. She barked with joy as I put in the movie safe haven. 

The movie finished and I decided to watch another movie. I mean, it's only 9:50am, minus well. I put in the movie pitch perfect and grabbed a fluffy blanket so that I'd be comfortable. After I covered myself with the blanket Bella hoped onto my lap and fell asleep. 
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Both movies were great, I don't think I can pick a favorite. It's about 11:30, and knowing that, I start to cry. It's almost noon and Harry hasn't even called- It's like he doesn't even Care anymore. Maybe he just thinks I might still be sleeping... I wipe away my tears  and pull my phone out. I'll just call him myself. I quickly scroll through my contacts and click Harry- the phone starts to ring. It rings once- twice- three times- four times before his beautiful voice fills my ears. Or should I say, his answering machine.

Really? Now he can't even answer his phone to me? I call again- the same thing- no answer. I tossed my phone across the floor in frustration. I'm not even going to cry anymore; what's the point? He's just going to keep hurting- no I can't say it... Harry would never intentionally hurt me. He wouldn't. Would he? My mind is being flooded with these stupid thoughts. The thoughts that I have everyday, the ones that never go away. 

I'm still laying on the couch with Bella curled up in a little ball on my lap. After about twenty minutes of thinking- I mean there has to be an explanation for why Harry's acting like this, I fell asleep. 

My blissful nap was disrupted by a loud bark. I slowly open my eyes, squinting at the bright sun. My eye sight stays blurry for a few seconds, but when my vision is clear I see something beautiful. 

Harry. 

I smiled and quietly laughed, and then I had a realization moment. All of the sudden I jumped up and flung myself directly into Harry's arms. 

"Missed me, didn't ya?" Harry joked. 
"Did you like the breakfast and lunch I left for you." I pulled away from Harry and rolled my eyes as I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

"I wouldn't know." I heard Harry stand up. 

"And why is that?" He chuckled a bit. I  took a sip of water. 

"Simply because I didn't eat it." I stared Harry down, right in the eyes. Harry began speaking- he spoke in a tone that allowed me to know he didn't really care. 

"Oh come on babe, why are you acting like this?" I dropped my jaw at Harry's question. He really didn't get it- he just didn't. 

"Me?! Why are you acting like THIS." I emphasized 'this' as I used my arms to gesture towards his body. 

"What are you talking about?!" Harry now looked concerned. 

"Harry, look at yourself! You're acting like you're my wife!" There was a moments pause before Harry spoke again, holding my hands firmly. 

"I'm sorry... I was just trying to be the best boyfriend I could be... You deserve it." I smiled hugging Harry. 

"It's okay Hazzzy... You just made me feel like I can't do anything myself... I mean, you left me pre-made food, like a wife would. You're the one who always makes the food, as a wife would. You planned this 'vacation'. Harry, honey, we're not even engaged yet... For gods sakes Haz, you're not even a woman." He laughed lightly and smiled shyly. 

And at that very moment I remembered- he wouldn't answer his phone when I called him. I rolled my eyes in frustration and pushed away from him, whilst walking to the living room once again.  

"What's the problem now?" Harry snapped. I turned around feircefully and raised my eyebrows at him.

"I've had enough of this, Harry!" I said as I stormed upstairs into our bedroom. Tears began pouring from my eyes fierce-fully. I honestly can't believe I've let Harry become this- this monster of a guy. He's become so rude, disrespectful, and even a little crazy. I began shoving clothes into my luggage bag as I heard Harry coming up the stairs. He placed his hand on my shoulder- trying to calm me down- I instantly shoot back and stared at him in the eyes- still crying. I was sure my mascara was all down my face.

"Baby? What's wrong?" I slapped Harry and he stepped back a bit. 

"Baby!" I mimicked. Harry grabbed my fists- not allowing me to slap him again and he stared at me. 

"Scarlett." With tears still falling I screamed, 

"Let me go!" I kicked him in the shin. 
"Harry! Let me go!" He refused.

"Scarlett, stop packing. You can't do this to me. I'm not letting you get away... Not now- not ever." I a few tears slid down Harry's beautiful face. 

"No Harry! Stop! Let me go! I could arrest you for this!" I struggled to free myself from his tight grip. 

"Scarlett, you need to calm down
and-" I cut him off. 

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" I screamed. 

"Scarlett, just sit down and we will talk about- what ever this is." My tears began to slow- but they're still falling. I decided before I answer Harry, I need to think for a moment. 

Why am I crying? I mean, yes I'm frustrated and highly upset... But- I- I slapped him... I slapped him before I knew every detail... And then... I kicked him. I relaxed the muscles in my body and stopped crying. 

"Harry... I'm so sorry." He smiled- glad I finally calmed down. 

"It's okay." I sighed.

"No it's not... I slapped you and kicks you when I had no reason."

"No, you did have a reason... Can you tell me what your reason was?" I winced my eyes in pain. 

"Harry... You're hurting me." His eyes dropped down to his hands that were still strangling my wrists. He eyes grew wider and he immediately released my wrist which were left with dark bruises. He softly rubbed his index finger over the bruises and looked up to me. A tear slid down his face before he spoke.

"Please tell me I didn't do this..." I refused to answer Harry's question- knowing it would only make him sad and depressed. I decided to ask the question I've been wondering all day.

"How come you didn't answer your phone when I called you?" Harry turned around and pointed to the dresser beside the bed. 

"My phones been there all day... I was in such a rush to leave for Niall that I forgot it." I sighed and stumped against the wall. Not only am I an idiot for not noticing his phone there all day but I flipped out on him for nothing... I hurt him for nothing- he hurt me because of me... I've made this whole disaster by doing what I do best- overreact. 

That night when me and Harry went to sleep, we didn't just 'sleep'. We made our last night count. 

 


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