Feels Like Home

"Sometimes home isn't a place...sometimes it's a person."

17 year old Harper has to completely start over when her dad and his new girlfriend decide to move to a new, much smaller town, and take her with them. She's absolutely miserable, wanting nothing more than to stay in her home with her school and her friends and everything that's familiar. But will that all change when she meets the ever so arrogant Justin Bieber, who's determined to make her like him? Hmm...maybe this move would'nt be so bad after all.


9. Chapter 9



The rest of the morning dragged slowly. As I waited impatiently for lunch to come, my mind continued to wander. I wish I had more classes with her. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. Spring break is next week, maybe I can take her out of town and get her mind off of things. Then a week or two until prom. Not that this tiny ass high school does anything fancy, but it would be fun. Then after that, only about a month until we graduate.


Where would we be then? Would she finally catch on that I like her? Would she even go out with me?


All these ridiculous questions filled my head as I made my way absently through the lunch line and got my food. I started to make my way towards the table Harper usually sits at, with Brittany and Collin and their little group, although no one was there yet. But then I noticed Harper sitting by herself, about 2 tables back.


“Hey,” I said cautiously as I sat down beside her.


She nearly jumped out of her skin, her face going pale. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed it was me “Sorry,” she mumbled, picking at her mashed potatoes. She kept her head down, completely avoiding eye contact with me.


“Are you okay?” I asked softly, trying to give her personal space without being too far away. “Did I do something?”


“No, no, no,” she assured me, looking up with furrowed brows. She laughed suddenly, as if the thought of me doing something wrong was ridiculous to her. “God, no, you're the only one doing anything right. I just thought…” she trailed off, picking at her food again. I didn't say anything, I knew what she meant.


So we ate in silence for a moment, the cafeteria gradually filling up with other students and the sound of their loud conversations. “So I was thinking,” I said after nervously clearing my throat. “You know, spring break is coming up. So I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere. Like down to Panama City, or Myrtle Beach or something.”


“Sure,” she said, nodding absently. “Who all would be going?” she asked.


“Uhhh,” I sputtered, trying to think of something. I was thinking just the two of us, the cocky voice in my head responded. “Whoever,” I said. “It doesn't matter. You can invite Brittany if you---” I stopped short when I noticed her shaking her head quickly.


“No, I don't know about that,” she said, avoiding my gaze. She continued to push food around on her plate.


“Did something happen with you guys?” I asked. First, Brittany is all fake concerned about her. Then Harp totally ignored her in English. And now this? “Did y'all have a fight or something?”


She looked up at me, cupping her chin in her hand. “No. I don't know, it's just…”


She trailed off and I noticed her becoming totally absent. Her eyes were almost vacant for a second as she stared at something in the distance. Then she quickly came to, and her face paled. Even more so than when I'd scared her. She looked absolutely terrified, yet somehow mesmerized by something. Like she couldn't pull her eyes away. I forced a laugh, hiding just how concerned she was making me. “What are you staring at?” I asked, turning around to figure out what held her captive.


There really wasn't anything remarkable. At the table behind us, there was a small group of kids eating lunch, talking and laughing and being normal. I didn't know them personally, just that they were our theater nerds. Behind them was where Harper usually sat. Collin was already seated and Brittany had just joined him. She was frowning as she whispered something to Collin, then glanced towards Harper. Other than that, there was nothing behind us. “Is it Brittany?” I asked, turning back to face Harper. “Cause whatever it is going on, seriously don't worry about it. I told you she's just a bitch. And---”


She cut me off, finally pulling her gaze away and back down to her food. “No, it's not that,” she said harshly. “It's nothing, don't worry about it.”


I scoffed. “It's obviously something, you look like you just saw a three headed monster,” I joked, trying to ease her tension. Although it was kinda true. I glanced over my shoulder again to figure out what was bothering her, what could have scared her so much. But there was nothing else.


And then it hit me.




“Are you fucking kidding me?” Justin yelled, bringing attention to himself from the table behind him. I could see it in his eyes that he put it together; there was nothing but pure anger in them.


“Justin,” I started, but he cut me off.


“He's fucking dead,” Justin spat out through gritted teeth as he jumped out of his seat.


“Justin, please,’ I begged, but he didn't spare me a second thought. In what seemed like 3 strides, he made his way over to Collin and Brittany's table.


He's not gonna do anything stupid, the voice in the back of my head reassured me. Maybe they'll just talk. He'll threaten Collin and that'll be the end of that. It's fine.


I wasn't sure if there were any words spoken. Collin smiled up at Justin as he approached them. It looked like Justin said something, but I couldn't be sure. Collin's smile faltered and then suddenly he was on the ground. Justin had yanked him up by the collar of his shirt, then punched him square in the jaw. Then Justin tackled him, holding him down as he punched him repeatedly.


From there, everything happened so fast. It suddenly got dead quiet as everyone in the cafeteria stopped and stared, then their hoops and hollers. Quickly a small circle of other students formed around them on the ground and I couldn't see anymore. I jumped out of my seat and ran over there, following suit with everyone else.


All I could hear in my head was It's your fault. It's your fault. It's all your fucking fault. I had to stop it. I pushed my way through the crowd and the tight circle surrounding them. I finally got to the front to see that Justin was still on top of Collin, who tried and failed desperately to block Justin's punches with his forearms. I nearly tackled Justin's back, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling as hard as I could. Finally I managed to pull him off, though I wasn't sure if that was from me pulling him or Justin letting me.


As soon as I pulled him off, I practically ran to the doors of the cafeteria, still pulling him with me. The crowd of people around us parted like the Red Sea, their phones recording every movement as we fled. I could still hear their hollers and laughing as we got to the hallway. I noticed several administrators running down the hall towards the cafeteria, so I ducked into the nearby restroom.


“Fucking let go of me,” Justin yelled as I pulled him into the bathroom and I turned to face him. He pulled away from me and straightened his shirt out, then wiped the blood trickling from his nose. Collin must have gotten a shot in somehow.


“You're bleeding,” I said softly as I took a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under cold water.


He looked at the blood on his hand then glanced in the mirror. “Yeah, I see that,” he said sarcastically. I turned around and handed the paper towel to him, which he all but snatched from my fingers. “God, I'll fucking kill him,” he muttered.


I watched him quietly as I leaned back against the sink. He tilted his head back slightly and put the compress to his nose. I could feel the anger radiating off of him. “Justin you can't just do that, you---”


He cut me off, yelling at me again. “I can't do that?!” he screamed incredulously. “What about this?” he asked, yanking my wrist up with his free hand. “But he can do this?” Even though I had the bruises covered in an inch of makeup, I knew what he meant. “But he's allowed to do this, right? Fuck that, he deserved that, and then some.” He dropped my wrist, turning so he didn't have to look at me.


I tried to stay calm, but his words hurt. I had to be rational here. “Justin, listen to me,” I begged. “You need to think of something to tell them, okay? You're gonna have to talk to the administrators and you're gonna have to think of something to say, like you guys had a fight or something.”


He turned to look at me like I was an idiot. “Or how about how he tried to fucking rape you?” he asked, spitting the words at me. “They need to know what he did. Why are you taking up for him?” he asked, his voice suddenly like a whisper.


I felt the tears well up in my eyes. “I'm not taking up for him, I'm just...there's nothing there, Justin. He didn't rape me. There's no proof he did anything, it would be my word against his,” I said, trying again to sound rational, but the tears weren't helping. Once Justin noticed me crying, his anger evaporated.


He approached me, gently and slowly wiping the tears from my eyes. I could tell he thought if he moved too fast he might startle me. But I knew he wouldn't hurt me, not like he did Collin. He then moved his hands to cup the sides of my face, wiping away an occasional tear as he spoke. “Harp, you don't get it. What if you hadn't gotten away? Where would you be now?” He stopped for a moment as I absorbed his words, but I didn't want to think about it. “Just because he didn't...just because you got away, what's gonna happen to the next girl? What if she can't get away?”


I pulled away from him and backed up against the wall, letting my head hang low. I couldn’t meet his gaze because I didn’t have an answer for him. So he stared at me in silence as he waited for me to say something.


“Mr. Bieber?” I heard one of the administrators call out from the hallway, startling me. I felt my heart start pounding. “I need you to come with me.”


“Yes, sir,” he called back, his eyes still focused on me. “You need to figure out what you’re gonna say,” he whispered, using my own words against me. “I’m telling the truth.”


“Please, Justin,” I begged again.


He didn’t respond. With a simple shake of his head, he turned around and left. I heard the mumblings as the administrator addressed him, but I couldn’t make out their words. Then followed the soft patter of their footsteps as they made their way towards the front office. I could still just barely hear everyone in the cafeteria being loud and rowdy.


I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken. My limbs felt clammy and jittery as I paced around in the bathroom, playing out every possible scenario in my head. If Justin was really going to tell the truth, then I would soon be called in to tell my side of the story. Probably along with the police.


Could I tell them what happened? I struggled to tell Justin, who was someone that actually cared about me. Could I tell a bunch of strangers, who probably didn’t give two shits about me?


What the fuck was I supposed to do?




Hey guys! Again, I'm super sorry about taking so long with this chapter. I'm still trying to find a balance with work and school. And we just got a new house so things are a little crazy. But I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It was pretty intense, so give me some feedback! I'm already  working on chapter 10, so I hope to have it up in the next few days! I'm also hoping to get the first chapter of my new story up soon, so be on the lookout for that!

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