I Survived

Natasha’s POV

“Good to see you again Natasha.” The emphasis on my name made my skin crawl, her tone of voice had an evil hint to it.

“Harry?” I asked quietly, trying to get his attention.

“Natasha.” Louis whispered into my ear, I guess as a sort of warning saying; don’t say anything you’ll regret.

“Harry, how did this happen?” I asked sounding sincere.

“It’s a long story.” He replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m listening.” I said sitting on the sofa along with the boys.

“You’re not mad are you?” Harry asked, he sounded worried.

“I don’t believe that’s how stories start.” I retorted.

“Still sarcastic I see?” Jenna’s voice rippled through my ears.

“Well, Jenna gave me her number the first time we went round to your house…” He mumbled.

“Why?” I asked.

“We didn’t have your number, we needed to get in contact with someone about Zack and everything.”

“Wait, by we you mean you and Louis?”

“Yeah.

“Why didn’t you just get my number?”

“Natasha, would you have seriously have given us your number? You hated Louis.”

“No.” I mumbled, realizing I wouldn’t have given them my number. “So then what?”

“We got talking, we had things in common and things went form there.”

“Why did you keep it a secret?” I questioned.

“We wanted to make sure we were sure about it before we told anyone.”

“Okay.” I weakly replied. “I’m just going to lie down now.” I said standing up. As soon as I reached my bedroom I swung the door closed. I edged the window up and stuck my arm out, like a platform for a bird to land on. I tried my best to replicate a bird call but I was not Katniss or Rue, I guess I would leave that sort of thing for The Hunger Games.

“What are you doing?” Jenna’s voice snapped. I hadn’t heard her enter the room.

“Seeing if it was raining.” I lied, pulling my arm back through the window and pulling it shut. “It’s not.”

“I see you’re dating Louis.”


“Yeah, and I’m not pregnant, funny that huh?”

“No but if Harry didn’t save you that night who know.”

“Who told you that?” I growled.

“Who do you think?”

“Harry?” I croaked out, not wanting it to be true.

“We are dating of course.” She smirked.

“So now you’re dating he can tell everyone my secrets?”

“We tell each other everything.” She grinned.

“Harry my best friend, if you dare you hurt him I’ll…”

“You’ll?”

“I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Tell mummy and daddy, oh wait.”

“That was uncalled for.” I tried to sound stern, but my voice was shaking.

“You know, you’ll soon regret not taking me with you” She threatened

“I don’t regret it at all.” I replied, standing my ground this time.

“Not yet anyway.” She smirked before backing off and leaving the room. I heard a knock on the door, at first it startled me but I couldn’t show I was afraid.

“Seriously, Jenna go away.” I groaned as I spun around to face Jenna, or who I thought was Jenna. “Oh, sorry.” I mumbled.

“It’s fine, are you okay?” Louis asked.

“Yes.” I sighed, scrunching his shirt up in my fist.

“Really?” His voice shoed he didn’t believe me. “This doesn’t look like you’re okay.” He finally spoke.

“I just don’t get it.”

“You het used to it.” He tried to comfort me.

“Do you think it’ll last.”

“I can’t say, I didn’t even see it coming.”


“Harry’s like your brother, why did he not tell you?”

“I don’t know, but it must have been for a good reason.”

“You’re not mad a him?”

“As much as I want to be, how can I? He’s my best friend. One little thing, especially a girl isn’t going to change that.”

“Why can’t I be more like you?” I sighed.

“Your perspective is different.”

“How so?”

“Jenna is a different person to you than she is to Harry.”


“Yeah, she kicked me out. I just don’t understand why Harry would like her, it just doesn’t add up in my head.”


“You’ll get used to it.

“But I don’t want to.” I groaned, walking back to the window.

“Natasha, you don’t have a choice.” His touch was familiar on my back but it felt anything but comforting like it was supposed to.

“I need some air.”

“Where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No.” I mumbled pulling on my shoes.

“Fine, okay.” I could tell he was upset but I needed some thinking space. “Take an umbrella, it’s going to rain.” He stated before walking away, he really wasn’t happy but neither was I.

*

The walk to my destination was long and winding, I hadn’t done this walk in a while but it felt good. I ignored the fact storm clouds were gather up ahead, my umbrella was gripped tightly in had hand. The gate to the cemetery was shut; luckily it was only about three foot high so I jumping over it was little no effort at all. I went straight to my parent’s grave and my sister. I liked to pretend my mum was listening, ready to give advice.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“I hope I’m making you proud.” I spoke more confidently this time, the heavens had opened and the rain poured, still I didn’t move.

“A lot has happened but I need some advice, mum.” It was almost as if I was questioning her. “Should I let my best friend date this girl who isn’t everything she makes out to be or do I watch from the side lines? What if he gets hurt? I disown me as a friend if I even say anything? Mum, I don’t want to lose one of the only friends I’ve go. What do I do?” I cried.

“Hey Laura.” Eventually I regained some sort of composure and shuffled towards my sister’s grave. “You never guess who I live with?” I asked, I didn’t get a reply but I could picture her dace. “Who?” I asked, acting as if I was two people. “Niall Horan, the one from the band you love.” I used present tense, pretending she was still with me.

“Really?” My voice ran timid again.

“Yeah, his eyes, they’re just like you said, and just like yours.” I stifled a laugh, not out of humor but out of how stupid I was being, I felt so guilty. “Anyway, I have to go, I’ll visit soon. I promise.” Promise was a big word, but I was a big girl.

*

“You’re soaking wet.” Louis’ arm rushed around me as I walked in front of the door. His mood had changes, Louis couldn’t stay angry at me for long, but I felt guilty for making him feel that way in the first place. “Why didn’t you use the umbrella?”

“I forgot.” I replied with a fake laugh.


“Have you been crying?” I turned my head to look away form him. “Oh Natasha.” His grip tightened around me. I could have stayed there all day, but a few minutes he grip loosened and he pulled back.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is this?” I asked, staring at the envelop he placed in my hand.

“Open it.” Louis replied. I hesitantly slid my finger under the seal and flipped it open but was abruptly cut off my the doorbell ringing behind us.

“It’s late at night, who the heck is at the door?” I muttered opening the door.

“Natasha!” The mysterious woman called my name as she embraced me in a hug. I flashed Louis a confused look.

“Uh, hi?” I skeptically replied.

“Natasha, this is Maria.” I continued to stare at this strange woman once she finally released me from her death trap.

“You don’t know who I am do you?” Maria questioned.

“Sorry, no, I don’t.” I replied, trying not to sound awkward.

“Louis, how could you not tell her?” She chuckled.

“Come in, sorry.” Louis replied, laughing with her.

“Shall we go into the dining room.” He suggested, already leading us.

“I can’t believe Louis didn’t tell you who I am.” She joked.

“I was just getting to it.” Louis replied. “In fact she as about to open the letter.”

“Oh good!” She beamed.

“I’m completely lost.” I decided to contribute to the conversation.

“It’ll make sense wen you read it.” Louis spoke eyeing the letter. I assumed this was my cure to open the letter.

“So?” Louis voice broke the silence surrounding the room.

“America?” I squeaked out, my whole voice seemed to have disappeared.

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