I looked into the now familiar eyes of the green eyed boy called Harry Styles, his soft curly head sat in my lap as I looked down at him, I leaned down and gave him a quick peck on his soft pink lips teasing him, I did it again, and then once more. He could help himself, finally pulling away his hands from mine, and pushed my head lightly down to his, our lips connected and a tingly feeling spread throughout out my lips, I knew he could feel it to, by the way he slightly smiled in the middle of our kiss. Since exchanging numbers in the mall, Harry and I had been on three dates, all so perfect, and on the second date this morning at breakfast he'd popped the question.
"Will you be my girlfriend Paige? he'd breathed out loudly, a look if relief flushed his face, making me think maybe he'd been wanting to ask it for a while.
"Well, I'd have to see..." I compromised.
A look of shock and disappointment crossed his face.
"Just tricking ya. Of course!" I replied enthusiastically. My cheeks flushed and my whole world danced, ever since I'd met him I'd wanted to call him my boyfriend, and now I gladly could.
I'd just gotten to sleep , two hours later I was awaken early in the morning by some loud native bird chirping outside my window, not finding the effort to even get up. My body hurt, and so did the mental part of me as a painfully visually remembered last night. He punched me, every time I'd make any sort of noise unless it was some sort of positive to my disgust, it was rare though. He'd rode me heavily for what felt like ages, timed dragged along snail pace, feeling ten times slower than normal, it was agonising, he only ever stopped when he was the one needing a break and then he would start again, mostly none of it was the least but satisfying to me. As my mum had returned home, from the excessively busy pizza store, he'd grabbed his stuff, got dressed and told Kirsten I was fine and wanted to be left alone. That morning I heaved myself out of bed and slowly steadily pealed of the loose layers, of my clothing I stood fully naked infront of my bathroom mirror. Regretting as soon as I had.
His large hand prints were bruised a darkening purple around my hips, thighs, shoulders, and other sensitive places. My eyes were black from loss of sleep and also swollen from so much crying through out the night. My eyes felt dry, I felt empty, hollow, no tears left.
"Why did this happen to me?" I whispered to the horrid reflection staring back at me. The figure in the mirror mimicked my words and actions. My hands were blistered and hurt from the endless tugging to break free from the strong metal posts of my own bed. I was like a prisoner in my own house, and no one would ever realise.
I have to get out! I told myself knowing the other wise consequences if I didn't. He'd keep coming back, I couldn't take much more.
Feeling a will to survive all the torment from Dave, I slowly packed my things gradually filling up the large suitcase. Grabbing my important things, I rushed to my wall tearing down all the photos that hung, stuffing them in my large black tote. I also placed in my chargers, wallet, perfume, makeup, special jewellery and my special teddies. They all fitted in my bag perfect, to still secure more in another teddy and, toiletries. About to rush out the door I spied my small notebook, remembering all the photos and documents I'd, taken ages to organise and reorder.
I was going to runaway to Paige's, I always told her that if ever got to a point in my life where I would go 'homeless' I'd end up on their door step. no doubt about it! I guess I keep promises to.
Paige POV; I got home not to long before, the familiar door chime started to ring. I opened my eyes, there stood Harper, my eyes bulged surprised but not by her visit but by the heavily dark and recent looking bruises decorating her body. I angled my head slightly to the right just able to make a large handshake on her arm, she started looking nervous. Her eyes trailed to her arm, she quickly covered by hoisting her wide bag strap over it. Her eyes made quick glance of pain, but in a blink it was gone.
Wet, hot tears painted her face, snapping out of my hazy trance, I dropped back into reality. Taking her suitcase out of her trembling cold hand and her handbag in the other, her face showed less strain. But the tears kept coming. I felt me face warm up, and my vision blurred.
"I have no where to go" she whispered. A silent year fell from my right eye.
I lead her into my bedroom, it still had unpacked boxes along the walls, but still had a lot of spaces clear. I moved my washing off the bed and sat down, patting the seat beside me. Anxious, I asked the question I'd been daring to ask ever since is laid eyes in her fragile and damaged body.
"What happened?" I asked in a shaken voice, I was scared if the answer. Had Zayn done this to my poor Harper?