The Fight Part Three. (1D)

Everything is going perfectly or so she thinks. But, as usual everything changes when it comes down to Harry and his violent ways. Anger, change and an inspirational journey will lead Kasey into meeting a new friend. Someone who understands her and helps make one of the hardest discissions of her life.

Will Kasey learn to cope with Harry's agression or will she return to the comforting arms of Liam Payne?

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2. The Past.

The cool night breeze sent shivers across my body as I stepped out of the large vehicle. I began to walk up the path to our house whilst Harry shut the car door behind me. Soon enough I felt the warming touch of his strong arm around my waist and I paused in my step looking up at the tall building in front of us.

 

"You'll get used to it babe." A rocky voice encouraged and I smiled in reply. I've been living with Harry for about a month now but it still feels weird. It’s always strange to think that I won't be returning back to my little house, especially now it’s up for sale. I mean, don't get me wrong, waking up every morning to such a beautiful guy lying beside me is amazing. But, I do kind of miss it. Everything I was familiar with, now gone.

 

I stood waiting as Harry unlocked the old wooden door. As it opened with a slight creak the warmth from inside swamped my cold skin giving me goose-bumps. We both entered and he flicked on the hall light as I took off my jacket and shoes. I then wandered through into the living room where I spotted Harry already spread out on the sofa. A small smile found its way onto my face as I entered but quickly fell when I noticed the mess he was still in.

"Come on." I said as I attempted to pull him up from the sofa, but my strength was no match to his. The unenthusiastic lump eventually gave in and followed my lead into the kitchen. Once in the room I turned to view the wounds scattered over his body, gently running my thumb over his injured knuckles.

 

 "You know, it doesn't hurt." Harry spoke softly as he smiled down at me. But I didn't reply, just looked up at him bringing my eyebrows together in a sharp frown. He knew why I was mad. I hated him fighting and what's worse I hated being there to witness it. The person he became when inside the ring was frightening and it terrified me. The darkness that it compelled within. The force that escaped from it and the damage it caused people. It could kill someone. It has before. But that's not Harry. Harry isn't like that.

 

Dampening a small white cloth I then began to dab over the crimson clotted skin. Harry gasped at the stinging sensation, even though he claimed it wasn't painful and I raised an eyebrow.

 

"Thought you said it doesn't hurt." I sarcastically announced as I began to dab over his left eyebrow. I could feel his body rumble as he let out a throaty chuckle and smirked. I pulled away from the towering guy taking a small step back. Suddenly I didn't feel so good. The cut across his eyebrow was in exactly the same place as it was the first time I saw him. Images flashed in my mind of the scene in the alley. The damp, grotty walls and the musty smell. The violent outburst from the dark figure. The poor guy led on the cold ground, helpless in a pool of his own blood. The headlights of a passing car lighting up his crimson stained face. I stood emotionless. Not moving, not blinking. In total shock of the dreaded memories that had returned.

 

"Kasey are you ok? You look scared?" Harry's worried voice brought me back to reality but I continued to stand there gawping at the swollen scar. I then gulped, trying to swallow away the recurring images.

 

 "Fine...I'm fine." I ran my fingers through my hair and paced out of the room taking a seat on the edge of the sofa. I didn't want to tell him what I had remembered, that was in the past. I didn't want him to think that he still scared me. Harry nervously walked into the dimly lit room and surprised me when he crouched down in front of me. I raised my head from my hands and was immediately met by his sparkling emerald eyes.

 

"Kasey...Do I scare you?" He simply asked and my face immediately fell sad. The dreaded question. I then leant forwards wrapping my arms around his neck, one of my hands roaming his perfect curls as I held him close. As always his arms quickly found themselves around my waist, his warmth comforting me.

 

"You know I would never hurt you." I felt his breath brush against my neck sending tingles down my spine. A smile began to grow on my face. This all felt so right.  

 

 "No Harry. You don't scare me."

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