Turn This Around

He was beautiful, like an angel, handsome like a god, but what he possessed within was frightfully dark, dangerous and deceiving. You look into his eyes and you're staring into hell itself and you realise he is the demon in which haunts you in you're sleep.

When Natalie Carter, the new girl in town catches the eye of the biggest asshole in school she soon discovers she's going to need more than a feisty attitude and snarky come backs to get rid of the male who stalks her. Challenged with school, making friends and trying to find her place in the world, she really doesn't need Harry Styles on her plate. Harry Styles was not good, in fact he was far from it. He was a demonic creature who had crawled from the fiery pits of hell in Natalie Carters eyes.

There is no escape once your being hunted.

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65. Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter 57

Pain. A highly unpleasant feeling of physical or mental hurt.

Anxiety. A feeling of worry, nervousness or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

Sorrow. A feeling of deep pain caused by loss, disappointment or the misfortune of others or oneself.

Distress. The feeling of extreme anxiety, pain and sorrow.

Distress sums up everything I feel right now and it hurts.

Harry's fingers delicately pressed into my hip as he supported my trembling body using his own. Tears slithered down my cheeks like little snakes before the dripped of my chin, falling somewhere far below. I felt like complete shit, I just wanted to curl up in my bed and cry all day long. Mitchell has no right to act the way he is and I honestly can't believe him. He's being a little fucker and I intend on either slapping some sense

into him or kicking him up the arse, maybe even both. How dare he try and control me. Who the fuck does he think he is?

My fingers twisted within Harry's shirt, my grip tightening as I felt my stomach lurch again. I think I've finally snapped, all this stress is finally getting to me and it's making me ill. I don't want to feel like this, I want to be able to make everyone smile so I can smile along with them instead of feeling like the bitch who hurts everyone. I don't want to be looked at in that way, I never have but now I seem to be that girl in almost everyone's eyes. What have I done wrong, I try and try to make the people I love happy but I never seem to be able to make them smile.

Tears proceeded to trickle down my cheeks in heavier waves as my choked sobs grew louder. Through the fuzz of salty water I could just make out Harry's worried expression as I huddled closer to him for support, my body trembling as I tried to keep moving forward. I hated Harry seeing me like this. The way he looked so worried, confused and pained when I cried made everything so much worse because when I was upset, he was too. He wants to protect me from everything but that is impossible to do as he can't protect me from my own thoughts and when I do break down like this he never knows what to do or how to make me better.

Today is even worse as Harry doesn't even know why I am so upset. I can't tell him though because he will either tear Mitchell to pieces for hurting me or break down himself and I cannot bare the thought of either of those outcomes. I have to lie, to protect the people I love and suffer my pains alone as I have done many times before. I'm not going to let Mitchell win though, he better look out because I'm going to Jai's barbecue whether I'm puking or not and he's going to be hit by a huge raging storm of my anger.

"Nat, are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I-I just have a headache and a sore stomach." I sobbed quietly.

"You're scaring me though, do you need a doctor or something?"

Harry's concern for my wellbeing warmed my heart, reminding me just how much he cared for me and that warmed my heart. At times I think the situation is over exaggerated in his head because he worries so much and that's where a lot of his protectiveness comes from. Today is one of those times. Harry could take me to the doctor but I don't think there is anything they'll be able to give me as I don't think any form of medication has been invented to fix a broken heart.

"I'm fine."

Harry stopped about halfway across the porch to the front door, his eyes narrowing at me suspiciously as he placed his warm hands on my shoulders. His worrisome gaze urged my fingers to my cheeks, wiping the ghastly wetness from beneath my eyes. I always feel so weak when he looks at me with such an intensity, like he's worried I'm dying but not telling him. With every tear that falls from my eyes he seems to become more and more anxious about the reason for the droplets of salty water escaping down my cheeks. I hate the way he thinks I'm going somewhere, going away, leaving him. He doesn't openly say it, but behind the vibrant green of his beautiful eyes that there is that constant worry I'm going to disappear, he even shows it in his sleep. Harry is is still afraid someone will take me away from him or that he'll lose me through death. When in reality I'm not going anywhere and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to die anytime soon.

I rolled my eyes as he studied me carefully, searching for any sign of fatal illness. I think he's the one who needs to see a doctor or maybe even a psychiatrist for his constant anxiety and anger issues, he actually worries me. Warm fingers pressed beneath my chin, tilting my head up towards him as he examined my face. I was in no mood for his annoying examination, all I wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep for a while. I needed to mull things over and then plan a way to confront Mitchell this evening. I don't need Harry poking and prodding at me as if I have a hidden illness that's going to kill me if he can't find it.

My fingers curled round Harry's wrist, roughly squeezing at it before I shoved his hand away from me, irritated. I watched as his eyes widened in surprise, hand falling to his side after I shoved him away. Plump, pink lips parted slightly, his expression changing from shock to confusion in seconds as he gazed at me. It was made evident by the look he was giving me that he didn't understand why I had pushed him away, he thought he was taking care of me.

"Stop treating me like I've got some life threatening sickness!" I snapped. "I just want to fucking lie down!"

I hastily turned on my heel, shakily crossing the porch on my own. I didn't bother glancing back at him, I knew I would only feel even worse if I did. Harry was only trying to help but right now I'm too much of a mess to want anyone's help, I just want to be left alone. I didn't mean to hurt him but he can be so overbearing at times and right now I can't handle this kind of stuff from him. I'm at rock bottom and it's difficult to climb out.

My fingers delved into my pockets once I reached the front door. The world was spinning before me and it was taking all my strength to keep myself standing upright. Sharp breaths were inhaled as I fumbled around for the house keys. Fishing the cool metal from my pocket, I moved my trembling fingers towards the lock. It took me a couple of attempts to insert the key into the lock due to my dizziness and a further few to get the familiar click of the door unlocking to sound. I grasped hold of the door handle, twisting the metal between my fingers before stumbling inside.

The floor swayed beneath me as I stumbled down the hall towards the staircase. Everything before me was a blur and I was relying on my knowledge of this house alone to get me up the stairs to my room. A wave of nausea washed over me, forcing me to stop for a moment to catch my breath. I don't think I've got much left to throw up, but I really don't want to do it again.

Breathing deeply I continued my journey down the hall and up the stairs, feeling Harry's presence behind me every step of the way. He was probably just there to make sure I didn't fall down the stairs and for that I was grateful but in all honesty, I just want to be alone. I stumbled blindly into my room, grabbing hold of the door as I turned to shut it but Harry was blocking the way.

"Nat, I jus-" he started.

"Go away Harry!" I cried in distress. "Can't you see I just want to be left alone!"

He took a step back, shocked by my angry outburst and with that I slammed the door in his face before collapsing down on my bed.

I felt like shit, my best friend was now breaking me down after spending years trying to build me back up after the grief of losing my father. It made me so sick thinking Mitchell had been there for me my whole life and supported and accepted every decision I made. But now, now he's turning his back on me and refusing to accept Harry and support my decision of being with him despite his dreadful past. He is being a selfish bastard. I finally found someone who makes me happy again after four years of smiling through the pain and trying to be an optimist as my father had been and taught me to be rather than the pessimist I had succumbed to.

Mitchell does not know grief. He lives a near perfect life with his mother, father and three year old sister as he has done his whole life. He goes to sleep with a smile and wakes up with one too whereas I fall asleep with a great fear nestled beneath my heart, fear of the memories that will come back to haunt me in the form of a nightmare and I wake up in tears. Emptiness gnaws away at you, forming a hole in which gradually grows until it completely consumes you and drags you into a pit of nothingness. I have seen it happen with my very own eyes because that is what happened to Harry. I have learnt that it is difficult to pull someone out of that dark place once they slip into it, it takes, patience, perseverance and understanding, even then they are still on the edge of being consumed by the nothingness that will stop at nothing to take another victim.

Mitchell has never understood my pain and my suffering that I have bared on my shoulders for four years. He will never understand what it is like to feel as though you killed your own father because you were stupid, weak and selfish, because you didn't try hard enough. Harry does though, he has been through more traumatic events in his life than I can count on my fingers. We can relate and we understand the tormenting pain that comes with grief. He fills the hole of emptiness in my chest and can only hope that I fill his or in time come to. Mitchell can't do that and he never will, he can only create a little hole of his own and put me through more more pain as I grieve the loss of a friendship.

***HARRY***

A dull ache formed in my chest as the door was abruptly slammed in my face, Natalie's angry words embedded in my mind. I don't understand why she's acting this way towards me, I was just trying to help, I want to take care of her. It's obvious she's sick, I mean she's thrown up about ten times and can barely stand on her own two feet. Natalie's honestly freaking me out, she's as pale as a ghost and I have no idea what is wrong with her. She seems to be in a slightly delusional state and that scares me because she won't allow me to help her and I'm worried that it's not just a sore stomach and headache, I feel like there's something she's not telling me, something more.

Hesitantly I reached for the door handle, my fingers barely brushing the cool metal before I changed my mind. Because Natalie wants to be left alone, if I go in there she get angry and yell at me and knowing me I'll yell back and last night will happen all over again and I don't want that to happen. I think I'll just give her some time to cool off and get her head straight but what the fuck am I supposed to do in the meantime.

Maybe I'll go find a supermarket or something, there is nothing to eat in this place and Nat probably needs some painkillers. Letting my hand fall back to my side, I turned around, letting my feet carry me back along the hall and down the stairs. On my way out, I grabbed the keys Nat had left in the front door when she stumbled inside, locking it again before I slipped the jangling chain into my pocket and headed to my car.

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For two hours I had blindly driven around in search of a goddamn supermarket and it had taken me another hour to figure out how to get back. I had gotten lost about a hundred times and eventually wasted all my data using the GPS system on my phone. I've always been shit at navigating and reading maps, I'm bloody useless at that sort of thing. I hope Natalie isn't wondering where I am because she's probably thinking I've gone back to Cheshire as my car is gone. Well the fact she hasn't tried to call me or text me gives somewhat of a relief but then again maybe she just doesn't give a fuck that I'm gone because she's pissed off.

The car came to a holt just outside the house as I shut the engine. I remained in the car for a few minutes, staring up at the looming building, peering up over the balcony into the room I knew was Natalie's. There was no sign of movement up there which was slightly worrying but she doesn't have to stay in there, she's probably somewhere else in the huge house.

Gripping the couple of shopping bags between my fingers, I hopped out of the car before bumping the door closed with my hip. I couldn't be bothered locking it as we're practically in the middle of nowhere and I guess that's a bonus awoken you live somewhere like this, you don't have to worry about locking your car.

The gravel drive crunched beneath my boots as I moved towards the porch. I struggled a little opening the front door, holding three bags and twisting the key in the lock at the same time proved to be quite a struggle. A few cuss words escaped my lips before the door swung open and I stepped inside, slamming the door shut with my foot. Wandering down the hall I made my way to the kitchen, dumping the the bags on the counter because I was too lazy to put the shit away.

Dragging myself back up the stairs, I made my way to Natalie's room. The door was still closed, exactly the way It had been when I leg which led me to think she was still in there. Quietly I pressed my ear to the door, listening for any form of scuffling or sobbing in the room beyond. Much to my dismay there was nothing.

My fingers hovered over the door handle again as I debated whether or not to knock. Deciding against the idea I slowly twisted the handle, pushing the door open a crack. I glanced around the room as I peeked inside, my eyes in search for the beautiful girl hopefully hiding somewhere within. There was no sign of her though and that led me to pushing the door wide open so I could get a better view.

My eyes frantic eyes softened almost immediately as I spotted Natalie curled up on the bed with her shoes still covering her feet. She was lying on top of the covers, her jacket still wrapped around her shoulders which led me to think she had crashed almost immediately, too exhausted to remove her shoes and coat or even to pull the blankets back. Her hair flayed out across the pillow, her eyes still a little red and puffy from crying.

Slowly I approached the bed, trying not to wake Natalie from her much needed slumber. I was pleased to see she didn't look as sickly as she had previously. There was now a healthy pink flushed across her cheeks. I watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took, air slowly being released from between her lips as she exhaled. A stray piece of hair fluttered in front of Nat's face. every time she did so which compelled me to lean over her and gently pushed her hair back behind her ear.

Crouching at the foot of the bed, I took hold of her left foot, gently bringing it towards me as I unlaced her her white converse. Carefully I slipped the shoe of her foot before dropping it to the floor. The second shoe soon followed. I smiled at the sight of her odd socks, it was adorable how one was black, the other white. I loved the way she didn't really care about what others thought of her, she was individual like that. I don't think Natalie had ever liked following other people and being mainstream. She wants to be different and she bloody well is and I love that about her. Nat follows her own rules and isn't compelled to follow in the way of others. She doesn't put up with shit from anyone. Fuck! She doesn't put up with my doesn't put up with my shit and that seriously says a lot. God, I love her so much.

Crawling onto the end of the bed, I crept up her body. Carefully I reached forward, pinching the zip on her jacket between my fingers before pulling it the last third of the way down. I grinned to myself as the pendant I gave her came into view. She hadn't taken it off since I asked her to be my girlfriend. Not even when we're making love or when she showers. I hope she wears it forever because it is a token of my love.

My gaze moved from the silver paper plane to her face before I slipped an arm under her back, lifting her slightly up off the mattress . Her head lolled agains my shoulder as I struggled to remove her jacket. Natalie's warm breath tickled at my throat, sending shivers down my spine as she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck. Gently I slipped one sleeve off, finding the second much easier to remove. The material slipped from her body and into the bed before I moved it, draping it over the headboard.

Grabbing the corner of the duvet, I yanked it back along with the top sheet, revealing the warm confines. My left arm hooked under her knees, my other arm coiled around her back as I scooped her up into my arms. My gaze lingered on Natalie's face for a moment as I held her against my chest. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, so innocent and pure, despite the fact I'd tainted her with my blackened fingers, marked her pale skin with dirt and taken her body. Natalie will always be pure and innocent to me. Whilst I will remain filthy and scared by the sins I have committed.

With much care, I lowered her sleeping body down onto the mattress again, pulling the covers up over her. Leaning down, I delicately pressed a kiss to her right temple before moving my lips to hover over her ear.

"I love you." I whispered softly.

My hands pressed to the mattress as I moved to stand up, only, I didn't get as far as that. Before I had the chance to stand again, a set of slender fingers caught hold of my wrist, yanking it out from beneath me. My eyes widened in surprise as my body fell forward onto the bed. My other wrist was soon snatched up, pulling me closer. Being half on and half off the bed proved to be a rather uncomfortable position as the girl who had been asleep woke up and suddenly decided to drag me onto the bed.

Natalie's green eyes glimmered with warmth as a radiant smile lit up her face. By some miracle I managed to pull myself back up onto the bed with her. The duvet twisted beneath me as I sprawled out beside her, propping my head up on my hand which had been kindly released from her tight grip. Her fingers intwined with mine, locking at the knuckles as she lovingly squeezed.

A sense of relief washed over me seeing her smiling at me rather than yelling. Obviously she was feeling better, her mood much improved after a nice sleep. I don't know what I would have done if she woke up and was still angry at me but I'm glad it didn't.

"Harry, I'm sorry." She whispered.

Tenderly she reached out with her free hand, wrapping her arm round my neck. Natalie didn't need to apologise for being angry at me for a moment after all the shit I've put her through. But it made me feel better to hear she wasn't angry at me any longer. When it comes to Natalie I am extremely selfish but I don't think either of us really care. Grinning like some lovesick idiot I rolled over until I hovered above her.

Natalie's arms coiled round my neck as she pulled my body towards her, holding me close. Her touch evoked a series of shivers down my spine, the coy grin on her face displaying to me that the little pleasurable shiver hadn't gone unnoticed. Her fingers slithered up the back of my neck, tangling between my curls as she intently watched my expression. My eyes fell closed as Natalie gently tugged at the roots of my hair. I loved how she knew all the special places I liked to be touched and kissed. She was the only one that knew my little secrets.

I've told Natalie almost everything there is to know about my screwed up life, she is the only one I feel safe to share my problems with. She lit up my world when I was in the darkest of places a person could ever be. Happiness is not a feeling I have experienced often in my life as I have spent most of it running and hiding from my demons. No one ever used to smile at me like the way Natalie does, like she loves me. No one ever gave a damn about me because one cared. I was always pushed aside and forgotten like a toy a small child loves for five minutes but then finds something better to play with only no one loved me.

I spent my whole life running from my demons, trying to escape but one day I gave up and just stopped. I let the catch me and drag me down into the bottomless abyss of darkness and swallow me up. For a long time I wanted to die, to find sanctuary in death. I was afraid though because I knew I would end up in hell after everything I have done.

Natalie doesn't care about those past sins I've committed, she loves me for who I am and I think I've finally come to terms with that. Natalie is so pure and innocent despite the dirty finger prints I have tainted her skin with and the fact I have taken her body. She will always be pure and innocent to me and I will always be the the filthy, sinful creature I am. That cannot be changed.

Natalie gives me a reason to live, in fact she is the only reason I have to live. She saved me from losing myself, she gives me life I never had. She makes me feel free. Natalie makes me want to live now. I don't know where I would be today if I hadn't seen her and pursued her. It frightens me to think that if her mother never decided to come here Natalie and I would never have met and I would be still be the hateful man I was. I never want to go back to that life, I want this life, a life where Natalie is the point my whole world revolves around.

I'm going to fight. Fight for her. Because I want to save myself.

"How are you feeling, beautiful?" I asked, leaning down to press a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Much better." Natalie smiled. "I'm sorry for being a bitch before, I know you were only trying to help but I could barely see or think and I ju-."

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. I didn't care she had snapped at me earlier, she felt sick and I was being annoying, that's understandable. I'm just glad she isn't still angry because with she was I'd be upset. But she wasn't and when she's happy I'm happy. Shit, I sound like a lovesick puppy. I need to stop with the cheesy thoughts.

Natalie grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking slightly at my roots as I moulded my lips against hers. I smiled against her mouth upon her a small giggle escape her lips as I dug my fingers into her sides, tickling her lightly. I loved her laugh, the way it escaped her lips so musically as she squeezed her eyes closed and scrunched up her nose. Her laugh alone can bring a smile to my face.

I drew back slightly, disappointment evident on her playfully pouty lips as the kiss was broken. Our noses lightly rubbed together as I pressed my forehead against hers, watching as the frown vanished from her face a smile taking its place. Now it was my turn to playfully pout.

"So I basically drove around completely lost for about three hours trying to find a supermarket and finding my way back after getting you pain killers to discover you're okay." I playfully growled.

***NATALIE***

My eyes widened a little as Harry told me he'd driven around Doncaster for three hours lost because he was getting me painkillers. I wasn't sure if he was joking or telling the truth, the look on his face was a little hard to decipher. It was a cross between joking and the truth, I couldn't quite figure it out.

"Wait." My expression turned serious. "Did you actually?"

I watched as Harry sheepishly nodded, a small grin tugging at the corners of his plump lips, silently laughing at his own idiocy. My heart squeezed with the thought of Harry driving around Doncaster searching for a supermarket to buy me painkillers after I'd been so rude to him. He really was the most adorable guy ever. Harry was so thoughtful and sweet, he knew exactly what to do to pull at my heartstrings and that's one of the many reasons why I love him and hate him at the same time.

It's funny how I can almost imagine him sitting behind the wheel with his face contorted into a frown as he cusses out the road, the town and every driver that goes by. It's hilariously adorable watching him get frustrated for a while but then it turns into worry because you realise he's getting angrier and angrier and there's that possibility he will charge down the next car he sees. Knowing he went through all that just to find something to make me feel better warms my heart.

"I love you." I cooed.

My hands moved to cup his cheeks, lightly pinching each of them between my thumb and forefinger as he tried to squirm out of my grip. He has the cutest cheeks especially when his little dimples make an appearance. I find the small indents incredibly attractive, especially on Harry.

My hands were playfully swatted away after Harry's cheeks had received more enough affection from my grabby fingers. My arms curled around his sides, fingers settling on his lower back as I buried my face into the crook of his neck. I wanted to show him how sorry I was for acting the way I did although he seems to brush off my apology like it doesn't even matter. But it does matter because I want him to know how much I love him. Small kisses were pressed to the top of my head as he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tight.

There was silence between us as we cuddled, our bodies pressed closely together as we held each other lovingly. We didn't need to speak because the feeling we were trying to alex press was portrayed in the simple embrace we were currently positioned in. All our love was clumped together in a bundle of arms and legs as we silently snuggled up together.

"I got some stuff for that barbecue Jai was talking about, if your up to going."

My stomach lurched at the thought of seeing Mitchell but this time I didn't throw up or cry because I was ready for him. I had spent a while thinking about him when I first curled up in bed, bawling my eyes out over the thought of losing him. I had felt awful for some time before a small thought slowly crept up the back of my mind. If Mitchell wasn't going to accept Harry and the choices I made for myself was he really of any worth to me. I'm not asking him to like Harry or anything, I just want Mitchell to give him a chance but he can't even do that. If Mitchell isn't going to do that one simple little thing for me then maybe we shouldn't be friends.

I plan on confronting Mitchell alone and get Jai to drag Harry to his room to play X-box or take him to the pool while I give Mitch a good kick up the arse. He decides he's going to stick with the I hate Harry thing then that's his problem but I'll be letting him know our friendship has a nice big ex before it. It's going to hurt, if it does work out that way but it will be for the best because I don't want a friend who is incapable of showing loyalty and trust. At least I'll still have Harry and Jai, if Mitchell doesn't want to be a good friend than he can fuck off and find someone else to criticise because it most certainly will not be me or my boyfriend.

My hand pressed gently to Harry's chest as I sat up, pushing the covers back before hopping out of bed. Before we go I need to have a shower and clean my teeth, I probably smell and look like shit and I already know I feel it. A nice hot shower will do me good.

"I'm going to take a shower. " I announced. "Then we can go."

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"Left, Harry. Left!" I exclaimed.

Harry turned the steering wheel and the car twisted in the opposite direction to the one I wanted him to take.

"No! Your other left!" I cried.

"But that's right!"

"Oh." I sank back down in my seat, embarrassment clear in my cheeks.

I'm eighteen years old and I don't know my bloody lefts and rights, five year olds probably know them better. A small chuckle was emitted into the cozy atmosphere as Harry removed one hand from the steering wheel, gently placing it on my thigh. His touch was soothing as he gently squeezed the muscle beneath my pale skin whilst skilfully doing a u-turn at the same time.

The warmth of his warm touch had tingles shooting through my body. That was the sort of effect Harry had on me. Even the most simple touch had my body trembling. His sneaky fingertips slyly pushed the material of the dress I had chosen to wear up my leg, revealing a little more of my pale flesh. His touch tickled at the inside of my thighs, fingers wandering dangerously close to the thin material of my panties as my legs squeezed closed.

I gasped quietly as he lightly brushed over the material, despite the difficulty he was probably having trying to move his hand between my legs. Catching hold of his wrist, I gently pried Harry's hand from between my legs before it could go any further because I really don't think that his is the time or place to be doing this sort of thing. Though Harry is a skilled driver, I think there is a high possibility of crashing the car if he lets his fingers continue in the direction they were heading. I would like to get to Jai's place in one piece. So instead I took hold of his hand, gently resting it upon my lap as I played with his fingers.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him smiling, he appreciated moments like these when he would simply sit in silence and enjoy the others company just as much as I did. Quiet was what we need at times, peaceful moments where no words were exchanged yet we acknowledged the presence of our other half and enjoyed listening to their deep breathing and watching their grin widens. Gently I brushed the pad of my thumb over his busted up knuckles, delicately caressing the damaged skin as it slowly healed over. His wounds were looking much better and mine finally seemed to be on their way to recovery. The redness had gone down and both our hands looked much improved to the bloodied, bleeding mess they had been last night. I couldn't help but wonder if his hand was itchy because mine was and it was taking everything I had to prevent myself from scratching at my hand. I didn't want to risk reopening the wounds in which had just scabbed over as I knew that would slow the healing process and I would only have to suffer with the damn itch for longer. So despite the urge to scratch and scratch and scratch I kept my nails away from my opposite hand, using Harry's fingers as a much needed distraction.

A few moments past, that comfortable silence lingering between us as Harry drove. His eyes remained fixated forward as we traveled along the road on the correct direction to Jai's house. I still can't believe I said left instead of right, maybe I hit my head earlier, I don't really remember much of the journey I embarked on to get to my bedroom but I do know I woke up in there. My eyes shifted from Harry's hand, to Harry's face, his beautiful features much more interesting than that of his hand. I smiled at the sight of seeing him focussing on the road ahead as he drove. I think I've expressed my feelings on his driving expression before but I still find the look he wears extremely attractive.

Harry seemed to sense my gaze, his head turning towards me briefly as he caught me out for staring. A grin graced his plump lips as a small wink was sent my way before his eyes returned to the road. My fingers tangled between his as I looked back down at my lap my heats warm with a rosy pink flush.

"You look really beautiful tonight." Harry quietly complimented.

I felt my cheeks heat further as he affectionately expressed his liking towards the clothing in which adorned my body. I was wearing a simple purple dress which held my chest nicely but flowed freely at my waist, fluttering down my thighs where the hem rested just above my knees. The sleeves came down to my elbows, warming my puny biceps and I had chosen a pair of flowery Dr. Martens to match the dress

nicely. The jewellery Harry had gifted me with hung from my wrist and neck whilst my hair was sitting atop of my head in a messy bun or a 'birds nest' as Harry likes to call it as I had been to lazy to even attempt to tame my tangled mane. A few swipes of mascara had lengthened my already long lashes marginally and my lips shimmered slightly with the pale lip gloss I had sparingly spread across my lips.

I received a light squeeze of the hand from Harry after his ever watching eyes picked up on the bright red that coloured my cheeks. He absolutely adores knowing he's the one who causes my blush ninety nine percent of the time, I don't even need to use blusher as my face is almost always speckled with pink warmth. I rarely get to see him blush, he is almost impossible to embarrass and on the odd occasion that I have it was never anything more than a brief flare of pale pink. He does it to me with such ease that it almost appears to be his second nature.

"I didn't think you liked my hair like this." I remarked. "You called it a birds best."

Harry took his eyes off the road for a second, grinning widely at me as he quickly consumed my appearance again.

"That's why I love it." He laughed. "Because one day a birds gonna land on your head and lay an egg. I'll make you bacon and eggs for breakfast on that day."

I couldn't contain my giggles as they fell from my lips in uncontrollable bursts of laughter. Harry was an idiot, an adorable one but an idiot all the same. Though its highly doubtful that a bird is going to lay an egg on my head, the idea is pretty amusing.

"I hope a baby chicken hatches from it and shits on your head before you can cook it." I stuck my tongue out immaturely. "In fact I can get a

Chicken to poop on your head when we get home."

"You wouldn't dare."

I grinned quietly to myself as I relaxed back into my seat. Harry was right, I wouldn't dare because if I did pop a chicken on his head and it shit on his head I doubt he'd ever let me run my fingers through his luscious curls again. But the thought I must say is rather amusing.

The engine continued to rumble beneath us as time ticked on by. It was about half past five and I knew Jai's parents wouldn't really mind what time I popped in, they never really had as I had practically been a member of the family. I felt so welcome with them, the treated me like their own daughter and I felt at home there. In the time my fathers passing that had been a real help for me as they were there to support me whilst my mother suffered her own grief for sometime.

I think one of the reasons I love it here so much is the the people. Almost all of them are so kind and welcoming, even the gang of dicks I used to go to school with, swore ate them from the pack and they're totally different people. Living in a remote area in Doncaster binds you more closely with people as there aren't as many as there would be in larger towns or cities. You know almost everyone and with that brings a feeling of constant security and safety. People are kind here in this small populated town in Doncaster, Cheshire is different.

It's peaceful here.

Ten minutes later we pulled up in front of Jai's house. It was almost replica of mine in which lay a couple of hectares across the stretch of land in which out fathers had jointly purchased about twenty years back. The houses had been designed to match the other as it had been planned out in two young boys dreams a long time ago. A small smirk quirked at the corner of my lips as Harry squinted at the house obviously trying to figure out whether this was the place or I had made him drive in some ridiculously long loop back to mine. The genuinely confused look on his face compelled me to put him out of his misery and simply explain to him why Jai and I had twin like homes.

"Jai and I live on the same property, the houses were designed to match." I explained in the most simple way as possible. I wasn't really in the mood for launching myself into the story of this farmland.

"For a second I thought you made me drive in a circle." Harry chuckled in relief.

I shook my head, beaming widely as I peered through the windscreen at the several numerous cars parked in various areas of the grass. I knew the black jeep was Jai's parents along with the silver Toyota. A blue ford was recognised as being being Katrina's which I was slightly confused about as Jai was scared shitless by the intimidating girl. Maybe Evie's here and Kat came along to just to terrify the poor unsuspecting males inside. I really feel for them. The rest of the cars I couldn't quite remember seeing or didn't know the owner well enough to recall the car.

Harry's hand fell from mine as I fumbled with my seat belt, eventually getting it to pop open, freeing me from the restricting strap. Leaning across the space between our seats, I pressed a small kiss to Harry's jaw. A small grin was before both of us turned away, pushing open the car door. I closed mine again, listening to the quiet slam as the wind forced it shut.

It was cold again which brings me to the conclusion we'll be having an indoor barbecue. The wind had picked up a bit and the temperature had dropped quite obviously. I regretted deciding against bringing a jacket although I'm pretty sure it'll be warm inside. Jai's place always is. I wrapped my arms round myself, trying to warm myself as I patiently waited for Harry to retrieve the pack of beer he had brought earlier today when he drove around lost.

I must admit it felt a little weird bringing beer to my best friends parents house but we were all legal, except for Evie if she is here so I guess that's cool. It feels so odd though, I fell like I'm doing something bad, or maybe that's just my seventeen year old subconscious telling me I'm not old enough to consume alcohol. She hasn't quite disappeared yet, I don't think.

The beer bottles clinked together as Harry collected them from the back seat before slamming the door shut behind him. He took a moment to lock the the car again before moving to my side, his hand catching hold of mine. A small squeeze of reassurance was shared between us but to whom the assurance was meant for I am unsure. I know he is nervous about meeting more of my friends and family and that really upsets me because I can't be certain of them liking him this time. With my own family things were different but with Mitchell in the stroppy mood he's in I can't be sure of the percent of approval stamps he'll receive. My own fear is generated around Mitchell as I am frightened of the outcome of this evening. I want to stay as friends but whether we do or don't is up to him. I guess we're both kind of reassuring each other without really knowing it.

Slowly we made our way across the gravel towards the familiar looking building. I cuddled into Harry's side, sharing in his radiant warmth he gladly offered me as we climbed the few stairs up to the porch. Before I knew it, the pair of us were standing before the looming wooden barrier in which was the boundary between the chilly outdoors and the warm inside of Jai's abode. Lifting my hand from where it hung limply at my side, I moved to ring the doorbell.

A couple a seconds ticked on by after I had pressed the button before the sound of feet padding towards the front door became audible. By now a certain uneasiness had settled in the pit of my stomach and it had every right to be there as the door was yanked open and we were met by a pair of harsh, dark brown eyes and an angry scowl. My breath hitched in my throat as I realised who it was, my hands curling into fists as I set him with a hard gaze to match his own.

"Mitchell." I breathed.

 

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