Breaking down Walls

Harry's beloved Joe left him because he broke their trust. He regrets everything he did. For two years on the night she left his heart shatters. When the boys help him find her, Harry has to break down her walls to save her.

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2. memory

Harry p.o.v.

I woke up.

It was that day. The memory was picture clear, she left me on this day two years ago. "Are you alright mate?" Zayn's voice filled the room. I must have been loud to get him to come in here. "Yeah, just a bad dream." "Was it about that girl?" When we got put together on the X Factor I told them about her. They said I should forget about her. But two years later I still think of her. I nodded. "Mate, you need to let her go." "I know but its hard to. I remeber that day perfectly."

 

~flashback~

I knocked on her door. She said she needed to talk to me about something. "Hey babe." I smiled at her, but I didn't get one in return. That was the first time. She walked me into the 'parlor' as she calles it. Her dad has funerals here and this is the room where they are held. We went out the back door, through the woods, and into the meadow. It was a little area, no trees just grass, but it was early January so just snow. "What's up?" I asked calmly. She looked down at her feet. My heart was begining to fall thinking it has something to do with me. "I don't think we should see each other." "What why?" "I can't trust you, Harry, I'm sorry." “I need you, don’t leave me.” “No Harry, I have to, I can’t keep doing this. It’s over.” She said. “Joe, I’ve done so much for, you can’t just throw that all away.” I pleaded. We can’t end things like this. I care too much, someone needs to protect her. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I trusted you and you destroyed that trust.” I made a couple of mistakes. That doesn’t mean I destroyed her trust. I can’t let her go. We’ve been together ten months, but it feels longer. She can’t just give up on us. “I can’t let you go. Besides you will build up walls. I know you.” “Then someone that actually cares and loves me will tear them down.” “But I do care and love you!” I shouted. She shook her head no and walked away. I grabbed her wrist but she pulled away, leaving me there in the freezing cold.

~flashback over~

 

It was the begining of 2012, two years later. I miss her so much. She ment so much to me, I actually saw myself with her the rest of my life. That is why I don't like having long relationships, I don't want to get hurt again. "Do you really love her?" "Of course I do. I can't live without her." He left the room and my best bud Louis came in. "Haza, we will find her don't worry." I smiled a little and hugged him. I want to be like him and Eleanor, Liam and Danielle, and Zayn and Perrie. Niall and I are loners. He was dating that Amy girl for a bit, but he broke up with her. "Thanks Lou." He smiled and nodded then walked away. 

I took a shower and put on my normal clothes. Black skinny jeans, white shirt, and a grey beanie. I made sure to keep the curls showing. I grabbed a muffin and plopped down on the couch and checked my Twitter. Like normal tons of girls asking me to marry them. "Oi turn that up!" Zayn called to Niall who was watching the news. Who watches the news? "Local residents of England's Holmes Chapel were murdered. Keith and his wife Mia King." It went to comercial. I jumped off the couch and ran to the table that the tv was on. "Move!" I pushed Niall off the chair and took his place. They never said Joe, she must be alive, or died within two years... "Welcome back now more on the topic."

 

~story~

Keith and Mia King were found dead in their home. Both taking a gun shot to the head. Mia was stabbed in the chest multiple time also. Their daughter Joe was out when all of this happened and found them when she returned. The bodies will be burried on January 6th at Holmes Chapel cemetary."

~end of story~

 

My jaw I swear was on the floor. They started playing a slideshow of pictures of the family. "I'm going home to see my mum. Bye!" I yelled while running to my room to pack. This was my chance to get her back. 

I got my ticket and was bording the plane. I was happy yet upset. Her parents were just murdered, I could make things worse. But oh well. I will just go to the funeral and see her. At least she will know I care about her. On the way I dropped one of my suitcases and had to try and grab it. "Shit." I mumbled. Why the hell did I bring so much crap?

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