Emily's POV

The sound of the last bell ringing, causes everyone to scurry over to the doors,chatter erupting in the hallways.

I pick up my sketchbook,slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Ready?" Zayn questions,holding on to the straps of his backpack.

"Yep" I smile,as we walk out the classroom, the atmosphere changing from quiet,to loud in the matter of a second.

As we were walking,we spoke about our upcoming art assignments, and our exams.

But,my mind wandered somewhere else.

Harry.

I didn't see him at school today at all.

He didn't come over to my house in the morning,like he usually does.

He hasn't called.

He hasn't texted.

Nothing.

Was I scared?

Yes! Where on earth is he? Is he okay? Is he safe?

So many thoughts ran through my head,throughout the entire day.

But,now it was becoming worse.

I didn't realize that I had zoned out,until Zayn says something that snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Still thinking about,Harry huh?" He asks softly,guilt spreading over my face.

"I'm sorry..God,I'm so sorry.." I shake my head,stopping as we reach my locker.

"It's just that..What if he's not..He hasn't.." I begin, running my fingers through my ponytail,a sigh escaping my lips.

"I know.. " Zayn replies softly,leaning against the lockers beside me.
"But,I know Harry,love" he answers,biting his lip. "He wouldn't not tell you,if he wasn't safe..And..Yeah,it's worrying me as well..A lot,actually " he states,with a huff. "But,Harry knows well..And,I know that you'll find him,soon..And,if you don't,please don't hesitate to call me,Em's...I'll be there before you know it..If you need me to-"

"I know where he is," I blurt out,before he could finish his sentence.

As Zayn was talking, I came to a realization that I should've gotten to ages ago.

"Harry knows well"

"He wouldn't, not tell you,if he wasn't safe"

This has happened before.

And,I pray to god,it isn't the same reason...But,my gut tells me it might be.

I know exactly where he is.

"You do?" He asks,turning around to face me.

I nod swiftly, emptying my locker into my bag.
"I'll text you when I find him,yeah?" I sigh,making Zayn nod.

"Yeah no,of course..Be safe,yeah? And again,if you need anything -"

"Now I know,who to call" I smile softly.

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I wrap my arms around myself,the brisk wind hitting my face,as I walk forward.
The soft sway of the trees,fill the quiet air,bringing a sense of peace to the area.

My thoughts wander to the possibilities, as to why Harry would be here.

Well,I don't really know if he'll be here,or not..But,something tells me he is.

I breathe a sigh of relief, as the train tracks,come into my vision, the metal and wood,peaking through the bushy trees.

The soft sound of twigs snapping beneath my feet,fill the area as I step onto the tracks,my arms still hugging my waist.

The faint sound of wind,takes over my senses, as my eyes wander around the area,in Hope's to find a curly headed boy.

My eyes continue to scan the place,until..

I feel a wave of pain wash over me,as I find Harry sitting down on the wood,all the way at the back,his head in his hands.

I walk up to him slowly,making sure not to startle him with the sound of gravel crunching beneath my shoes.

I stop,as I stand behind him,not a sound coming from him.

He knew who it was.

And,the fact that he didn't acknowledge me,says that something's wrong.

I suck a soft breathe through my lips,sitting down slowly beside him,hugging my knees to my chest.

I turn around to see that his,expression said absolutely nothing.
His fingers were weaved through his brown hair,tugging at them harshly.

I feel a sting in my chest, as I notice his face.

Bruises scattered against his soft skin.

Cuts across his lip and forehead.

His white shirt,was stained with his blood. The red,now turning into a dark shade of brown.

I tear my eyes away from him,because I just couldn't stand seeing him this way.

"Your hurt" I whisper,looking down at the ground.

"..I know" he replies, barely above a whisper.

We sit there for a couple of seconds,not a word coming from either of us.

"..I fucked up," he states,letting go of his head,giving me a clearer view of his face.

I feel the tears collecting in my eyes,as I look his way.

"..Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask softly,my eyes still glued to the ground.

My attention is brought back up,as I hear Harry chuckle.

"Do I wanna talk about?" He begins,getting up of the floor.

"Let's fucking talk about it,yeah!" He continues to chuckle,making me shake my head,as I get up.

"Harry,I -"

"No,you wanted to talk about it,so let's talk!" He says,waving his arms about.

I keep silent, my lips pursed together, as I watch him pace around the tracks.

"4 years.." he grits,raking his hand through his hair. "4 fucking years,I stayed quiet..At some point,I knew I was gonna break," he says,his voice cracking.
"And,I did. I did,and now I don't know what to do anymore! I lost everything!" He continues, his voice loud,but the pain laced in his tone was evident.
"I don't have a home anymore! I never really did,but fuck,I don't have a place to sleep anymore! I don't have my family..I...I've lost everything " he finishes, a tear slipping his eyes.

It took everything, for me to not rush over to him,and hold him in my arms.

But,something told me it wasn't time just yet.

"I left him there.." he says,his eyes finally meeting mine.

His green eyes,now took the shade of a clear crystal, the jade green still being visible.

"I just left him there,on the floor,just like he did to me,Every fucking time." He growls,tears welling up in his beautiful eyes.

Left who? Was he talking about his dad?

"Harry,you need to tell me what happend," I speak up,moving closer to him,hesitantly.

He shakes his head violently, a soft sob leaving his lips.
"I didn't want to," he begins,his hands shaking,as he brings them up to his hair. "I didn't want to,but fuck,I couldn't take it anymore " he sighs harshly.

I put the pieces together in my head,knowing that he got into a fight with his dad.

Part of me was glad,that he finally stood up,and put him in his place,but the consequences that it brought...My heart,hurt for him so bad.

"Did you and your father get into a - "

"Don't call him that," he growls,cutting me off.

I nod quickly,screwing my eyes shut.
"I'm sorry,I didn't mean -"

"What am I going to do?" He questions softly,interrupting me once again.
"I can't look at him after that,I can't stand in the same room with him,after all this" he says,shaking his head.

"I know,Harry,I know" I coo softly,walking up to him.

I hesitantly place my hand on his forearm, rubbing his soft skin,with the pad of my thumb.

"I'm just so tired " he whispers,a tear rolling down his blood stained cheek.

Without another word,I pull him into a tight hug,his arms hugging my waist tight.

"M'tired,I'm just so fucking tired," he sobs,his cold tears soaking the material cover my shoulder.

I nod slowly, my hands rubbing his back,reaching up to comb my fingers through his hair now and then.

The fact that I could feel his body shaking,made my heart clench.
His breathing becomes laboured, as he calms down,soft sniffles coming from him.

He pulls his head away slowly, his eyes still glossy.
"I'm sorry," he whispers,his hands still rested against my waist.

"Harry," I begin,shaking my head softly. "Don't apologize,don't ever apologize for that again,yeah?" I nod,tracing his tear stained cheeks with my fingertips.

"No,I.." he starts,sucking in a sharp breathe. "I didn't mean to yell at you, i wasn't thinking..I.."

I stop him,by placing my index finger over his lips softly.
"Don't apologize " I whisper,retracting my finger softly.

He nods slowly,my hands still holding the back of his head,my fingers lost in his hair.

He rests his forehead against mine,his curls tickling my skin.

"Are you scared of me?" He whispers,his eyes flickering up,to finally meet mine.

I shake my head,the pad of my thumb,caressing the bruises against his cheek.

"I'd never be scared of you,Haz..You did what you had to do," I answer,making him nod slowly.

His crystal green eyes,bore into mine,my breathe hitching in my throat,as I take in how beautiful they looked.

I bring my fingers to his lips,tracing the cut,that took over his bottom lip.

He shudders at the contact,our foreheads still rested against one another's.

My fingers move up,to take the curl,that fallen over his eyes between my fingers.

Without sparing another second he presses his lips to mine,my instinct being to respond immediately.
He envelopes his soft,pink lips with mine,the faint metallic taste consuming my senses. His lips moulded with mine carefully, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. I make sure not to hurt him,keeping the kiss soft and delicate.

I pull away slowly, my nose nudging against his,making his lips curve up into a small smile.

"There's that smile I was missing," I giggle softly, making him chuckle.

"And,there's that laugh,I've been longing to hear, " he smiles, tucking a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

He let's out a soft sigh,his hand reaching down to hold mine.

His fingers brush over the bronze ring against my ring finger.

He brings my hand up to his lips,leaving a small kiss against it.

I giggle softly at his action,my hand moving to his cheek.

"Stay with me a little longer?" He questions, leaning into my palm.

"Wasn't planning on leaving,any time soon," I smile.

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