
New Life, New Love
Soup and a Box
Harry's POV
I quietly unlocked the house door and made my way up to Bella's room. I had with me my backpack, I thought it would help convince Mr. Wood that I would be asking Bella some chemistry questions.
On the stairs my text alert went off.
Nicole:
I'm booored. Wanna do something fun tonight? ;)
I didn't answer, but the offer was tempting. However, right now I needed to talk to Bella. Which one was her room? I think it was the one closest to the stairs....
I opened the door slowly. Bella's back was turned to me as she picked something off the floor. It looked like a box of some sort.
She was in her pajamas, the tank top she was wearing was a little more revealing than most her clothes.
As soon as she heard the noise I was creating, she quickly adjusted to hide her arm, moving it behind her as she turned around to face. "Back so soo...Harry?"
She looked bewildered.
"I thought you might be hungry, so your mum let me bring some of the soup to you."
"Oh, thanks." She was looking at the floor. She no longer hid her arm, but I could see it was bandaged.
"Bella, do your parents know about the cuts on your arm from the....kitchen accident?" She shook her head no as she remained silent.
"Bella, you aren't actually ill, right?"
"What do you want, Harry?" She didn't sound angry, she just sounded tired.
"Why won't you look me in the eye?" I walked towards her, there was a feet of distance between us, but I got small hints of the perfume she was wearing. She smelled like rasberries. I like rasberries.
Her brown eyes met mine and I could see they were glassy.
Damn, I hated seeing girls cry. Not because I hated seeing them hurt, but because it was freaking annoying, but with Bella, seeing her eyes a little watery didn't annoy me, it just made me feel really damn bad.
"In the car...I didn't mean to....I wasn't trying to shame you." My hand went to the back of my neck as I began to massage my tense muscles. "Bella, what I'm trying to say is that I'm...sorry. I'm really sorry."
She turned around, I saw that her hand went to her face really quick as if she was wiping something away. I realizing she was wiping away a tear.
She turned back around to me. I noticed she had let her hair fall freely around her shoulders. I never noticed but there was hints of red in her dark brown waves. It was also really shiny. I bet her hair is soft to touch.
Her lips were pouted, her bottom lip looked so plump.
What amazed me is that she never wore makeup, yet she somehow managed to look pretty. She was this effortless beauty. I never admitted it before, at least not completely, because I usually went after girls who looked a little more....experience, like Nicole. Nicole was a pretty girl, but she also wore a lot of makeup, like she was trying to hide herself behind a mask.
Bella held eye contact with me as she spoke. Somehow I became very conscious of my body, the way I was holding myself. She was intimidating me? "What exactly are you sorry for?"
"The car ride, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was actually worried. I wanted to know that you were okay. I wanted to know that the cuts were because of the way my friends and I had treated you. I'm sorry for that too. I really am."
"Thank you, Harry." She didn't smile. She wasn't crying anymore either. Her face was emotionless and she looked really exhausted.
"I left the soup downstairs if you are still hungry. Do you want me to stay with you for a bit? To keep you company?"
Bella's POV
Harry was offering to keep me company. The box that I was looking through was by my foot. I didn't want to keep it out in the open so I slid it underneath my bed.
"If you stay for a while don't expect anything to happen, you got that?" I poked his chest with my finger while giving him a stern look.
His green eyes lit up and as a smile danced across his face, "The thought didn't even cross my mind, love."
"It didn't?" Usually, I would have liked to hear that. Don't get me wrong, I hated it when people's minds were constantly in the gutter, but I was a little offended that he was coming to my bedroom in my empty house and he didn't even think of sex with me, not even little.
His smile grew wider, "No, I only came to talk to you."
"Oh....so what do you wanna do?"
He shrugged. "You could tell me about yourself. I could tell you about myself."
I laughed lightly.
We both sat on my bed, keeping our distance of course as we talked for a bit.
I found out that Harry liked to play "football" (soccer for me). He said that he played since he was seven. Whenever he would get mad at his dad, he would go play football either by himself or with a friend.
"I had a lot of friends back in Oregon. I've skyped a few of them, but it's kinda hard to keep up with everyone especially with all this distance, and me having to make a whole bunch more friends here."
He nodded, "That makes sense. Naturally, your attentions should be emphasized on making friends here as long as you don't forget where you belong (ha) or where you've come from."
I looked down at my hands. I wanted to forget where I've come from, but I was never able to. I hated the memories I had of bullying.
I looked sad as Harry noticed my silence. "You alright, love?"
"I just need to use the bathroom." I quickly got up and headed towards it.
Harry's POV
I worried as she left the room. It seemed as if she was hiding something. Some secret from back home. Maybe that's what Jon meant when he said they came over here to get here away from "this" (whatever "this" was). Then I remembered the box. She seemed as though she was trying to hide it when she slid it under the bed.
I quickly grabbed it and stuff it in my backpack. It was a little big but I eventually managed to zip it up tightly.
Bella entered the room as I heard her family enter the house.
"I guess that's my cue to go. This was nice." She nodded.
Before I left the room, I turned to her, catching a glimpse of her beauty as she sat down on her bed. "Bella, do you think that we could ever be friends?"
"Only when you stop being a jerk." She smiled so I knew she was joking. I laughed lightly.
"I'll see you tomorrow in writing, okay? Maybe we can sit next to each other or something?"
She nodded, giving me her bright smile. After we talked to each other casually, she seemed to be a little less weary. And now that I had apologized I felt a lot better. I felt content, satisfied.
I left the house and was about to walk towards my home when I remembered my text from Nicole.
I had a decision to make, either go home and check out the box or go to Nicole and "release" some pent up frustrations of mine.
I decided I would go spend some time with Nicole.
"Shit! Nicole! So fucking hot!" I released myself as she wiggled off of me.
"Stay the night?" Her breath hit my ear.
"I can't. My mom's home, and I have things to do." I remembered the box, I was eager to look through it.
After I convinced her to let me go, I walked out of her house. But unlike the feeling I had when I left Bella's, I felt empty, not content or satisfied.
I quickly found myself back home. I ran to my room and opened up my backpack, grabbing the box before I flopped onto my bed.
I took of the lid and found a pile of pictures. I looked through them and saw pictures of Bella and her family through the years. There were also numerous pictures of other people, some had Bella in them. I assumed these were of her friends back in Oregon.
She really was popular.
But underneath that pile, I saw a brown envelope. It was rather big and stuffed.
I opened it up and my jaw dropped as I flipped through the pictures.
They were pictures of bruises on someone's body. Huge ones that looked extremely painful. There was one where someone's leg was cut up. There was pictures of scrapes. Why did Bella keeps pictures of all this?
Then I realized that these were pictures of her. One of the pictures had Bella looking into a full-length mirror. Her stomach was deeply bruised and so was her face. She had blood all over her clothes as well.
Not only were there the horrible pictures, but there were notes as well. Threatening notes.
I picked up one that seemed to be written in weird red ink. It said, "Don't forget to check your closet tonight." I dropped it when I realized that it wasn't written in ink, but someone's blood.
My face twisted in disgust.
What was going on? My stomach began to swirl as I thought through the possibilities.
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