When Two Worlds Collide

Becca is a student in her last year of school- she hates it; she's always been picked on by the popular crowd. But when she falls for one of them and he falls for her, her family disapprove because of his bad boy reputation that she doesn't really know much about; until she attends a party with him.. Where will love take them?
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15. Chapter 14

Becca's POV:

“Can I see you? We need to talk.. I'm worried about you” Louis lets out a sigh before ending the 9th voice message through my phone. And that's just today- he's left tons over this past week. I came straight home on the Sunday morning after the party and didn't really talk to Louis all that much when he dropped me off. It's Thursday and my parents are nagging me to go back to school. I haven't been in since Monday, nor have I spoken to Louis since early Sunday morning.

I stroll into the school gates; taking my time seeing as I'd rather not be here of all places and quite frankly my head is all over the place. I still can't believe it all and I still have no clue what to do.

“Oh. Hi Bec” Joe greets me with a smile. I fake a smile and nod toward both him and Emma. The pair of them have gleaming faces with massive grins; they're up to something, I can tell. “What have you both done?” Sniggers escape from Emma's mouth as she looks from Joe to me several times. “Who's telling her, me or you?” She grins. Joe studies my expression- which is blank and fairly straight faced before replying to her, “Er, I think you can” he nervously looks to his side where Emma is stood holding a sheet of paper. “Well, while you were off ill the school told us they're holding a fashion show. But not just in front of the school, it's in London with professional models and infront of judges or something! Apparently, if they like your look they'll take you on!” She exclaims all exicted. “Oh.. So I'm guessing by your reaction, you've signed up for it then?” She bites down on her bottom lip slightly, “Not exactly. We-” her finger points between herself and Joe, “Signed you up”. I'm furious right now. Me of all people?! Why the hell would they presume I'd like that and sign me up for this?! They both know I don't like being the center of attention in cases like that. “You're kidding right?” A small nervous laugh escapes my mouth. “Nope!” Joe pops the 'p' more than usual. “Well un-sign me because I won't do it. Why would you even do that?” “Well we just thought it might boost your confidence a bit ya' know..” Emma trails off. “What by having everyone stare at me whilst I'm on stage? Having everyone judging me? Being surrounded by the popular girls who are all twice as pretty as me and then models who are well.. MODELS! I wouldn't even fit in, I can't believe you've done this. Whether you un-sign me or not, I won't be turning up to it.” I frown at the pair of them. We've been best friends for years now, surely they should realise that I wouldn't even put myself through the humiliation of all that? That it'd make me so uncomfortable and make me feel worthless seeing all those pretty girls and women up there? Or am I just overreacting? “Alright, alright!” Emma starts and Joe finishes, “We were only trying to do something nice”. Maybe I am being silly, a bit too harsh on them. Or maybe it's because everything's on top of me at the moment. Have I mentioned that I'm falling behind in a few subjects? No? Well I am and that's unlike me. Not to mention the stuff with Louis and this 'gang' making me worry 24/7 and now this just tops it off I suppose. “Can I-er- speak to Becca for a minute please?” I hear Louis' voice from behind me. My eyes automatically roll and I let out a loud huff. “Erm.. Yeah.. Sure” Joe says whilst also eyeing up Louis before both himself and Emma walk across the hall to join a few others. “What do you think you're doing? We're not meant to let people know we stil-” I'm rudely cut off by Louis, “Why have you been ignoring me?” I play it cool and decide on being fairly blunt too. “Ignoring you? I haven't”. “Becca. I've called you everyday, left messages, sent texts; you've not replied to anything and you've been avoiding school”. I shrug, "So?”. “So we need to sort this out. I've been worried sick about you”. “Well, I'm fine aren't I?” My replies are still as blunt as anything and I'm trying to keep my focus away from his. “That's not the point. For all I know they could have done something to you”. Our eyes meet. As I look into his, I see sadness and love at the same time but most of all, I can actually see the worry in his eyes. They lock further on mine as mine do to his and after the first time within a week without seeing him, I feel myself being pulled back in; getting lost in those beautiful eyes of his. Nothing manages to exit my mouth, only a few stutters, “I-I”. He stares at me and lets his hand touch mine softly. I quickly snap out of it; I have to. I'm still clueless on what to do with this whole situation and would staying away from him really be a bad idea? Maybe Zayn and my parents were right after all.. I really don't know what to think at the moment. “Well they didn't and I'm fine so you can stop worrying ok?” My legs start to carry me further away from him. That's until he grabs my arm and pulls me so my back is up against the lockers with him in front of me. His arm is placed round my front and leaning against the hard, cold metal- preventing me from getting out easily. “No. You don't just get to leave like that. I don't know what's going on Becca. I hate it. I hate this” he points to the space between us with his spare hand before continuing, “Us arguing. Do you think I really want you in any danger?” he pauses for a second; raising his eyebrows at me. “Hm? Because I don't and all I'm trying to do is help and protect you, yet instead your shutting me out. I don't know what to do with you”. “Well that makes two of us then doesn't it?” I scowl up at him. He hovers his face over mine and places his lips ever so close to mine. “I'm sorry” he barely whispers. His head slowly leans down further so our lips are touching. I stand there still as he places a wet and gentle kiss to my lips. Except, just as he does so, I move my head so he ends up kissing my cheek. “Emma and Joe are across the hall. If they'd turned around and seen that they would have told Zayn and then-” I shake my head and leave my sentence be. His face drops slightly as I push his arm away and walk off. He needs to understand though. I mean it's not something you usually get told; that you're boyfriends killed someone. You could say I'm in the worst possible mood right now. The day's only just started and already I can't wait to go home.


Zayn's POV:

“Yeah, I'll leave in about an hour. I just want to stay with Becca a bit longer. She's really quiet. I know something's up but she won't tell anyone” I sigh into the phone. Holly wants me to stay over tonight and that means leaving Becca on her own. I wouldn't mind usually but I'd rather leave a little later so she doesn't have so much time here by herself. Something is seriously up. That's the problem. She hasn't eaten properly since Sunday and she's been shutting herself away in her bedroom; not talking to anyone. The door bells rings through the house- startling me a bit. I open it up to see the familiar face of.. I can't remember his name, did I even ask for it? Well anyway, it's that Jess' brother. “Hello? What do you want?” I speak. “Is Becca in? Can I see her please?” He actually seems a pretty decent guy so I don't refuse. “Yeah, I'll just go get her. Come in”. “BECCA! SOMEONE'S DOWN HERE FOR YOU” I shout up the stairs but only to get no reply. “BECCA!” Once again, she doesn't reply, “She's probably fallen asleep”. “Oh.. Can I just go up? She might be alright once she realises it's me” I nod but stop him before he takes off his shoes. “Just one thing.. Did something happen at that party? She's not been right since she came home on Sunday” He shakes his head. “Not that I know of. She seemed to stay with Jess and I for most of the night”. I remove my hand from his shoulder and we end up having a small talk for what seems like forever but is infact like 10 minutes. “Well you best go see her” I tell him and set him free to wander upstairs.


Harry's POV:

That was awkward to say the least. When I walk into Becca's bedroom, she lies there asleep on the bed. Her eyes shut together peacefully and her body tucked under the cover. She hasn't noticed I'm here because she hasn't even moved. I sit down carefully and quietly on the seat opposite her bed. I don't bother waking her up. From what I can see she looks shattered- as if she hasn't had a good nights sleep in ages. “OH IT'S YOU!” she jumps up from her laying position. “You scared me I thought you were tho- someone else”. “Nope. Just me” I shoot her a smile. She looks down at the exposed part of her upper body and covers it over with the duvet. “I-uh got hot” she blushes. I let out a giggle, “It's fine. I sleep like it all the time”. “How did you get in here?” She quickly changes the subject. “Your brother let me in. Anyway..” There's a short silence- not in an awkward way though. “What's up? You and Louis aren't really speaking, you look worn out, tired and pale and apparently you haven't been to school either”. Her face drops, “Geez Harry. Make me feel better why don't you”. I shuffle along to the other side of her bed and sit myself down beside her, “No. That's not what I meant; you still look stunning. But I know you're not ok”. She huffs deeply, “He told me. I never knew it was this bad Harry. I thought it was just some drugs and that; nothing major. Not actually killing someone” she fiddles with her hands, not knowing what to do. “You do realise that if we hadn't of killed him, Louis wouldn't be here today right?” She nods but keeps her face lowered still. “Yes but it's not just that is it? Now they aren't going to stop until they've got what they want. And that thing is me”. “I know it's hard love but we are here for you. All of us” I do understand the way she's feeling. She's innocent- done nothing wrong at all and now she's been dragged into all this. She's probably so scared of what they're capable of. Who wouldn't be? “I just don't know what to do” and once again she sighs. “Well, whatever I'm here for you. Always.” I lean over and hug her- she actually hugs me back; tight. Almost where it seems as thought she's holding on for dear life, “I'm so scared, worried, angry, confused. I just-”. “I know” a blob of wet falls to my t-shirt from her eyes but she soon turns from sadness to a light laugh. “This doesn't feel right..” Confused, I give her a puzzled look, “What doesn't?” “Because I'm only in my underwear” “Well it doesn't bother me all that much” My eye twitches indicating a wink to her. She hits my arm in a joking manor, “Harry! I need to get changed. Cover and close your eyes please”. I nod and use my hand to cover my eyes. Except, I don't close them. So I can still her just very slightly as she wanders round the room in her underwear, frantically trying to find something to put on. I don't think I've ever looked at someone the way I look at her. Ever felt the way I do when I'm around her with anyone else. I know she's with Louis but I just can't help it. I think I have feelings for her but I know I have to put them aside.. For now.

A knocking on the bedroom door along with Zayn's voice sounds as he opens it, “Are you ok here for the night? Holly wants me to stay at hers” Becca nods, “Yeah. I'll be fine.. Mum and dad not back tonight then?” Zayn shakes his head. “Nope, both at work.. I can always stay and not go to Holly's if you want?” Becca insists but I know she's lying when she next speaks, “No, you go! I'll be fine here on my own Zayn” she ends with a small smile; which is a front. Deep down I know she wants someone with her. You can tell just by the way she acted when she first saw me and thought it was someone else. “Ok. Don't forget school in the morning either Bec” he sarcastically adds whilst walking back downstairs. Not long after, we hear the door bang shut; leaving just us two alone. “I'll stay as long as I can” “No you don't have to Harry” she persists. “Well, I want to so I will. Lets watch a film?”

We both decide on watching 'Grown Ups' seeing as it's a funny film to lighten her mood. However, she ends up falling asleep half way through, leaving me watching it by myself. She's huddled herself up into my body. I don't bother moving her- it'd only wake her and she seems pretty comfortable. Becca turns over onto her back and kicks the cover off the top of her body; revealing part of her legs. The baggy nightshirt she had previously slipped on earlier had now rose up; sitting just on her hips where she'd tossed and turned every now and then. I go to pull down the shirt but notice scars or should I say cuts along the top of her leg. And many of them. What's worse is they seem pretty new- fresh wounds. I then take a look at the other leg and use my hand to feel the bumpy skin where she's quite obviously been harming herself. Do I wake her and ask about it? Do I leave it until she wakes up? Or do I completely ignore it all? A tear forms in my right eye as I look back to her face. She seems so peaceful when asleep. Little does anyone know just how broken she really is. And if I'm honest, I don't even think anyone else has even noticed.. Not even Louis.

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