We've Been Through It All

Tori has been best friends with Harry since she was born. They're been through thick and thin together. Break-ups to marriages. But, when one of his best lads comes into the picture, how will it affect their relationship?

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2. I Can Count on You

"We're here." Harry said. 

"Thanks for walking with me." I said.

"No problem. See you tomorrow." He said, waling away.

I watched him walk away for a couple of minutes, and went into the house. I always hated coming home. My mom was always at work, and her bum of a boyfriend was always on the couch. Trying my best to go up stairs and not cause a problem, he starts.

"Where were you at, little missy?" He says, getting off the couch and wobbling over to me. I could hear the drunkenness in his voice. 

"I was at school, and walked home. My mother didn't pick me up." I said. 

"Well, go make dinner. I'm hungry." He said.

I looked at him and thought to myself, do I really want to argue right now. "No, I'm not your girl friend, and I'm for damn sure aren't your maid." I turned and started walking towards the stairs. 

"Hey, come here. I'm not done talking to you and I did not dismiss you." He said, and grabbed my arm. "Now, like I said go make dinner, you little bitch."

Not meeting his gaze, I tried to rip my arm free. He tighten his grip and made a nasty grin. 

"Always trying to get away. You're not going anywhere until I get what I want. Either you walk into that kitchen and get cooking or I'll drag you in there and make you." 

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes, "I'm not doing anything for you. Now let go of my arm, you piece of shit." 

He let go and looked at me with anger in his eyes. Before he could reach out and try to hit me I ran upstairs. This wasn't an unusual thing in my house, when my mom wasn't around. He would always lay his hand on me, and I would tell. But my mom always took sides with him. Once I got in my room I slammed the door shut, and locked it. 

"Slam another door, and watch what I'll do to ya!" He yelled.

Ignoring him, I grabbed my seriously cracked ipod and put my headphones in. I turned up the volume, and try to relax. But, I couldn't relax, I have pain in my arm. I sat up on my bed and took a look at it. My wrist was red, and had hand prints on it. I wasn't really surprised, but disappointed. I don't know what encouraged me to not wear long sleeves anyway. I had bruises on my arm from other time he's hit or gripped me, and some self inflicted ones. I reached for my phone and called Harry. I didn't know what to do. I hated being left alone in the house with 'him', and I didn't want to be alone. If I were alone, I might relapse and do what I hated the most. 

"Hey, love," Harry said. "What's up?"

"I, I got that feeling." I said, trying to keep calm. "Can, can you come over? Please?"

"Well, I gotta do some chores first." He said.

"Do you know how long it's going to take?" I begged.

"About 10-20 minutes." He said.

"What, what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Do not, I repeat, do not do something stupid." He said, "You're strong okay. Don't think about it."

I hung up, and threw my phone across my bed. I starting rocking back and forth. I turned on my tv and tried to distract myself. But nothing was working. I didn't know what to do, so I got up and walked towards my closet. I shoveled through boxes until I found the one that I hated to look at. I opened it and looked at the razor. The one thing I had sense 6th grade. The one that helped me through my bullying experience. The one that's there for me when Harry isn't. I grabbed it, and layed the edge on my skin. I started counting to 3 when my phone rang. I dropped it back in the box and threw it in the closet. I ran for my phone and answered it.

"Hey, honey how are things going?" My mom asked.

"Um, how do thing usually go?" I asked, very annoyed. 

"Oh, Tore. Don't be like that. He's a nice guy, you just gotta get used to him." She said.

"Used to what mom? Him constantly beating on me, and you not doing anything about it!?" I yelled.

"Tori, now you know he hasn't..." I hung up on her. I didn't feel like dealing with it anymore.

So, I dialed Harry's number again, and told him I was on my way over. He didn't disagree, but he had a little worry in his voice. But then I rethought to myself, 'did I really want to face him again?' So I sat in my room a while longer and made up a plan. I opened my window and climbed through. Even though I was scared of heights, this seems like the best Idea. Once I go to the ground, I quickly walked towards Harry's house. 

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I rung the bell about four times, until he finally answered. 

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom cleaning." He said. 

I walked in his house, "Harry? What could there possibly be to clean in this house?" His house was spotless, no clustering anywhere. 

"Well, when you live with a neat freak, there's allot." He, grinned. "Did you eat?"

"No." I said.

"Well, I'll go cook something up. You sit, and relax and when I come back, we can talk about what happened." He said, walking towards the kitchen. 

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"Okay, tell me what happened." He said, crossing his legs like a pychiatrist and giving me his usuall cheeky smile.

"I came home, the door was unlocked. So i went inside and even before I could put my stuff down, he starts bossing me around. You know me, so I say no I'm not his maid and I'mnot doing anyhing. So he grips, my arm and leaves a bruise, so I run upstairs and lock myself in my room." I say, realizing how stupid I was to turn t my razor over that. 

"Did you..." Harry asked. 

"No, I was but I didn't." I say, ashamed of myself. "I just don't know what to do. Why won't my mom believe that he hurts me physically and verbally?" 

Without saying anything, Harry stood and walked towards me. He sat next to me and pulled me into his chest giving me a hug, and that's when the tears came. 

"It's okay, I'm here." He said.

After I got down crying, I sat up. He looked at me and wiped my tears away, and smiled. 

"Wh-why ar-are you smiling?" I asked. 

"You look beautiful, when you cry." He said.

"Um thanks." I said.

"So, you staying late?" He asked.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm not doing anything." He said, looking at me face with heavy emotion. "I got an idea."

"What shall this idea be?" I asked.

"Let's have our move date here. I've got plenty of movies." Harry suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds fun." I said.

"Okay well, I have the dvd player in my room, so I'll meet you up there." He said.

I just sat there and looked at him. It's not like I haven't been in his room alone with him, while his mom wasn't here. She trusts us, and I trust him. But, I think I'm starting to developed feelings for him. I don't want to do anything I'll regret. 

"Or.....you can wait here." Harry said, laughing. 

"Oh, no. I'm sorry. I'll ah go now." I said.

I slowly walked up the stairs, and let myself into his room. It was still the same color blue from 2nd grade. He still has his drawings up that we made and pictures of us from pre-k to now. I walked towards his dresser and looked at the pictures. The small mushroom looking Harry looked back at me. I smiled and put it back down. I looked at another picture of us on a swing set, the one I gave him for valentines day. But it wasn't in a frame when I gave it to him. Now, it sat in a heart shaped frame that said 'forever' on it and I smiled even harder. 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's why Alli broke up with me." Harry said, leaning up against the door frame. 

"Oh," I said, looking back at him. "I didn't mean to snoop, I um.."

He looked back at me and smiled. He walked towards me, "It's okay, I'm just glad it was only my pictures and not my underwear drawer." 

I giggled, "Do you still have the bear that you stole from me?" 

"Yeah, it's in my closet." He said.

"Why is Bluey in the closet?" I asked.

"To be honest, I don't know." He said. "Why, you want it?"

"Yes, I would like to cuddle with it." I said, very childish.

"But, I'm here." He said. 

"Haha, you're joking right?" I said, half hopping not and half hoping he was. "We haven't cuddled since like, I don't know. Like, I don't think it's very appropriate at this age." What was I mumbling on about? I know I wanted to.

"So, you don't trust me?" He said.

"I do..." I started.

"Good, then lets get the movie set up." He said, going to the tv. "What movie do you want to watch?"

"Perks of Being a Wallflower." I said, a little too quick.

"Is that a chick-flick?" He said.

"No." I said, turning to his bed. He still has a twin sized bed. "Um, Harry. Isn't this a little too small?"

"What? Pssht. No. You're supposed to be close when you cuddle right?" He said, directly behind me. "What are you so afraid of? We're not gonna have sex or anything."

I went and sat on the bed, and fixed the pillows. Then I slowly layed down. He went and got some pop corn, and I couldn't help but get really comfortable on his bed. It smelled just like him. By the time he came back, my face was buried in his bed. I didn't notice he was in the room until he came on the left of me, by the wall and flopped down. I jumped. 

"Oh, you scared me." I said.

"Oh, sorry. Did I interrupt your weird smell Harry's bed session?" He joked. 

I looked him, and couldn't help but laugh. I turned and looked at the tv. "Are, you gonna press play?" 

"Yeah, haha" He laughed, and grabbed the remote. I turned back towards the tv and layed on my side. He placed the pop corn by my stomach and put his rm around me and pulled me closer to him. Butterflies flew in my stomach and I moved back into him. He nuzzled me neck and I snuggled into his arm and neck with my head. We laughed, and that's when he first told me. "I love you." He said. And without thinking I said the same, and turned towards him. We looked at each other for a moment, and he closed the space between us. His soft lips touched mine, and it felt right. I pulled back, and snuggled into him. A few minutes afterwards, I fell asleep in his arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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