Stay
Chapter 4
--Harrys POV--
I watched as Stella opened the small package, and pulled out this
http://www.polyvore.com/stella/set?id=72891050
"Wow, Stell." I breathed as she stripped down and changed. I sat on the floor, playing with the bubble wrap that she threw at me.
"I know." She laughed and glanced at herself in the mirror. "It's a little much."
"You look great." And she did. Her skin glowed, and even though she didn't do her hair, it flowed down her shoulders perfectly in natural waves. The dress fit her snug, and showed extreme cleavage. I lifted myself off the floor and walked up behind her.
"What's the meeting for?" I asked, resting my head in the crook of her neck.
"I'll tell you after." She smiled and grabbed her purse off the floor.
"I'll be here, waiting." I smirked as she pranced off down the hall.
--
"Stella?" I stood up, checking my watch. It was 3:00 a.m. "Who's here?" I called again, hearing the same muffled laugh.
"Who are you?" Stella stood by the front door, her purse torn and her hair a mess.
"Stell, It's me, Harry." I watched as she threw her heels against the wall.
"Harrah." She laughed, mimicking my accent. "Yes, I remembah' you."
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Ow." She grunted, tripping on air. "I'm fine, Harry." She stumbled to the sofa, pulling her dress down over her legs.
"Let me help you." I grumbled, zipping off her dress.
"I need to tell you something." She whispered as I took off my jacket and wrapped herself in it.
"What is it?" I asked, opening her bag.
"It's just that my father told me th-"
"What the hell is this, Stella?" I pulled out a small plastic bag that was sealed with a small sticker. "Did you take any of this?" I showed her the bag.
"I-I had to, Harry." She mumbled, shaking her head.
"Do you know what this is!" I threw the bag in the trash can, digging deeper into the purse.
"Harry! This is what I needed to tell you." She cried out, snatching her bag. "My father said that I appear in the tabloids more frequently or..or.." Stella's eyes teared up, as she wrapped my coat tighter around her body.
"Or what, Stella?" I whispered, pulling a blanket over her.
"Or I get cut off from the help I NEED." Stella pleaded, her voice shaking.
"What do you need? I can get it for you." I nodded my head, asking her to go on.
"I tried to kill myself, Harry, and it fucked up my insides so bad. And on top of that, I'm some sort of alcoholic? At sixteen? I need HELP, professional help. And my father is the only one who has that type of money to do it for me." Her breaths came ragged and fast.
"I can help." I cooed, smoothing her hair over. "I can help you."
Her breaths came slower and slower, till I felt her head plop down on my chest. How could her own dad do this to her? Everything was becoming crystal clear. Her father uses her depression against her, and forces her to get more screwed up than before, so his damn hotel can get publicity. And if she doesn't, shes cut off from the family supply; He was slowly killing her. That's when it hit me: She was all alone. But that's when I realized another thing, the universe doesn't make mistakes. Everything happens as it should, and maybe, just maybe, I met Stella to save her.
I watched as Stella opened the small package, and pulled out this
http://www.polyvore.com/stella/set?id=72891050
"Wow, Stell." I breathed as she stripped down and changed. I sat on the floor, playing with the bubble wrap that she threw at me.
"I know." She laughed and glanced at herself in the mirror. "It's a little much."
"You look great." And she did. Her skin glowed, and even though she didn't do her hair, it flowed down her shoulders perfectly in natural waves. The dress fit her snug, and showed extreme cleavage. I lifted myself off the floor and walked up behind her.
"What's the meeting for?" I asked, resting my head in the crook of her neck.
"I'll tell you after." She smiled and grabbed her purse off the floor.
"I'll be here, waiting." I smirked as she pranced off down the hall.
--
"Stella?" I stood up, checking my watch. It was 3:00 a.m. "Who's here?" I called again, hearing the same muffled laugh.
"Who are you?" Stella stood by the front door, her purse torn and her hair a mess.
"Stell, It's me, Harry." I watched as she threw her heels against the wall.
"Harrah." She laughed, mimicking my accent. "Yes, I remembah' you."
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Ow." She grunted, tripping on air. "I'm fine, Harry." She stumbled to the sofa, pulling her dress down over her legs.
"Let me help you." I grumbled, zipping off her dress.
"I need to tell you something." She whispered as I took off my jacket and wrapped herself in it.
"What is it?" I asked, opening her bag.
"It's just that my father told me th-"
"What the hell is this, Stella?" I pulled out a small plastic bag that was sealed with a small sticker. "Did you take any of this?" I showed her the bag.
"I-I had to, Harry." She mumbled, shaking her head.
"Do you know what this is!" I threw the bag in the trash can, digging deeper into the purse.
"Harry! This is what I needed to tell you." She cried out, snatching her bag. "My father said that I appear in the tabloids more frequently or..or.." Stella's eyes teared up, as she wrapped my coat tighter around her body.
"Or what, Stella?" I whispered, pulling a blanket over her.
"Or I get cut off from the help I NEED." Stella pleaded, her voice shaking.
"What do you need? I can get it for you." I nodded my head, asking her to go on.
"I tried to kill myself, Harry, and it fucked up my insides so bad. And on top of that, I'm some sort of alcoholic? At sixteen? I need HELP, professional help. And my father is the only one who has that type of money to do it for me." Her breaths came ragged and fast.
"I can help." I cooed, smoothing her hair over. "I can help you."
Her breaths came slower and slower, till I felt her head plop down on my chest. How could her own dad do this to her? Everything was becoming crystal clear. Her father uses her depression against her, and forces her to get more screwed up than before, so his damn hotel can get publicity. And if she doesn't, shes cut off from the family supply; He was slowly killing her. That's when it hit me: She was all alone. But that's when I realized another thing, the universe doesn't make mistakes. Everything happens as it should, and maybe, just maybe, I met Stella to save her.
3/7/13