Safe with you

Cassie Briggs has just run away from her home, where she gets a daily beating from her abusive father. She has just moved to England where she will try and find a new life of her own. But while she is there, she finds a boy who might just take her on the best adventure of her life. While they are seemingly safe together, her father is not giving up on finding her, however. Will she be safe, or will she fall?

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6. In the car

In the car, Harry blasted music and instinctively, whenever I hear a song that I like, before I can help myself, I'm singing. And, of course, Harry simply HAD to put on my favorite song of all time, Titanium, so, before I can stop myself and remember that Harry is in the car with me, I start singing my heart out. 

I hear Harry singing as well, and his voice sounded like a dream put into sound, and I was so captivated by his voice, (while I was still singing) that when he stopped singing, I was so caught up in thinking about how magical his voice was, I didn't even notice! 

After a few seconds, I noticed Harry just staring at me, smiling cheekily from ear to ear, and it occurred to me after another few moments that one, I hadn't stopped singing, and two, that he was listening to me, and that's why he was smiling. 
I instantly stopped self consciously and blushed, embarrassed. 

I had never really sung in front of anyone before besides in the car with my parents; they always told me that I had a great voice, but I never really took it seriously, just dismissing it as that thing that parents do where they tell you that you are great at everything. 

To my surprise, Harry then nearly shouted, "No! Keep singing! You are amazing! Please don't stop!" 
And this of course made me blush even harder, turning my cheeks to a deep pink. I mean, being told by one of the best singers of a world famous boy band that you are amazing at singing is something that you don't just dismiss. 

I smiled meekly at him, still pink, while he just continued to flash me his brilliantly perfect, straight, white smile. 

The song was still playing, but it was just background noise. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, just staring into his big, beautiful, sparkling, emerald eyes. I wanted to keep seeing that amazing smile forever. I wanted him to hold me tight, and never let me go, and in that moment, I knew, I had fallen in love with Harry Styles. 

Then I remembered my father. No, the proper name for him would be my abuser, my beater, my worst nightmare. I remembered the way he would grab me, kick me, elbow me, punch me, and then he always finished off the beating by grotesquely forcing his tongue in my mouth, sucking what felt like the life out of me, while he would feel my body, and I had no choice by to try to scream, try to cry, but over time, I ran out of tears. I ran out of screams. I could no longer hurt. It was all numb; including my heart. 

And in that moment, I remembered how I promised myself that I would never love a man, because I could never open up to a kind of human that would do these things to anyone. And if my dad does, who else does it? I will never know, so I decided that I could never open up my heart, my soul, my love, to anyone, ever. 

But Harry was different, right?

How could I know?

I snapped back into reality where I remembered Harry was sitting in the car with me still, an expression on his face that I had never seen on anyone before; a mixture of worry, care, fear, and love, all mixed into one. 

Wait, love?

Maybe Harry would be different, maybe he did care about me and who I am and my heart and everything about me, but it would take time to know. And how do I know that my far beyond broken heart would ever be able to repair its self and learn to love again?

Geez, I need to stop getting side tracked.

I did another reality checked, and noticed that Harry had stopped the car. He had pulled over, not quite at his house yet, but he had still pulled over, why?

He still had that same expression on his face, and I also saw him studying me, looking to see if I was okay.

Then he asked, "Are you all right love? You got really pale and looked like you were going to lose your lunch we had earlier, so I decided to pull over and make sure everything was okay, which now I can tell, it's not."

I forced a fake smile and replied with completely fake reassurance, "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Uh, no you're not. I can read people better than you think, especially if I care about them." This made me smile, he said he cared about me. No one has told me that since my mother died. 

"Okay, you're right. But that is an explanation for another time." I said, not planning to tell him at all. 

"Oh, and you might want to consider some acting lessons, love. I bet my dog would have been able to tell that what you said was BS." He said sarcastically. This made me smile, and before I knew it, we were uncontrollably laughing until we finally pulled up to his house. No, excuse me, his CASTLE. 

His house was bigger than our public library, which is three stories high and is also huge all around. I mean this house was absolutely STUNNING.

I let out a loud gasp as my jaw almost dropped onto the floor, making him chuckle.

"Here we are, love. Welcome to your new home."

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