Stay With Me

When Hannah and Hayley move to London for college, their world gets turned upside-down.

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14. Chapter Fourteen

Hannah's POV

When Hayley woke me up, I looked at the time. I had to get up and get ready. Fuck. It was too early to function. I decided to lay in bed for a good fifteen more minute until I heard Hayley close the front door. I groaned and rolled over. My phone started going off on my bedside table. I looked over and groaned again. It was Harry.

**PHONE CALL**

Me: I'm up.

Harry: I'm coming to pick you up soon. Okay?

Me: Whatever.

**PHONE CALL OVER**

I got out of bed and walked to my bathroom. I took a quick shower, and shaved my legs. I wrapped a towel around my body and one around my hair. I brushed my teeth and walked back to my room. I jumped when I noticed Harry sprawled out on my bed.

"Get out."-Me. He looked taken back by my attitude. He rolled his eyes and left my room. I locked my door and got out my clothes for the day. We were driving to the airport, getting on the plane and taking it to Florida so we could go on the cruise to the islands. I put on some yoga leggings and a baby blue tank top. I opened my door and walked down the stairs to put my suitcase by the door. I walked back up them to brush my hair. I brushed it out and threw it in a messy bun. I put some mascara on and my black and white vans. I grabbed my carry on bag and put my phone, phone charger, headphones, make up, and anything else I thought I would need. I walked back down to Harry watching tv on the couch. I walked by him and sat on the love seat.

"We should probably go."-Harry. I nodded and stood up. He turned off the tv and we started walking out. I was going to grab my suitcase but it was already gone.

"I put it in my car."-Harry. I nodded and walked out to his car. We went to his car and got in. It was freshly cleaned and smelled like him. I wish he didn't fuck everything up. I really did. But he did fuck it up so my wishes don't mean a thing. I put my head back on the head rest of the seat and looked out the window. He turned the music up and started speeding down the roads. I looked over and we were doing 70.

"Harry, slow down."-Me. He looked over at me, smirked and went faster.

"Harry, I'm not kidding. Slow down."-Me. He continued to ignore me.

"Harry, slow the fuck down!"-Me. He groaned and slowed down.

"Stop telling me what to do!"-Harry.

"Stop acting like a dick!"-Me.

"Stop being a bitch!"-Harry. I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you Harry."-Me.

"You'd be happy to."-Harry. My mouth dropped open. Why is he being such a dick? What is his problem? I shook my head and looked out the window. Im the one going on vacation with him so he can prove something to his family! But I'm the one he's being rude to. I don't think so.

"Bring me home."-Me.

"What? No!"-Harry.

"Them pull over."-Me. He rolled his eyes but did. I jumped out of his car and started walking back home. I'm not dealing with his shit anymore.

"Where are you going?"-Harry.

"Away from you!"-Me. I could tell he was chasing after me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I pushed him away and stood face to face with him. I couldn't let him get close. He can't get to me.

"I can't go with you."-Me.

"Why?"-Harry.

"I can't pretend that everything's fine with you! You fucked someone else! You lied to me! You're lying to your family! You're being a dick! I'm the one doing you a favor! I'm helping you and you're doing nothing but makings regret it!"-Me. He looked down and bit his lip.

"I know. And I'm sorry, okay?"-Harry.

"That's all? That's all you have to say?"-Me.

"Hannah, I know I'm a dick. I appreciate everything you're doing for me. I'm sorry."-Harry. I can't believe this.

"I'll buy you breakfast and coffee. Please just get on this plane with me."-Harry. He gave me his puppy dog face and I crumbled. Why do I have to forgive him all the time? I wish I could just hate him and never give in and talk to him. But I can't. I never can. Because I'm too weak. I nodded and walked back to the car. He smiled and followed me.

"Thank you so much!"-Harry. I nodded and buckled my seatbelt. I put my head on the window and watched the trees zooming past me. We pulled up to the airport and checked our bags in. Two girls and a guy came running to us. The older of the two ladies pulled Harry into a hug and kissed his cheek. She smiled at me and hugged me also. I smiled at her back and hugged her back, I figured it was his mom.

"I'm Anne, Harry's mom."-Anne.

"I'm Hannah, Harry's.."-Me.

"You're the girl we've heard so much about. I'm so happy to meet you."-Anne. I nodded and smiled.

"Me too."-Me. She smiled and looked back at Harry. The other girl came up to me.

"I'm Gemma, Harry's sister."-Gemma. I smiled and she hugged me. The man came up to me after hugging Harry.

"I'm Robin, Harry's step dad."-Robin. I smiled and he hugged me as well.

"Now that we've all met, let's get on the plane."-Harry. We all nodded and walked to the plane. We got on and took our seats. Harry was sitting next to me with his mom and step dad in front of us and Gemma in back of us. Gemma leaned up and started a conversation with Harry. After about thirty minutes the plane took off. I got tired so I put my headphones in my ears and started listening to music. I fell asleep to the lyrics. I woke up to someone shaking me softly. I looked up and noticed I had my head on the plane window and Harry put his head in my lap. Anne was standing next to us and smiled at me. I ran my fingers through Harry's hair to wake him up nicely. Although all I wanted to do was smack him upside the head. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. He stood up and helped me up. We walked off the plane and went where we had to for our bags. After baggage claim, we had to board the cruise ship. We all got on and went to the lobby, where we discussed the rooming.

"I figured since Harry and Hannah are together they can share a room."-Anne. I stiffened and looked at Harry. He shrugged his shoulders.

"That's okay with you two right?"-Robin. I went to object but Harry nodded.

"That's perfectly fine."-Harry. They nodded and went to their rooms. As soon as they got out of sight I slapped Harry's chest.

"Ow!"-Harry.

"You said we would have separate rooms!"-Me.

"They already ordered the rooms before I could tell them."-Harry. I groaned and went to set my stuff in the room. Harry followed after me.

"I think were all doing our own thing tonight."-Harry. I nodded and sat my suitcase on the bed. There's only one bed. Hmm, looks like curlys on the floor. I quickly called Hayley to tell her how it's been so far and to see what she was up to. After talking to Hayley, Harry was getting impatient.

"Do you want to sit out by the pool and hot tub?"-Harry. I shook my head and laughed.

"You just want to see all the girls on the deck."-Me.

"The only girl I want to see is you sweet cheeks."-Harry. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"I want to walk around the ship."-Me.

"I'll go with you."-Harry. I nodded and grabbed my phone. We walked out of our room to see Anne and Robin walking past it.

"Where are you two going?"-Anne.

"Walk around the ship."-Harry. She nodded and smiled.

"We were thinking about dinner all together, what do you think?"-Anne. Harry shook his head but I nodded and smiled.

"That sounds like a good idea."-Me. Anne smiled and nodded.

"Okay then. In four hours?"-Anne. I nodded. Harry grabbed my hand in his and squeezed. Anne looked down at our hands and smiled at Harry. She grabbed Robins hand and they left.

"She likes you."-Harry.

"How do you know?"-Me.

"One, she's my mom. Two, how could she not?"-Harry. I blushed and laughed to hide it. He squeezed my hand again and I realized we were still holding hands. I pulled my hand away and looked up at Harry's upset face.

"Let's pretend nothing happened."-Harry.

"I can't pretend that it didn't happen."-Me.

"Just for this week."-Harry.

"It's not that easy. You hurt me Harry. More than I want to admit."-Me. His eyes softened and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

"I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you."-Harry.

"I know you didn't mean to. But you did."-Me. Harry put his hand on my face and one on the back of my neck. He started moving my head towards his. I put my hands on his chest stopping his movements.

"Please don't."-Me.

"Please kiss me."-Harry. I shook my head and turned around to go back to the room. He can't get away with all this that easy. I walked into the room with him trailing behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and tuned me around, smashing his lips to mine. I kissed back, I missed his lips. I missed him. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away, leaving me breathless. I put my head on his chest and shook my head.

"I should say sorry, but I'm not."-Harry. I could sense the smile in his tone. I closed my eyes and let him pull me closer to him. He threw my suitcase off the bed and threw me on the bed. I giggled and allowed him to climb on top of me. He kissed my face all over, laughed also. I put my hands on each side of his face, stopping his kissing. I bit my lip and ran my fingers across his perfect face, over his cheekbones, over his forehead, over his jawline, across his pouty lips. He groaned when I traced his bottom lip. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. There was no way I could resist him, it's impossible. I kissed his lips. He kissed back and pulled away before thins got too heated.

"Can we please pretend?"-Harry. I nodded before I could even think about it. I knew it was wrong. Everything that came with Harry was wrong. But I didn't care right now. We stayed in the room cuddling until it was time to meet Harry's family for dinner at one of the many restaurants on the ship. We met at an Italian place. We all ate our dinner, having small conversations. Anne and Gemma were so easy to talk to. We instantly got ink a conversation. They asked simple questions about life and I answered everything they asked, until they started asking about life back home. I stiffened and smiled. No one knows about life back home, except Hayley. Harry knows nothing. Harry sensed something was wrong so he started a conversation and the question about life got forgotten. I mentally thanked Harry and grabbed his hand under the table. He smiled and we finished our meals. We all said goodbye and went to our rooms. We were all tired from the flight and getting up early. I walked to the bathroom in the room and changed into gym shorts and another tank top to sleep in. I walked back into the room and slid under the covers on the other side on the bed. Harry was already in bed.

"Just because my parents are easily distracted doesn't mean I am."-Harry.

"I don't know what you're talking about."-Me.

"What don't you want me to know?"-Harry. There's a lot you won't know.

"I'm not in the mood to go there tonight, some other time."-Me. He sighed.

"Some other time."-Harry. I nodded and looked at the wall. I don't want anyone else to know that my parents are dead beats, that I would never go back home if I had to. I'll never go see them again. I shook my head and pushed away my tears.

"You can tell me."-Harry. I nodded and tried to keep my tears at bay.

"Does Hayley know?"-Harry. I nodded again and took a deep breath.

"Will I ever find out?"-Harry. I shrugged and brought the blankets closer to my body. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I rolled around to look into his eyes that I loved so much. His emerald ones met my teary blue ones.

"Don't cry."-Harry. I shook my head and closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. I hated crying. I hated people seeing me cry. I put my hands in front of my face so he couldn't see and tried to rolled back around. He kept me in place and lifted me so I was on top of him. He put his hands on me and pulled my hands away from my face.

"What aren't you telling me?"-Harry.

"A lot."-Me. He wiped under my eyes.

"Talk to me."-Harry. I shook my head and put my face in his neck, letting myself cry freely. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me to him. He sat up so he was sitting against the wall behind the bed. When I was done crying I looked up at him. He was deep in thought.

"What's wrong?"-Me. I put my hand on his cheek. He leaned into my touch.

"What's wrong?"-Harry. I smiled and shook my head.

"I'm okay now."-Me. He smiled and pulled me back to him.

"You don't have to lie to me."-Harry.

"I'm not lying."-Me.

"You don't have to act tough, we all know you're a strong person."-Harry.

"I'm acting tough, I know I'm not."-Me. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to tell me?"-Harry. I nodded and bit my lip. How was I supposed to tell him everything?

"When my mom got pregnant, her and my dad weren't stable. They couldn't even take care of themselves. They were only 16 and 17. My mom had to move into my dad's parents, seeing as they had no where else to go and my moms parents weren't there for her to lean on. After they had me, they actually got along. Until I was about 7 or 8. My dad hated that he was still living with his parents and my mom hated that he started leaving all the time. My mom found out that he was cheating on her when I was around 11, she found another woman's panties in my dad's pants or something. I don't know. It went downhill even more then. My mom started drinking, bad. I would always walk her to bed every night, knowing she wouldn't remember how I took care of her, maybe if she did, she wouldn't hate me anymore. She used to say that I was the reason my dad didn't want her anymore. That I was the reason he lost interest. That she got fat and nasty because she had me. I hated myself for it. My dad moved in with that woman while my mom and I were still living with his parents. My mom started looking everything for an apartment. She finally got one when I was 14 or so. I walked to school everyday and back. I thought I was so cool."-Me. I laughed and shook my head. Harry laughed with me and gave me a look that said keep going.

"My mom would work at night, I wouldn't know what she was doing but she came home with a lot of money and we got anything we wanted for a long time. I was friends with Hayley since I was in fifth grade and I wanted to sleep over her house one night. My mom wouldn't allow it. She wanted me to watch the house while she wasn't around. I gave in easily when she said she would buy me the new shoes I wanted at the store. She left again that night but I was stubborn and I wanted to see where she worked. I followed her and saw her walk into this run down building. I walked in and saw her get on the stage and strip for the money. I've never seen someone look so much like a puppet as I did when I saw my mom up there. She was emotionless. And it was all my fault. As I was walking out with tears in my eyes, someone grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to some back room. He was scary looking and threw me on the bed. I was terrified. I screamed so loud and kicked him where I knew it would hurt so bad. My mom taught me how to defend myself. I was so naive. I continued to scream until my mom came running into the room. The man slapped me a couple of times but nothing like if my mom didn't show up. She grabbed me and ran back to our apartment. She wanted to know why I followed her but I didn't have a reason. I shrugged my shoulder but then she started yelling at me. She thought I would hate her but I didn't. She told me that she couldn't believe I would be so selfish but I didn't understand what she meant. She leaned closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I told her that she didn't understand what she was saying but that made her more mad. She told me that she wished she wouldn't of ran off stage to see what was wrong, that she would've let that man take advantage of me.. That she didn't care if I died. That I took my dad away from her and that she couldn't stand to look at me..."-Me. I started shaking and crying. I can't believe I'm opening up to Harry.

"Keep going."-Harry. I nodded and continued.

"Over the next years, my mom got worse, she got into drugs. I started working since I was 15 or 16, it was a nice job. I met a boy named Jackson and we got serious quick. We went to a house party one night and he got messed up on something and he took me to a room and took advantage of me. I couldn't believe he did that to me. I hated him so much. I never talked to him again. I went home and called Hayley. Her and I talked all night long. My mom came home from work the next day with Jackson on her arm. I found out that he was paying her to sleep with him the whole time him and I were together, and he was the one feeding her drugs. I was furious. I punched him in the face and ran out of the house. I ran to Hayley's and stayed there for the night, but I had to go back home. I called my aunt and told her everything, she came and picked me up right away. I was allowed to sleep over Hayley's, she was able to sleep over my house. It was completely different. And I loved it. Before I moved up here, my mom got arrested for drugs along with Jackson. I didn't want my mom to be in jail so I bailed her out. My aunt hated me after that. She didn't understand. She won't even answer my calls or texts. I understand where she coming from but I couldn't do that to my mother. I couldn't."-Me. Harry was looking into my eyes and he pulled me to him. He rubbed my back and let me cry into his chest.

"I'm so sorry baby."-Harry. I looked up at him and smiled.

"It's okay."-Me. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"You're so strong."-Harry. I shook my head and laughed.

"No I'm not. I'm just good at pretending."-Me.

"That's an argument for another day."-Harry. I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"It's late, let's go to bed baby."-Harry. I nodded and laid on his chest.

"I love having you so close."-Harry. I nodded and smiled at him. I kissed him and put my head in the crook of his neck. He turned so we were laying on our sides. I fell into a deep sleep with him holding me close. This is going to be harder than I thought.

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