Tough Love

April Parker's life is a mess... Then she meets a boy, and he helps her through life. Will she learn how to love again? Or will the one person she starts to love leave? April doesn't want to take chances. She doesn't want to be left behind again... Will she make thing better? Or end up pushing him away?


2. Chapter two: Adapting

I was in my new bedroom, for now, laying on the bed just thinking. About how happy Paul must be now that I'm gone. Or sad that I'm not there to clean up all his messes. Then I hear a knock at the door, interrupting my thoughts.  

"Come in," I said. Harry peeked his head in and slowly came in. 
He green eyes fixed on me, 

"Comfortable?" he asked. I couldn't help notice his British accent. I was way more than comfortable. I sat up on the bed and criss-crossed my legs. 

"As comfortable as I could be," I said with a small smile. He nodded and moved a little closer to the bed shoving his hands in his pockets. He wore blue jeans and a baggy blue V-neck. 

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you walking alone in the rain?" I motioned for him to come sit, then he sat right beside me. I shouldn't put all of this on him cause we just met, but I kinda wanted to talk about it with someone since I hadn't before. 

"My step dad... He abused me.." I said quietly. Harry's face looked concerned and his mouth dropped open a little. "He completely blocked me from the outside world, and I don't know why but I was constantly grounded." I looked at the floor trying not to cry. To late, my vision blurred and a tear slid down my cheek. I felt Harry's eyes on me. "Before I left we got in a fight, I snuck out to go a party at my friends. He didn't like that too much..." I lifted up my shirt to reveal the bruise on my stomach, then quickly put it down. "When I left I walked until... I got here... so all night." Flashbacks of the beatings and shattered glass filled my mind. 

"Oh my god..." Harry said speechless.
"Sorry for dumping this all on you" my voice shaky, barely covering the sob that was about to break out. 

"It's okay, really," he said. There was a silence so I felt like I needed to continue. I kept my voice low and spoke slowly. 

"My mom died a few years ago... and my brother left so, it's just me and my step dad." He edged his hand toward mine ever so slightly, until I felt his fingertips brush my hand. I uncurled my fingers and let his slip around mine until I could feel the heat of his palm pressed against mine. 

"I'm so sorry April..." he said. His voice sincere and kind. He looked into my eyes. There were tears spilling onto my cheeks and I couldn't help it. 

"Please stay here as long as you like, there's no rush." I smiled a little and nodded. We both looked down to see we were still holding hands. I blushed, 
my muscles tensed and I pulled my hand away from his. He balled his fist and shoved his hand in his pocket. He looked at the ground try to cover up the pink in his cheeks. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand. 

"So.. uh tell me about yourself," I said trying to change the subject. 

"Not much to say other than I live with my mom and sister... and my dad died in the military when I was nine. 

"Oh... I'm sorry" I said. 

"It's fine." There was a moment of silence, then he looked at me again.

"Well if you need anything, I'm across the hall," he said getting up and going towards the door. 

"Will do. Thanks again," I smiled. He twisted the door knob and opened the door. 

"You're welcome, again" he smiled back and left to go to his room.  When he left I looked around the room. It was really nice like they grew up in a rich family. The walls were a classic baby blue color. A large mirror stood on a dresser on the far side of the room, opposite of the door. There was a blue table lamp on the dresser. All the furniture was white except the sky blue bed sheets and sapphire colored pillows. Two mini dressers were on each side of the bed, the room was perfect! And I was now glad to be living with a wonderful family. Still... I felt guilty for staying here, without giving something in return. 

          "April! Dinner honey!" I heard Harry's mom from in the kitchen. I got to my feet as I made my way downstairs. I could smell the familiar fragrance of spaghetti coming from the kitchen. I walked in, and was immediately amazed. The kitchen had white walls, the table fits four people, so its big enough for us. A white refrigerator, wooden picture of the last super above the sink, and a  built in pantry next to the stove. The counter tops are dark Granite with several different shades that will go with anything. The flooring is a shiny hardwood. I thought it was the  absolute best room in the house. 

"Your house is absolutely beautiful," I said. Harry was already sitting at the table, stuffing his face with spaghetti.  His mom looked at me and smiled, setting another plate.

"Thanks! Your such a sweetheart." She said, her green eyes sparkling. I sat down at the table. The plate of spaghetti in front of me gave off a light steam. It's looked Delicious, but I waited until everyone started before I did. It made my mouth water and it smelt great. The spaghetti was perfectly cooked not to crunchy, but not so soft that you could smash it with your tongue. It's covered in meat sauce and topped with parmesan cheese. I tried to eat slowly, so I didn't look like a pig, but it was soo good. There was a garlic biscuit filled with warm soft chewy bread. All the flavors surrounded my mouth. Even after I tried eating slow I got done before everyone else. There was silence at the table. A few times I'd look at Harry and catch him looking over at me. 

"Looks like someones got an appetite!" his mom says looking at me. I laughed and wiped my mouth with the napkin beside me. I stood up and put my plate in the sink. 

"If you don't mind, can I do the dishes?" I asked his mom. Since I didn't have any money yet, I should help out someway. She looked at Harry, he shrugged. 

"Oh, that's sweet, but you don't have to," she said. 

"I want to," I said smiling. She looked at Harry again, then smiled and left. I'm guessing she wants me to do the dishes. Harry rises his eyebrows and smirked. 

"What?" I said confused. He walked over to me, pick up the dish rag, and stood next to me. 

"Nothing.. I'm gonna help," he said. I picked up the soap and turned on the water. Warm water sprayed my hands as I started scrubbing the dishes. I passed him the wet dish and he dried it. He reached behind me and turned on the radio. My favorite song came on and I couldn't help dancing. He looked at me raising his eye brows then bit his lip trying not to laugh. 

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" I said, there was an edge in my voice. He couldn't hold it anymore and laughed out loud. 

"Nothing.. Your an amazing dancer," he said sarcastically. Without thinking, I picked up the green liquid soup and squeezed it on his shirt. He put his hands up, he stared at me in disbelief. I put a hand to my mouth trying to hide a smile. 

"Oops," I said trying to look innocent. 

"Oh, you did not just do that." He was trying to be serious, but I could see a smile forming. "You wanna play hard ball? It's on!" he said grabbing the bottle from me. He held it over my head. 

"You wouldn't..."  I said. He replied with a hard squeeze of the bottle. Cold liquid seeped through my hair, it dripped and tumbled down my head to my shoulders. I screamed, I couldn't help it... It felt weird. 

"Green is a nice color for you," he said laughing. Oh, he wanted to play? Okay lets play. I turned around trying to look for something to get him back with. A devilish smile formed on my face, I grabbed a handful of flour. I turned around and threw it at his face. He stopped laughing and wiped his eyes. Before he could do anything else I ran to the living room. I turned around to see him running after me. I tripped on the a table in front me landing on my stomach. It didn't hurt, I just laughed. He came behind me, tripping over my feet. He landed next to me. I rolled over to face him, I smiled. 

"I got something for you," he said. He opened his hand and blew flour all over my face. "I win," he stood up and held out a hand. I took it, I felt my heart skip a beat. Even with flour on his face, he looked cute. His smile lit up the whole room! Did I mention his dimples when he smiles? My chest felt really tight and I had an overwhelming fluttering pain that made it difficult to breathe. My stomach felt queasy. I promised myself not to get involved with him. It would probably end up bad and I'd be heart broken. 

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. 

"Anything for you," he said back laughing. 

            Later that night, I showered and got changed. Harry's mom brought me cotton pajama pants and 
a light blue tank top to sleep in. Which I was guessing were Gemma's. They were so warm and comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that the clothes were a little big, but not much. I didn't care at all, I was just happy I found a place to stay and clothes to wear. 

        I put my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. After that, I turned off the light in the room and laid in bed. The comforter on the bed was so fluffy and soft. The pillows on the bed were overwhelming, the softness against my skin was unbelievable. I could sleep on this bed forever, this is like a cloud! It was a big change from the dark, gloomy room I used to. I was exhausted from walking all night that I was so glad to finally be able to sleep again. I closed my eyes, dozing off. Darkness surrounded me, then all my thoughts ended at once. 


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