Say Something
Chapter 3
Beatrice’s point of view
For the first time after almost a week, I slept that night, tangled in Harry’s arms. I wouldn’t call it a relief though, the memories I was trying to avoid for so many days came crashing back. I woke up with a horrifying scream. Harry’s reassuring arms wrapped around me, in a gentle voice with soothing words he lulled me back to a restless sleep.
My eyes flew open the moment sunlight filtered through the blinds in Harry’s room. I gently tried to pull myself away from Harry’s grip, but his fingers dug deeper into my hip, making my whole body jolt with electricity, no matter how many times Harry had touched me, everytime seemed like the first; the day I had first seen those mesmerizing green eyes, ten months ago, his warm hand holding mine, and the way he had laughed the indents on either side deepening. His twinkling green eyes, had silently promised me forever, and he had been there, like a solid rock whenever I had needed him. He had told me, perhaps, millions of times that he cared for me. But that concept had become so foreign for me, I didn’t know what it meant anymore.
I pulled out of Harry’s embrace as silently as I could, I watched him toss and turn before he fell into slumber again, light snores, almost inaudible left him. I couldn’t help but brush stray curls away from his face and press a kiss on his cheek.
As stealthily as I could, I pulled on the clothes from last night, and neatly folded the shirt and boxers. After placing them on the table, I crept out of the house. The lock clicked behind me, I squinted as the bright light hit me, shading my eyes with a hand over my head, I walked over towards the dreaded house. I pulled the keys out of my bag, and as quietly as I could, I pushed the door open. I sighed in relief when the darkness greeted me. After placing my keys in the bowl on the counter I tip-toed my way upstairs to my bedroom.
I peeked into Scarlett’s room to find her tucked under the sheets. Mom’s bedroom door was ajar, curiosity getting the best of me, I stepped inside, and I wished I never had. Of course she was wrapped up in some guy’s arms. The worst part was that it wasn’t the same guy she was making out with in the morning. I bit my lip, definitely drawing blood out of it. I wanted to stomp and yell, cry and knock some sense into the woman whom I called my mother. Instead, I turned around and slipped into my room.
It was 5:30 in the morning, and I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep. Instead I fished out the homework, due next week to keep my thoughts from running wild. After staring at my physics textbook for a whole hour. I decided to take shower and get ready for school. After brushing my hair into a ponytail and putting on a pair of jean shorts and a loose top. I grabbed my bag from the foot of the bed, haphazardly shoving the textbooks in it. I stepped into a pair of brown colored sandals, before walking towards Lottie’s room.
After coaxing my little sister out of bed, and dressing her up I took her out of the house as fast as I could. “But Tee, I want breakfast!” Scarlett cried, standing in front of the kitchen counter with her hands folded over her chest.
“Lots,” I murmured my eyes darting between the stairs and my little sister. Lottie didn’t budge, staring at me with a pout. “You can have breakfast at school, princess.”
“I don’t like breakfast at school,” Lottie said staring at me through her eyelashes, “I want pancakes!”
“Then we’ll get you pancakes, c’mon!” Harry’s cheery voice rung in the house.
“Hazza!” Scarlett ran up to Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck, while he spun her around, making her let out giggles. “Tee’s not making me pancakes,” she whined, still in Harry’s arms.
“I’ll make you pancakes then, princess,” Harry spoke in a posh accent, making Scarlett widen her eyes, she kissed Harry’s cheek before he placed Scarlett back on her feet. She stuck her tongue out at me and followed Harry around as he pulled the ingredients out of the shelves.
“Harry, this is not a good idea,” I muttered glancing at the stairs. What would I say if that guy came down those stairs? What would I explain to Scarlett? I barely understood it myself. “We can stop at Joe’s on the way to school, Lots.”
“But Hazza’s making pancakes for me, Tris! Stop being mean!” I bit on my lip impatiently, looking back at the staircase, and ignoring Harry’s jade eyes on me.
“There you go love,” Harry handed Scarlett a plate of fresh pancakes, “You want some, Tris?” he called from over the counter. I shook my head ‘no’ and told Scarlett to hurry up, my eyes never leaving the stairs.
I sighed in relief when Lottie finally picked her bag up, and walked out of the door. I grabbed my own bag and was out of the door, when her voice made me grit my teeth, “where are you going?” she asked coming down the stairs in a skimpy outfit. In just one day, I had started hating everything about her her.
I mustered the syllable as sweetly as I could, “school.” She nodded, and I could feel Harry’s confusing stare on me, even without looking at him.
“How are you Harry?” she asked sweetly, walking down the stairs, swaying her hips from side-to-side. Really, now?
“We are getting late for school, mother. Goodbye,” I spoke quietly, before turning around.
“I’m not talking to you Beatrice.”
I kept myself from rolling my eyes and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him towards the door. “I need to get my bag, Tris,” he spoke quietly and gently pulled his wrist out of my death grip.
“I’ll get it,” I muttered quickly pushing him out of the door, and sprinting inside to grab his bag on the kitchen counter.
I hurried out of the house and shoved the bag in his arms then, grabbing Lottie’s hand I speed-walked in the direction of school, knowing that the guy would be stepping out of the house, any moment now.
I dared a glance backwards, telling Harry to hurry up, instead I found him gawking at the door of my house. I shut my eyes tightly, my grip tightening on Lottie’s hand, I didn’t realize that until she let out a meek squeak. Her innocent blue eyes looking at me quizzically. I forced a smile towards my little sister, and told her to run towards the pole around the block, while I stood in the middle of the road, with my head hung low, waiting for Harry to catch up.
“Tris,” his spoke quietly, like approaching a wounded animal. I shook my head slightly, looking back at him with a solemn expression.
“Don’t.”
He bit his lip, and ran a tongue over his lips, before nodding and taking my hand in his, “I’m here, okay?” I nodded, not really believing a word he said. But I knew enough that even though he knew what had happened, he wouldn’t mention it to anyone. “Tris,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
I bit my tongue and offered him a reassuring smile, although all I really wanted to do was break down at that very moment, cry and bawl and want someone to hold me. Instead I blinked back the tears, gathered in my eyes and stood on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m okay, okay?”
He didn’t reply just looked at me with those concerned green eyes. I swung her hands together, and skipped over to find Lottie, keeping that forced smile on my face for as long as I could.
Harry walked with us to Lottie’s school, talking to her with animated gesture, and making her laugh every other second. I followed them silently, none of the control in me, would keep my thoughts from going back to the mess my life had become.
“Bye Tee!” Lottie’s enthusiastic voice pulled me out of my thoughts. A smile crept across my lips, and I knelt to place a kiss on her cheek.
“Bye, love.” After waving her off, I peeked a glance towards Harry. He smiled at me, and held his hand out for me. I gladly took it, grateful that he wasn’t asking any questions,and happy that he didn’t jump to conclusions.
We walked to school in silence. He dropped me off at my first period, and hesitantly placed a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and took a deep, readying myself to face the day, before walking inside the classroom. “I’ll see you in lunch, yeah?” Harry spoke. I turned to face him and nodded, he gave me another uncertain look, which I dismissed with a wave of my hand, and told him to get to his class.
I spent all my classes ignoring the obnoxious stares of my classmates, and trying to pay as much attention as I could to the teachers’. I had to get in a good college, dad had always dreamed of me going to the same university as him. He had earned a full ride scholarship to London School of Economics. Dad. I had always thought I had gotten all his genes in me. I wanted to be a lawyer, just like him. He said it was because like him, I hated lies. Now, I didn’t even know whose genes I’d gotten. Tears pricked my eyes, and I rapidly blinked them back. I bit my lip and tried to focus my thoughts on the presentation playing in the front of the class.
I grabbed my bag and took off as soon as the bell signalled the end of the day, happy to get rid of the sympathetic, curious, annoying all kind of stares I had faced. Harry was standing at my locker, hands in his pockets, talking to some guys on the football team. As soon as his eye caught me he dismissed the guys surrounding him and jogged up to me. “Ready to go?”
“Don’t you have soccer, I mean football practice today?” I asked, moving alongside him. He shrugged in response.
I halted and placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at me, “Harold.”
“Beatrice.” I cringed at the use of my full name, but kept my glare steady. “You are not gonna skip practice for me, Styles.” I declared, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Who says I’m doin’ it for you, Gray?” He asked raising his eyebrows, with a smirk plastered on his plump lips. I groaned. “I’m feelin sick, someone wouldn’t let me sleep last night.” I bit on my lip, feeling my face flush.
“Go to practice, Styles.” I muttered tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“No can do, Gray.”
“Very well, then. Do as you please.” A cheeky grin spread across his beautiful features.
I rolled my eyes at his stubborn behavior, and started to walk towards the door, feeling him following me like a lost puppy. “But remember I’m not going to talk to you.” I spun around to give him a pointed look.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see how long that lasts,” That smirk of his.
“Yeah we’ll see.”
With my hands crossed over my chest, I marched towards my house, in stubborn silence. Harry walked alongside, with an ever present amused smile on his face.
“Remember that project we have to finish for Feingold? Are we workin’ on it tonight, or is your fake-hurting gonna last that long? I sincerely doubt that, because I can see that smile of yours, somewhere there,” he spoke in a know-it-all tone, his green eyes dancing with amusement, as he searched my face for a smile, I had undoubtedly suppressed. “Just get on with it already, Gray. I know how happy you are that ‘The Styles’ escorted you home.”
I rolled my eyes, at his attempt to be all high-and-mighty. “I’ll see you at 7:30 tonight?”
His green eyes widened in surprise, “I didn’t think it was going to be that easy,” he danced around me like a kid on Christmas day. Sparkling green eyes, dancing with enthusiasm, while his infectious laughter rang in my ears, making me laugh along. He twirled me around. I swear to god, sometimes I thought, he had a mind of a five-year old trapped in the body of an eighteen-year old. A quick kiss was placed on my cheek, “bring Scarlett, mum hasn’t seen her in a while.” He spoke sincerely.
“Harry--”
“Beatrice, I’m not asking you. I’m ordering you to bring yourself and her over for dinner.” I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment.
“Thank you.” I whispered, “for everything.”
He nodded, anxious green eyes searched my amber ones, “I’m fine, Harry. Really.”
“I’m right across the street, whenever you need me, or want to talk or anything, okay?” I gave him a small smile.
“Thank you Haz. Thank you so much.” He nodded before turning away.
“Tonight, 7 yeah?”
I was just about to nod, “It was 7:30, Harold.”
“Now, it’s 7:00, Beatrice.” I stuck my tongue out at him, before letting a chuckle escape my lips.
“7:00, no earlier than that.” He rolled his eyes, and sprinted across the street disappearing into his house.
For the first time after almost a week, I slept that night, tangled in Harry’s arms. I wouldn’t call it a relief though, the memories I was trying to avoid for so many days came crashing back. I woke up with a horrifying scream. Harry’s reassuring arms wrapped around me, in a gentle voice with soothing words he lulled me back to a restless sleep.
My eyes flew open the moment sunlight filtered through the blinds in Harry’s room. I gently tried to pull myself away from Harry’s grip, but his fingers dug deeper into my hip, making my whole body jolt with electricity, no matter how many times Harry had touched me, everytime seemed like the first; the day I had first seen those mesmerizing green eyes, ten months ago, his warm hand holding mine, and the way he had laughed the indents on either side deepening. His twinkling green eyes, had silently promised me forever, and he had been there, like a solid rock whenever I had needed him. He had told me, perhaps, millions of times that he cared for me. But that concept had become so foreign for me, I didn’t know what it meant anymore.
I pulled out of Harry’s embrace as silently as I could, I watched him toss and turn before he fell into slumber again, light snores, almost inaudible left him. I couldn’t help but brush stray curls away from his face and press a kiss on his cheek.
As stealthily as I could, I pulled on the clothes from last night, and neatly folded the shirt and boxers. After placing them on the table, I crept out of the house. The lock clicked behind me, I squinted as the bright light hit me, shading my eyes with a hand over my head, I walked over towards the dreaded house. I pulled the keys out of my bag, and as quietly as I could, I pushed the door open. I sighed in relief when the darkness greeted me. After placing my keys in the bowl on the counter I tip-toed my way upstairs to my bedroom.
I peeked into Scarlett’s room to find her tucked under the sheets. Mom’s bedroom door was ajar, curiosity getting the best of me, I stepped inside, and I wished I never had. Of course she was wrapped up in some guy’s arms. The worst part was that it wasn’t the same guy she was making out with in the morning. I bit my lip, definitely drawing blood out of it. I wanted to stomp and yell, cry and knock some sense into the woman whom I called my mother. Instead, I turned around and slipped into my room.
It was 5:30 in the morning, and I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep. Instead I fished out the homework, due next week to keep my thoughts from running wild. After staring at my physics textbook for a whole hour. I decided to take shower and get ready for school. After brushing my hair into a ponytail and putting on a pair of jean shorts and a loose top. I grabbed my bag from the foot of the bed, haphazardly shoving the textbooks in it. I stepped into a pair of brown colored sandals, before walking towards Lottie’s room.
After coaxing my little sister out of bed, and dressing her up I took her out of the house as fast as I could. “But Tee, I want breakfast!” Scarlett cried, standing in front of the kitchen counter with her hands folded over her chest.
“Lots,” I murmured my eyes darting between the stairs and my little sister. Lottie didn’t budge, staring at me with a pout. “You can have breakfast at school, princess.”
“I don’t like breakfast at school,” Lottie said staring at me through her eyelashes, “I want pancakes!”
“Then we’ll get you pancakes, c’mon!” Harry’s cheery voice rung in the house.
“Hazza!” Scarlett ran up to Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck, while he spun her around, making her let out giggles. “Tee’s not making me pancakes,” she whined, still in Harry’s arms.
“I’ll make you pancakes then, princess,” Harry spoke in a posh accent, making Scarlett widen her eyes, she kissed Harry’s cheek before he placed Scarlett back on her feet. She stuck her tongue out at me and followed Harry around as he pulled the ingredients out of the shelves.
“Harry, this is not a good idea,” I muttered glancing at the stairs. What would I say if that guy came down those stairs? What would I explain to Scarlett? I barely understood it myself. “We can stop at Joe’s on the way to school, Lots.”
“But Hazza’s making pancakes for me, Tris! Stop being mean!” I bit on my lip impatiently, looking back at the staircase, and ignoring Harry’s jade eyes on me.
“There you go love,” Harry handed Scarlett a plate of fresh pancakes, “You want some, Tris?” he called from over the counter. I shook my head ‘no’ and told Scarlett to hurry up, my eyes never leaving the stairs.
I sighed in relief when Lottie finally picked her bag up, and walked out of the door. I grabbed my own bag and was out of the door, when her voice made me grit my teeth, “where are you going?” she asked coming down the stairs in a skimpy outfit. In just one day, I had started hating everything about her her.
I mustered the syllable as sweetly as I could, “school.” She nodded, and I could feel Harry’s confusing stare on me, even without looking at him.
“How are you Harry?” she asked sweetly, walking down the stairs, swaying her hips from side-to-side. Really, now?
“We are getting late for school, mother. Goodbye,” I spoke quietly, before turning around.
“I’m not talking to you Beatrice.”
I kept myself from rolling my eyes and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him towards the door. “I need to get my bag, Tris,” he spoke quietly and gently pulled his wrist out of my death grip.
“I’ll get it,” I muttered quickly pushing him out of the door, and sprinting inside to grab his bag on the kitchen counter.
I hurried out of the house and shoved the bag in his arms then, grabbing Lottie’s hand I speed-walked in the direction of school, knowing that the guy would be stepping out of the house, any moment now.
I dared a glance backwards, telling Harry to hurry up, instead I found him gawking at the door of my house. I shut my eyes tightly, my grip tightening on Lottie’s hand, I didn’t realize that until she let out a meek squeak. Her innocent blue eyes looking at me quizzically. I forced a smile towards my little sister, and told her to run towards the pole around the block, while I stood in the middle of the road, with my head hung low, waiting for Harry to catch up.
“Tris,” his spoke quietly, like approaching a wounded animal. I shook my head slightly, looking back at him with a solemn expression.
“Don’t.”
He bit his lip, and ran a tongue over his lips, before nodding and taking my hand in his, “I’m here, okay?” I nodded, not really believing a word he said. But I knew enough that even though he knew what had happened, he wouldn’t mention it to anyone. “Tris,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
I bit my tongue and offered him a reassuring smile, although all I really wanted to do was break down at that very moment, cry and bawl and want someone to hold me. Instead I blinked back the tears, gathered in my eyes and stood on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m okay, okay?”
He didn’t reply just looked at me with those concerned green eyes. I swung her hands together, and skipped over to find Lottie, keeping that forced smile on my face for as long as I could.
Harry walked with us to Lottie’s school, talking to her with animated gesture, and making her laugh every other second. I followed them silently, none of the control in me, would keep my thoughts from going back to the mess my life had become.
“Bye Tee!” Lottie’s enthusiastic voice pulled me out of my thoughts. A smile crept across my lips, and I knelt to place a kiss on her cheek.
“Bye, love.” After waving her off, I peeked a glance towards Harry. He smiled at me, and held his hand out for me. I gladly took it, grateful that he wasn’t asking any questions,and happy that he didn’t jump to conclusions.
We walked to school in silence. He dropped me off at my first period, and hesitantly placed a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and took a deep, readying myself to face the day, before walking inside the classroom. “I’ll see you in lunch, yeah?” Harry spoke. I turned to face him and nodded, he gave me another uncertain look, which I dismissed with a wave of my hand, and told him to get to his class.
I spent all my classes ignoring the obnoxious stares of my classmates, and trying to pay as much attention as I could to the teachers’. I had to get in a good college, dad had always dreamed of me going to the same university as him. He had earned a full ride scholarship to London School of Economics. Dad. I had always thought I had gotten all his genes in me. I wanted to be a lawyer, just like him. He said it was because like him, I hated lies. Now, I didn’t even know whose genes I’d gotten. Tears pricked my eyes, and I rapidly blinked them back. I bit my lip and tried to focus my thoughts on the presentation playing in the front of the class.
I grabbed my bag and took off as soon as the bell signalled the end of the day, happy to get rid of the sympathetic, curious, annoying all kind of stares I had faced. Harry was standing at my locker, hands in his pockets, talking to some guys on the football team. As soon as his eye caught me he dismissed the guys surrounding him and jogged up to me. “Ready to go?”
“Don’t you have soccer, I mean football practice today?” I asked, moving alongside him. He shrugged in response.
I halted and placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at me, “Harold.”
“Beatrice.” I cringed at the use of my full name, but kept my glare steady. “You are not gonna skip practice for me, Styles.” I declared, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Who says I’m doin’ it for you, Gray?” He asked raising his eyebrows, with a smirk plastered on his plump lips. I groaned. “I’m feelin sick, someone wouldn’t let me sleep last night.” I bit on my lip, feeling my face flush.
“Go to practice, Styles.” I muttered tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“No can do, Gray.”
“Very well, then. Do as you please.” A cheeky grin spread across his beautiful features.
I rolled my eyes at his stubborn behavior, and started to walk towards the door, feeling him following me like a lost puppy. “But remember I’m not going to talk to you.” I spun around to give him a pointed look.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see how long that lasts,” That smirk of his.
“Yeah we’ll see.”
With my hands crossed over my chest, I marched towards my house, in stubborn silence. Harry walked alongside, with an ever present amused smile on his face.
“Remember that project we have to finish for Feingold? Are we workin’ on it tonight, or is your fake-hurting gonna last that long? I sincerely doubt that, because I can see that smile of yours, somewhere there,” he spoke in a know-it-all tone, his green eyes dancing with amusement, as he searched my face for a smile, I had undoubtedly suppressed. “Just get on with it already, Gray. I know how happy you are that ‘The Styles’ escorted you home.”
I rolled my eyes, at his attempt to be all high-and-mighty. “I’ll see you at 7:30 tonight?”
His green eyes widened in surprise, “I didn’t think it was going to be that easy,” he danced around me like a kid on Christmas day. Sparkling green eyes, dancing with enthusiasm, while his infectious laughter rang in my ears, making me laugh along. He twirled me around. I swear to god, sometimes I thought, he had a mind of a five-year old trapped in the body of an eighteen-year old. A quick kiss was placed on my cheek, “bring Scarlett, mum hasn’t seen her in a while.” He spoke sincerely.
“Harry--”
“Beatrice, I’m not asking you. I’m ordering you to bring yourself and her over for dinner.” I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment.
“Thank you.” I whispered, “for everything.”
He nodded, anxious green eyes searched my amber ones, “I’m fine, Harry. Really.”
“I’m right across the street, whenever you need me, or want to talk or anything, okay?” I gave him a small smile.
“Thank you Haz. Thank you so much.” He nodded before turning away.
“Tonight, 7 yeah?”
I was just about to nod, “It was 7:30, Harold.”
“Now, it’s 7:00, Beatrice.” I stuck my tongue out at him, before letting a chuckle escape my lips.
“7:00, no earlier than that.” He rolled his eyes, and sprinted across the street disappearing into his house.
Notes
This was supposed be up yesterday, like I promised jelisa1025, and I had it written and all, but because of the snow, my internet wasn't bearing with me, at all. Sorry babe! So, I dedicate this chapter to my favorite reader, ever jelisa1025. Love ya babe!
Anywho, how was your Valentine's day? I was just sitting at home and watching Frozen again for the fifth time. I love that movie. Don't forget to leave your comments, and votes. And of course don't forget to subscribe either. Luv y'all. And a Happy Belated Valentines Day!!
Again, a massive sorry to jelisa1025, hopefully the chapter makes up for my procrastination.
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