After a fun dinner, Harry and I went our own way, while Ed went home.

"Wanna take a walk in the park?" He asked.

"Sure." I smiled.

Harry was a great listener. He looked at me in my eyes when I spoke. I felt like he really cared about what I was saying. I watched as little kids who stumbled on their own steps crossed the path. They were so adorable. Drool slid down their lips and smeared onto their cheeks.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"I just haven't found the right guy." I said.

"What about you? I'm sure you have a special girl in your life." I said.

"Actually, I don't. Besides my mum. I'm as single as a pringle." He said.

We both laughed.

To take a break, we took at seat on a bench. He grabbed my wrist, examining it.

My wrist held a tattoo that read "The storms of our life reveal the strength in our faith."

"What's the story behind this." He asked.

He looked at me with such sorrow in his green eyes. Like he could tell something in my pass would cause me to get this tattoo. My eyes shifted to the ground, thinking how to tell him this.

"You don't have to tell me, I was just curious." He said reading my expression.

"It's alright." I said.

" My mother abused me when I was younger. Empty bottles would decorate the kitchen counter and table. She was an alcoholic. The alcohol would sink into her system and she would lash out on me. She would have a crazed look in her eyes, with a hint of hatred. Her hair unbrushed and in tangles. Her dirty fingers nails would dig into my arm as she shook and slapped me. I'd crumble to the ground crying and holding my freshly slapped cheek and confused as to why she hit me. Names were shouted into my ear and my hair would be gripped tightly in her hands. It was hell living in that house. My grandparents are my guardian angels. They rescued me. I lived with them now. My mother is in rehab. My mother abused me to the point where I had bruises and scars all over my body, but I can't help feeling that she should be apart of my life. I haven't told anybody this. I've kept this to myself. People would look at me crazy considering what I've been through with her and still want her back in my life." I finally finished with tears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that your tattoo had so much meaning." He said pulling in for a hug.

My vision got blurry. Tears poured out onto his shirt. I never told somebody my story this fast. Harry was different from everybody else. Harry talked about all sorts of things while driving me home. I think he wanted to keep my mind and his mind off the story I told him, he hit a sour note with asking me about the tattoo. We arrived at my house. He came and opened the door and walked me to my doorstep. In a movie this is a, the part where the girl and the boy kiss or b, the girl's parent comes out and looks at the boy up and down. In this case, it ended with a handshake. I wasn't mad that he asked me about the tattoo, but I'm shaken up a bit because I haven't told anybody really.

"Goodnite." I said.

"Goodnite." He replied.

I sensed that Harry was upset. I wasn't acting like myself after the whole tattoo thing. It wasn't his fault he didn't know.

"Harry?" I called back.

"Yeah?" He said.

I went up to him and kissed him on the cheek. His cheek swelled with heat and redness. A smile curled up on his lips.

"Bye." He said smiling.

Notes

Thanks for reading! I promise it will get interesting in the later chapters!