Chapter 11: Sometimes I Start To Believe The Voices In My Head
Mood for this chapter: Coral and Anchors by
Caleb Lovely
Harry's POV
[Harry's Attic, 22:31]
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I paced my little room impatiently. She told me 22:30.
Harry, stop. You're being ridiculous. It's a minute past.
I stopped my pacing as another thought came to mind: what if Liam or Niall caught her sneaking up here? That would be a lot of explaining in my end, and having a good explanation at that would be next to impossible. It would look exactly how it looks.
I heard a soft knock and then the door creaked open hesitantly. Rebecca popped her head in and gave me a slight wave before she carefully stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. I felt myself smile, then I ducked my head.
My smile was fucking ugly. It was something awful. Sad to see and repulsive.
"Why do you do that?" She whispered.
"W-why do I do what?" I asked her. I was certainly not used to talking to her yet.
"You hide," she said to me. "Why?"
"Have you fucking seen me?" I snapped. Then I cringed. My dad taught me better than to talk to women like that. "Sorry," I gush.
"Have you fucking seen me?" She retorted. She pulled a goofy face that made me chuckle a bit. Becca had a way with making things easier and feel a little less tense.
"Oh trust me, Liam talks about you all the time. I don't even need to see it to know." I mused. Becca scrunched her nose as she strode over to me cautiously. She then proceeded to sit down on the floor cross-legged. I copied her actions.
"Do what brings you up here?" I asked, being serious now. Rebecca gulped and diverted her gaze, suddenly nervous as she played with the frayed edgiest of her flannel.
"I wanted to ask you about something." She mumbled. I nod slowly, signaling for her to proceed. "Well, two things actually. My first question is about this house. Louis told me about how my mum and dad were close to your father and sort of helped raise you, Liam, Niall and Him. But your dad is gone.." I nodded again to confirm what she was saying. Why was she bringing this all up now? "okay, why?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. They were good people, I guess. They saw a father five displaced teenage boys that needed help."
"But..," Her face suddenly looked frantic as she lowered her gaze to the floor. She seemed to be wracking her brain for something- a thought, a comment, and monologue of some sort. But she was at a loss for words. I could tell she had no idea of what to say. She looked up at me, a tear slipped down her face. Her mouth turned down and her eyes filled with hurt.
"I can see why a lot of people loved them," she managed to say. Then her face started to twitch a bit as she seeming was trying to refrain from more tears falling. "They weren't good people," she spat through gritted teeth. "They looked good on the outside, they helped people, put their two kids in private school for a better education. But they weren't good people." Her jaw was clenched and and her face paled a bit. She was about to break. "I love my parents, but they were incapable of loving me and my bother back. They didn't know a damn thing about love. Or goodness. My dad was seeing people behind my mum's back and my mum constantly talked shit about other people. She didn't care about anyone, she was selfish, same with my dad. They only wanted to look the part. My mum had a drinking problem and my father was abusive, I never saw that much though. I mainly saw Wyaat after his and dad's 'talks'. There is no way in hell they were good. They are good actors, they were good at manipulating..."
I took it in.
I never knew this.
"And you second question?" I ask.
She looked up at me and huffed. Her face softened as she reached out slowly and pulled my hair back, revealing my secret, my flaw, my sin. And before I knew it, her fingers had come into contact with me once again. She had started to trace the lines and crevices of the uneven tissue of the scars and then up and over to where the car met my unblemished skin. I had found this little thing of hers so oddly comforting and soothing. I felt my shoulders un-tense and my breathing slowed.
"What happened?" She asked quietly.
I was quiet for a long while. I couldn't bring my self to say it.
"I- nothing happened." I finally answered. "It was a stupid mistake."
She shook her head and stood up. "Never mind." She simply says. "Forget that I had asked."
And she let herself out.
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Notes

So, I've been editing so much and hard-core writing! For those who have read these chapters already, just know that there are going to be some twists!