New Life, New Love

His hands quickly released from my waist and grabbed my thighs pulling them around his body. He pushed into me, pinning my torso against the wall. His legs pressed into the area where my legs met my hips, causing me to lose circulation in my legs. I began to whimper.

"I know you're just playing games with me..." He whispered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I began writhing and squirming, attempting to loosen his hold on me.

"Stop moving so I can make you feel good." His lips were against my collarbone as he said these words.

"No." I croaked.

"Yes." He hissed.

"No. Harry, stop!" He pressed harder into me.

"Dammit! Stop moving, I'm trying to make you fucking feel good, just let me do it!!!" His words were angry but I could hear the hurt in his voice.
I had a sudden rush of adrenaline. I couldn't process my thoughts well.
"You're doing this just cause I rejected you, and now your desperate ego is hurt!"
His head pulled back from my skin. His eyes narrowed to mine.
"Excuse me?"

"You're just angry you can't have me even though you want me! It's pathetic how desperate you are!" I tried holding back my tears.

Harry looked stunned before he pulled a huge frown on his face. "Don't flatter yourself, Bella. I'm not that desperate...not for you at least. I don't want you."

In that moment I realized my hands were free, I didn't waste time in connecting my palm to his cheek harshly.
"You rapist, let me go!!!" I screamed.

His eyes widened as he let go of me.
"I'm not a rapist." He turned swiftly on his heels and left me alone in the locker room.
I placed my hand over my heart, feeling it's rapid beat. I slid down the locker and pulled my knees to my chest as I cried for several minutes.

I remembered I needed to get back to class, I couldn't risk getting in anymore trouble. I ran to the bathroom and quickly washed my face. I still looked like I had been crying, but not as terribly as I did initially.

When I got back to the classroom, Harry was sitting at his desk with various parts of nature. I could see him blush as I entered the room.
The teacher began to explain what we needed to do with the collected supplies.
She turned us loose to work with our partners.
We worked in silence for a coupe minutes.
"Bella?"
I didn't respond, I was still angry and slightly scared from his actions.
"Please. Don't ignore me. I'm sorry, okay? I'm not used to being rejected, I didn't know you...actually didn't like it." I let him ramble for a bit.

"Harry, just stop, okay? I get that you are used to having girls practically beg you to be with them, no matter how desperate it makes them. But I am not one of them. I didn't like it one bit, and I would never like being with you."

Harry stared at his hands. "Could we be friends?"

"You don't become friends with girls unless they "offer" you something, remember? I will not be "offering" you anything."

"I know."

"I'm not that kind of girl."

"I know! I'm sorry! But I mean, I could try? Ya know? I could try to be friends with a girl, with you, and not expect...anything."

"What makes you think I want to be your friend? Why do you suddenly want to be friends?" I gritted.
Harry remained silent so I continued. I studied his face..he almost looked guilty?

"I'm sorry, but I have no interest in being your friend, especially after the stunt you pulled earlier.
But I promise to try to remain civil with you, since you are my class partner and neighbor..."
I was so incredibly shamed by his advances earlier but I was going to let him believe they didn't faze me as much as they actually did.

"But-

"Harry, just stop talking about it okay? We need to get back to work." I really was using all my might to hold back my tears right now.

A few minutes pass and a question I had pushed its way to the front of my mind.

"Harry, why didn't you tell the police about my cuts?"
He shrugged.
"I dunno. Didn't think you would want me to....Why'd you lie to me about never being on a date?"

"What? I didn't lie. I've never gone out on a date. I always told guys no, remember?"

"You said you had a boyfriend." Shit. He's on to me.

"I...uh...I...."


Finally the bell rang and I quickly booked it home. I ran to my bed and fell forward onto it.
"Ugh!!!" I groaned. I didn't have it in me to cry right now. He caught me in my lie, I needed to be more careful.
There was no way I was going to Harry's house later, no way.
As I stared around my room, I thought about my box. Where could it be? I still wasn't sure if the police officer was lying to me on whether he had it or not.
I did a check around my room, but no luck. All I know is the last time I had it, I slid it under my bed because Harry was in my ro-

Oh. my. god. What if Harry took it? But how would he have taken it? Why would he have taken it?
There's no way he took it....did he? I frantically did another search around my room. I guess there's only one way to find out. As If she read my mind, Melody sent a text.

Melody:
Hey! You should come over to Harry's now. We're all here, I told them you would be over soon :)

I took a deep breath in. As much as I didn't want to be around him, I needed to find out if he took my box or not.

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"Bella?" Harry questioned when he opened the door. I noticed he wasn't looking me in the eyes like he usually tries to do.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Melody?"
He led me to the kitchen. I looked around but no one was in here. "Look, Bella, I'm really sorry about today. I feel so-

"Rejected?" I smirked as his face hardened.

"You know what? Nevermind! I thought I could try to be nice to you but your bitchy attitude is in the way...as usual!" He looked at his backpack that was placed on his table as he seemed deep in thought.

"Whatever. Take me to Melody." I huffed. He finally led me to the living room where everyone was hanging out. Melody and Liam were leaning into each other, smiling everytime they made eye contact. She saw me come in.

"Belle!" She ran up and hugged me and then led me over to where Liam was, she had me sit on the other side of her.
We all talked and laughed for a bit. I was actually having a good time besides Nicole's evil glare.

"Belle, you actually did that?" Niall laughed. Despite how crappy he's treated me these past few weeks, we always manage to make each other laugh.

"Yeah! That was one of the few times I actually got an F on my paper!" People were holding their sides laughing at my story.

"I should try that this year! whenever I don't like a question on my test, I'll just pull a Belle and write in big letters on the paper 'Ask better questions you old hag!'

I smiled at Niall as his bright eyes beamed. I found myself blushing. He really was adorable. But I began to frown. I need to remember why I'm here. I need to know if Harry took my box.
If he has it, he probably put it in his room. How was I supposed to get to his room?

"I'll go make the pizza now." Harry stood up.
"You cook?" I asked.
He nodded without making eye contact. I could tell he was being cold with me. He walked out and left for the kitchen. I needed an excuse to get to his bedroom, and now was the perfect time as he was going to be busy making pizzas. If the stairs were out of everyone in living room's eyesight then I would just pretend to go see Harry in the kitchen and go to his room. But everyone in the living room has a clear view of the stairs so that didn't work.

There was only one way I could think of to get into Harry's room. I cringed at what I was going to do next.
"Excuse me, everyone. I need to talk with Harry." Niall elbowed Zayn as they both smirked. What was up with them?

I walked into the kitchen and saw Harry getting out some various utensils, he almost dropped a plate when he saw me walk in.
"Bella?"
I walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He looked stunned but managed to set what he was holding on the counter next to us.
I pulled him closer to me, his eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape.
"Harry, you. I want you to make me feel good. Finish making the pizzas and I'll be in your room...waiting." I whispered into his ear.
He looked shocked. Honestly, I was shocked at my words as well. They were so convincing. It was like they were...true.

"Y-yeah...okay...yeah" He looked like he had a loss for words. I gazed into his eyes and bit down on my lip. His already wide eyes went wider. I turned around and walked back into the living room, starting to walk up the stairs.
"Belle, where are you going?" Melody questioned. I could see Niall smirking, trying hard not to laugh.
"I just need to finish something on Harry and I's project for school." I rushed my words and my feet up the stairs.
I had to recall in my memory which bedroom was his. When I remembered, I rushed over to it.

I took in a deep breath. It's now or never.

I hate going through people's stuff, but I had to do it.
I walked to his closet, opened it up and began searching through the clothes he had thrown onto the floor. No luck.
I closed the door. Next I went to his bed, I fell to my knees and looked underneath. What the heck? Why does he have all these beer bottles? I moved them around a bit, but I didn't see my box. I went over to his night stand and pulled open the top drawer.
Condoms. Condoms galore.
Okay, I quickly shut that and next I went to the bottom drawer. I saw a stash of....some really weird looking dried tea leaves in a bag. What the heck? I shut that quickly. Something told me that's not the kind of tea I would want to drink.

I began turning things over, even things that wouldn't make sense to look around. I was about to check underneath his bed pillows when I heard his door knob turn. Crap. Crap. Crap. Shitcakes and crap.
I never thought this through. What the heck am I supposed to do now?!!
Harry walked in, and closed the door behind him.
"You're-you're done with the pizzas already?"

"No. But I had Liam and Melody take over. I just couldn't wait to go over details of our project together." He winked. Shit.

He walked over and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer.
His lips moved forward, an inch away from mine. I felt my heartbeat in my throat, my mouth became suddenly dry. I couldn't think properly.
I felt something warm against my lips. I froze when I realized it was his lips. My stomach began to do flips. His mouth moved along mine, and to my surprise my lips moved with his.



I forgot where I was. I forgot my name. I forgot my past. I forgot my mission. I forgot everything.



All I could think about was the growing pit at the bottom of my stomach, the way Harry's lips felt against me, the way his breathing was getting heavy.
My hands went for his hair, I began to pull on his soft curls as he moaned against my mouth. Oh my god. What's going on?
His hands moved to my thighs, placing them around my waist, our lips never breaking.
"Bella." He breathed into my mouth.
I secretly loved that he called me Bella, even though I hated the way it sounded when other people called me that.
He walked a bit and began bending, placing me on his bed. He looked up at me, our eyes met, he never broke eye contact as he lent down towards me until the last second when his lips grazed mine.
I was aching for the feel of his lips against mine, but he didn't kiss me. He began kissing along my jaw, leaving wet spots everywhere. His kisses were sloppy as if he couldn't control them. My breathing was getting fast. I could feel the blood pumping quickly throughout my body. Everything around the room was blurry, the only thing I could see clearly was Harry. I closed my eyes as he began kissing my neck.
My eyes flew open and a quiet moan escaped my parted lips to my surprise. Harry pulled back a bit, before leaning down and kissing the same spot again. I couldn't stop them, the moans, falling from my mouth.
"I've always wanted you Bella, since the first time I saw you, I've wanted you." He muttered into my neck.
Somehow, his words brought me back to reality. The first time him and I saw each other. The first day we met was the day I rejected him, just like I rejected him earlier after he tried to...
"Harry." I pushed against his chest. "I...I..."
"No talking, Bella. Don't talk. I just need to feel you." His words were desperate.

"No, Harry. I don't want to do this."

"Bella, don't do this to me." His head rested on my shoulder. "Please, don't do this. Don't you like it? The way I make you feel? I like the way you make me feel." He whined.

I continued to push him off of me, he complied. He was standing, staring at the ground, as I brought myself to a sitting position on his bed.

"I..."

"You wanted me and now you don't! I don't understand you!" He threw his hands into the air.

"I didn't want you. I never wanted you." I admitted.

"What? You just sa-

"I lied." I bit down on my lip.

"What? Why? You wanted to toy with me? Is this some sick, cruel joke, revenge because of what happened earlier?!"

"No, I needed to get to your bedroom..."

"Why?" His face was red, I wasn't sure if it was from anger, embarrassment, our recent...interaction, or a mix of the three.

"I thought maybe you had something of mine that's been missing..." He looked away quickly.
He didn't say anything though, but he ran his hands through his curls. His lips looked redder than usual. Was that because of our kissing?
"Like a box? The last time I had it was when you came over.."
"No. I don't have shit." He stormed out of my room and down the stairs.

I felt guilt rushing through me. I shouldn't have played Harry like that, no matter how much he deserved it. His words echoed in my mind. "I've always wanted you, Bella, since the first time I saw you, I've wanted you."

I took a moment to compose myself, fixing my hair and readjusting my clothes. I shook my head, this was probably one of the worst plans I have ever come up with.

I walked down the stairs, I went to the kitchen to say goodbye to Melody. I couldn't stay here, but instead of seeing Melody and Liam, it was only Harry. He turned to face me.

"Get out, Bella."

"Wait, Harry, I'm sorry!" I don't know why I was apologizing, he has done far worse. I just felt awful.

"No, I'm not taking your shit anymore. Get out!" He yelled. Everyone probably heard too.

"Please, just, I..." I walked towards him but I accidentally tripped over a chair, my hand reached out to stop myself from falling, but I accidentally grabbed his backpack. It came crashing down with me and all the contents spilled out.
"Bella! No!" Harry sounded desperate as my hand reached out for a familiar object.

I held it, staring at before I could process my words.

"Harry, you lied! You stole it and you lied to me!" I screamed as Melody and Liam came rushing in.
"What's going on?" Liam sounded concerned as we ignored him.

Harry just stared at me, his mouth moved but no words came out. "Say something! Or are you too dumb to speak?!" I continued screaming. "Did you see them!? Did you see everything?!"
I could feel myself trembling.
Harry nodded. With his affirmation, I turned on my heels and ran. I ran to my house and up the stairs. I fell to the ground crying.

Someone finally knew my secret. And of all people...it was him.

Shame and anger overtook my body as I drifted off into a turbulent and unrestful sleep on the floor.

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