Forever and Always

Alaina has been best friends with the adorable dimple faced curly haired boy, Harry Styles since she was born. They're a week apart and were always stuck by each other for as long as they could remember. She started to develop feelings for him in middle school while he's had feelings for her since they were little. Except they're both oblivious to know how the other one feels about each other. Their lives are far from being picture perfect, especially Alaina's. Her dad is dead and her uncle abuses her every day at home while her mother is not around. She hasn't told anyone about it...including her best friend, the person she trusts the most. On top of that Harry gets a new girlfriend named Danielle and he starts to ditch Alaina for her. It shatters her heart and it makes her miss the times they had together. The times where he didn't ditch her just to be with his snobby girlfriend, and when he showed how much he cares for her. No matter how many times Harry tries to fix things with his best friend, Danielle has to get in between. With all the drama that's going on between them, will they finally confess their love for each other or will everything come crashing down on them and they lose each other forever?


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5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5


Alaina's POV



Blood? How could there possibly be blood all over my window sill? I quietly close my dresser drawer and slowly make my way over to Harry, who still hasn't taken his eyes off the spots. I take one look at them and they don't look like blood spots to me. But I wonder how those spots got there. This is strange.


"Wait.....there's more," Harry said.


"What? Where?" I asked.


He points to the spots on the wall, underneath the window sill. Suddenly, my heart begins to pound when I realize how those spots got there. The night when my uncle pushed me against the edge of the window sill making me hit my head, which is what caused the bleeding. Shit! I bite my bottom lip and look over at Harry and he's looking at me with the same curious and worried look on his face. He knows that something is up because he wouldn't be looking at me like that if he didn't know.


"Alaina...." he said after a moment of silence.


"'s not blood. It's probably red nail polish or something," I said, obviously.


Harry gently grabs my shoulders and looks at me straight into my eyes. He's not buying any of this! There's never been a time where he's fallen for one of my lies. He always knows whether I'm telling the truth or not. He's a smart guy.


"Alaina, please don't lie to me," he said. "Is that blood?"


I don't know if I should tell him the truth. But if I tell him, he's going to tell someone to get me out of here, which would be good but bad at the same time because my uncle could find out that someone told on him and he might want to hurt me even more. Even though he might be in jail but still. If I don't tell Harry, he might get upset and think I don't trust him. Which is not true, I DO trust him and he he knows that. I just don't want him to think I don't and risk our friendship. God, I'm so confused! I want to tell him but I'm scared! I don't want my uncle to find out and hurt me even more but I have to tell Harry! He's my best friend and I literally tell him everything. But if I don't tell him about this he might just find out anyway. So I guess I do not have a choice. I should tell him.


"Alaina?" he said again, waiting for me to answer.


I sigh and nod.


"'s blood,"


"What happened?" he asked.


"I-It was my uncle," I mumbled.


"What?" he wondered.


I sigh and take off my sweatshirt to show him my cuts and bruises that my uncle caused on my neck. His eyes widen and his expression changes from curious and worried to pissed off and worried.


"He did that to you?" he asked.


"Yeah....but there's more," I replied.


"Show me," he said, all serious.


Then, I slowly turn around and pull up the back of my shirt to show him the bruises and rug burns on my back.


"Oh my god," he whispered as I feel him lightly run his fingers down my back, being careful to not press on my bruises and rug burns.


Then, he pulls down my shirt, turns me around and pulls me in for a huge hug. I hold onto him tight as he rubs my back, making me not want to let go of him. I feel safe now that I'm in his arms but I don't feel safe forever.


"I'm so sorry Lainey," he said, holding me tighter.


"Why are you apologizing?" I whispered.


He lets me go of the hug and I go over and sit down on my bed.


"I don't's just....I'm sorry you have to go through this," he sighed as he sits down beside me.


"Can you promise me something?" I asked him.


"Sure, anything,"


"You cannot tell ANYONE about this! Because my uncle will literally kill me if anyone found out," I said.


"No Alaina! I can't do that. I need to tell someone. I could get you out of here so he doesn't hurt you anymore. I’ll ask my mum if you could live with us. She’ll understand," he exclaimed.


"No, don't tell anyone! Please?" I said, feeling tears fill up in my eyes.


"Okay, I won't tell," he replied, pulling me in for another hug. "And can you promise me something?"


I nod against his chest. I just can't speak right now because I don't want him to know I'm about to cry.


"I want you to promise me that you'll call me if he ever touches you again,"


I nod again and he continues to hold me for a little longer and then he lets me go.


"Was that the first time he's hurt you?" he asked.


"No. He started hitting me a few months ago. It went from once a month to every day,"


"And is that what he was about to do when you walked in after school today?"


I nod and he sighs. I can tell that he wants to do something about this but he knows that I'll get really upset if he does. Why can't my life be perfect like Harry's? He has a mom, a dad, a sister, and a loving family that he sees all the time. And me, I just have my mom and my uncle. My dad is gone and I barely see my family, except on special occasions. Well, I have Harry and his family too but I still feel empty inside. After a few minutes, Harry moves up onto my bed and puts his head up against the headboard


"Come here," he said.


I make my way over to him and he gently pulls me into his lap. Then he turns on my TV, flipping through the channels and we agree to watch Family Guy. We have a really weird relationship, we're best friends but we act like we're a couple. But I have to admit I like that. No one would ever believe us if we denied that we're a couple because it's easy for them to tell from how Harry and I act around each other.


I mean, how could they think we're dating? We haven't even kissed. Well, he's kissed me on the cheek, forehead, and the top of my head but we haven't had a real kiss.To be honest, I don't think Harry even wants to kiss me anyway. I don't know why I think that but it's true. Every time I'm around him, my heart pounds, butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I feel like I'm about to sweat.


Being with Harry makes me feel special, like I'm actually wanted by someone. He makes me feel happy and I wish we can be like this more often and then maybe he would realize, if he hasn't already, that he might like me....or maybe he would notice I like him. Harry leans down and kisses the top of my head after a few minutes and wraps his arms around my back, holding me tight.


"You know I'm always here for you. If you ever need anything, I'm here," he whispered.


I nod, unable to speak. I'm glad I have someone like him in my life to support me and always there for me. I don't know what I'd do without him. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I know it's not my mom because she's still in bed so the person that's coming the stairs is my uncle! I widen my eyes and grasp onto Harry's sweatshirt tightly.


"It's okay, I'm right here. I won't let him hurt you," Harry whispered.


Just then, my uncle opens the door and walks in, staring at me.


"Is your homework done?" he asked.


I shake my head, unable to speak.


"Then get it done! And it better be done before 9 o'clock, you understand me?" he asked, completely ignoring Harry.


I slowly nod and then he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Thank god.


"He creeps me out," Harry said, quietly.


"Try living with him," I sighed as I get off of him and get off my bed so I get my bag. "Okay, what should we start on first?"


"Algebra, just so we can get that out of the way," he replied.


I grab our bags and set them in my bed and we start on our homework. We manage to get algebra done in 30 minutes and then we did the rest of our homework independently since we don't have the rest of our other classes together and we have different work. By 7 o'clock we get everything finished and now I just want to crash. Having tons of homework is exhausting. But Harry is here so I can't fall asleep now.


"I need food," I sighed as I lay back on my bed.


"Me too," Harry said as lays down next to me.


"Want Pizza Hut?" I asked as I take out my phone.


"Sure," he replied.






"I'm stuffed!" I said as Harry and I walk back into my room after we finished with our pizza.


"I wonder why," Harry joked.


I collapse on my big bean bag chair on my floor and lay there. I'm so stuffed that I don't think I can stand for the rest of the night.


"You spending the night?" I asked him.


"I guess," he replied. "I'll just let my mum know,"


I nod and he walks out of the room to call his mom. I continue to lay on my bean bag as I wait for him to come back in. I know my mom won't mind if he spends the night so I don't need to ask her permission. A few minutes later Harry comes back into my room and shuts the door behind him.


"She said it was fine," he said. "Is my stuff still downstairs?"


"Yeah. They're in the closet in the laundry room," I said.


"Okay, thanks. You want to come with me?"


"Nah, you go ahead," I said.


He nods and he goes downstairs. Just as I heard him go down the first stair, I start to feel uneasy and unsafe. My uncle could come up here and do something and Harry wouldn't be here to protect me. Now I wish I went downstairs with him. But I think I'm okay right now so I don't have to worry. I get up from my bean bag and go over to my dresser so I can get my pajamas. I put on polka dot pajama pants and a t-shirt and then I hear someone come up the stairs. I know it's not Harry because his footsteps are not loud and heavy so it's my uncle again. I quickly go over to my bed and pretend to do something on my phone. My door opens and my uncle comes in all pissed off and his arms crossed.


"You didn't tell me you were having company," he said.


"I-I just found out after school....I a-asked my mom," I stuttered.


Okay, I lied with asking my mom. I just said that as an excuse. My mom doesn't care if Harry spends the night because she trusts him and we're together all the time. If he wanted to come over for the day, he can, if he wanted spend the night for 2 days, he can.


"So you had enough time to ask your mother but not me?" he asked as he walks closer to me.




I get interrupted when I hear my door open and Harry comes into the room with his extra clothes in his hands. My uncle glares at him and then walks out, leaving the door open.


"You okay?" Harry asked.


I nod.


"He didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked.


"No," I said.


"Good," he replied. "Close your eyes,"


I do that and a few seconds later he tells me to open. I look at him and he's wearing his Coca-Cola pajama bottoms and he's shirtless. God, why does he have to be so hot? Am I wrong for thinking that? I mean, I know he's my best friend but I don't know one person who would disagree with me on the fact that he's hot. I get under the covers and move over a little so he can slip in next to me. I feel him slide in next to me and then he reaches over to turn off my light. We lay in complete silent for a minute and then I feel him nudge me. Not again.


"Alaina," he whispered.


"What?" I asked.


"Will you cuddle with me again?"


"Fine," I replied.


I feel him wrap his arms around me from behind, pulling me closer to him. My back is now touching nice, toned chest. Then, I slowly start to drift off to sleep knowing that tomorrow morning I don't have to worry about my uncle again.

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