Sorry, busy week for me but I'm finally here. Ryan was Ryan Gosling but I change him for Jamie Campbell. Thanks for all the comments, I love it to read it. By the way, Lucy is not going to change 'physically', this is about love someone the way the person is.

Enjoy and don't forget to comment xo

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LUCY'S POV

"You know all that against Marcus ... it wasn’t necessary, right?" I whispered with my eyes glued to my lap.

"I guess so. Anyway, I think he deserved it, he was flirting with you in the pool, I could tell."

"So? What is your problem? "I whisper.

Thank god I'm using the seatbelt because Harry stops the car abruptly. I gulped and turned my face to Harry, frightened by his reaction.

"What is-?"

"SHUT UP LUCY!" I jumped when he screams. "I'm so sick that you're always acting so challenging!"

I gulped again, I wasn't expecting this.

"No... I wasn’t challenging you." I whisper intimidated.

"Of course you do! You're always whispering all! "He yells angrily rolling his eyes.

Now that he is angry, I'm really scared, nobody ever yelled at me in my entire life so it's shocking to me. He really scares me sometimes.

"Ple-please...calm down." I say frightened looking into his eyes. "Don't scream."

Harry's eyes loose the anger at my words. The boy sighs and lets his fingers runs through his hair.

"Sorry." He said harshly, looking away from me. He starts the engine and the car is moving again.

"Um, well..." I whisper as Harry parked his car outside my house. "Good-by-"

"You know that I will come with you and I DON'T accept NO for an answer." He says before I can say something.

Harry gets out the car and I do the same. We walked to my house in silence; all I hear is the sound of our shoes hitting the concrete.

"Aren't you tired? You swam a lot. "He said as I close the door. "You're like Michael Phelps but in a female version."

I smile weakly and nod. "I'm going to change my clothes, wait here."

Harry nodded and jumped on my couch. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV.

I stare at him for a few seconds; he hasn't noticed that I'm still here. I just think that he's so weird, so strange. He almost ... almost kissed me, then he yelled at me and now he is lying on my couch watching TV.

 What kind of person acts like that? Is he emotionally stable? I'm starting to wonder.

"Lucinda I see you from the reflection of the TV, are you going to dress up or I have to do it for you? I don't have problems to undress you.”

His words hit me and I blush abruptly. I turn and running towards my room. I close the door and lean against it. My heart is beating to fast with just his words.

Why he provokes me this? He makes me feel so nervous, so clumsy. There are no words, I can't explain it.

I'm mad at him, I really am but if I wanted to get away from him I simply can't. He is chasing me and I can't say no. Harry presses me and I have to give in. I can't be angry with him even if I wanted to, he doesn't listen to me and he doesn’t care. So the solution is to bear with this and live with it until he gets bored of me and I hope that happen soon.

I left my clothes on the floor and looked for my pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. I tied my hair in a ponytail, I clean my glasses and I head downstairs.

"Nice clothes." I roll my eyes. "I'm serious nerd, um, you...you look cute" He smiles softly.

I don't know if he is making fun of me or telling the truth.

"What...do you want to do?" I asked.

"Um, well ..." He brings his hands to his stomach. "I'm hungry."

I nod. "I can cook something-"

"Let's cook together." He said getting up. I imitate him and walked to the kitchen.

"So you cook?" I asked surprised.

"I like to cook, it’s fun." He shrugs.

" What do you want to cook?”

"I know it sounds very common and very basic but let's cook spaghetti. It is one of my favorite foods."

"Mine too." Harry smiles and I smile back.

We put the materials that we need it to do the spaghetti on the table. I prepare the noodles while Harry cuts the chicken; we decided to add chicken pieces to make it different.

We are here together in my house getting along. If I have to bear with this, at least we should talk about something and know each other better. I'll start with a simple question.

"Um, so you like to cook...who taught you?

Harry buries the knife in wooden tray and I jumped at his reaction.

"...My mother." He answered without looking at me.

This is the second time he mentions his mother and he doesn't look happy about it.

"Sorry if I bothered. I was just... "

"Curious, I know." He sighs. "I've always liked cooking so I always helped my mother."

"In the...in the short time I have known you, you've met my stepfather and um, also...my mother. I ... I was just wondering...what about your parents?"

Harry stops cutting the chicken and rests his hands on the table. "Um, they're alive." That's all he replies before he grabs the knife again.

Oh, he must have family problems. Okay, I understand, we all have. I will pass to another question. What can I say?

"Do you have… siblings?" I asked. That is simple.

"Yes.” He answered without looking at me. Talk about his family definitely is not comfortable. I turn around. Try to make conversations is not my thing. "What about you?"

I'm surprised; maybe he also tries to establish a conversation.

"Um, an older brother, he is in college." I reply.

 " Really? Here?"

"No, he lives in London."

"Oh, shit." Harry complains.

I turn to him, Harry looks at his index finger, is bleeding. I bite my lip nervously, while my face turns pale.

"Oh, that must hurt, wait." I grabbed a towel.

Harry laughs. "Calm down, it's just a little cut."

"Um, I don't like blood." I say wrinkling my nose. "I can't stand it."

"But when we met that night and you were my nurse-"

"There wasn't too much blood and we were in a room with the lights off." I shrug, "And I don't I have a blood phobia, I just don't like it."

"I think it is not bleeding anymore." Harry left the towel aside. It's not bleeding; there is only a small cut.

"Would you give me a kiss?" He asks with a puppy face and my eyes widen surprised by his request, "In the finger Lucinda, except you want to kiss me in another place." He winked.

A heat runs through my body at his words. I gulped and my eyes meet his.

"Um, okay." I nod and Harry leans toward me. "What? No! Harry!" I rest my hands on his chest to stop him. "On...on your finger." I mumbled, I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes.

I grabbed his finger and I planted a soft kiss on it. It's like children when they get hurt, when they cry and ask their mother to give a kiss to heal the wound.

He is so weird, an hour ago he was yelling at me and now he asks for a kiss.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Harry whispers at me. I nod in response. "Men like to see women sucking a finger because it looks like you're a sucking a di-"

"Harry!" I interrupt him covering his mouth. He laughs at my reaction.

"I was just saying a scientific fact." He says when I remove my hand from his mouth.

"And what have of scientific fact what you just told me?" I walk back to the stove and the water is boiling with the noodles.

"It is scientifically proven." I don’t need to look to know that he is smiling.

"You ... you like popcorn?" I asked to change the subject. I grabbed the packet of popcorn from a drawer and I approach the microwave.

"Is a weird combination eat popcorns and then the spaghetti but sounds good to me."Harry answered.

We eat popcorns while we finish cooking. The silence between us is not uncomfortable, it is rather ... nice. I don’t know what to think about this situation, especially what has happened today but I feel good to end the day at Harry's side.

"I know what you're thinking." Harry says as I serve spaghetti on our plates. "I'm... I'm sorry ... for... everything." He mumbles.

"What is 'everything'?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, don't push me, I'm new on this." He complains with a smile. "But I know I was an idiot."

"Um yes but ... this...um, is fine Harry." I shrug.

"You know what?" He said before grabbing a noodle and throws it to the mouth. "Actually I'm having fun here..." He smiles. "Here with you." He shrugs.

I don’t know if my heart is still beating.

"Um, yes, me too.” I nod biting my lower lip.

This is an odd moment but is cute. We locked eyes and I don’t know how much time I spend looking at Harry's green eyes but we are interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it." Harry says and walks to the door.

I grab the popcorn bowl and I pour some into my mouth.

"BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” I almost drop the bowl when I hear Harry screaming.

What is happening?

I walk towards the entrance and my heart stops to see Ryan at the door. My ex friend frowns at Harry. Both are very close to each other, I must stop them, I don't want any fights here.

"Um, hello Ryan." I say placing myself in front of Harry, my back crashing against his chest. "What...what are you doing here?" I freeze when I feel Harry's hand around my waist.

"Um, I came to see you." He answered looking at me, his eyes soften and he smiles.

"You saw her, now go." Harry growls behind me.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Ryan points out my pajamas and opens his eyes with panic in his face. "Lucy you're with him?"

"Yes" Harry responds.

"No." I reply with a face like a tomato. Why Harry said that? We're not together, I barely know him! He just said that to annoy Ryan. "No, we're not. And ... um, what do you want? "I ask, very surprised at seeing Ryan here in my house.

"I wanted to apologize for how I treated you that day on Caddie's party and-"

"That night when we beat the shit out of you." Harry says and I can feel his arrogant smile.

"Harry." I muttered.

"Seriously, can you tell me what are you doing with this idiot?" Ryan asks irritated.

"Shut up or I'll kick your ass again." Harry said through clenched teeth. He tries to move towards Ryan but I use my body weight to stop it.

"Um, please, stop." I managed to say. "Ryan, you want to come in?"

"Really?" Harry and Ryan say at the same time but in different tones. Harry's voice sounds irritated and Ryan sounds surprised.

I sighed and tried to ignore Harry's attitude. He will have to respect my decision, Ryan was my best friend, I still care and respect him.

"Sure Ryan." I nod and I loose from Harry's grip."Let's go to the kitchen." I say and entered the house. I hear Ryan's footsteps behind me and I hear a door slam. Harry's gone?

"What were you doing?" Ryan asks.

"She was cooking with me fucking idiot." Harry replied harshly when he walks into the kitchen.

"He is going to answer for you?" Ryan frowns at me. "Anyway, why are you still here?" Ryan growls.

"I was here first, you should go." Harry responds leaning against the wall.

"What the fuck? Oh please! There is no reason for you to stay here, it is absolutely ridiculous. You don't belong here Harry. "Ryan spits and moves his eyes to me. "Have you thought about why he is here? Why are you wasting your time with someone like him? Are you stupid Lucy or--"

"SHUT UP! or I will fucking kill you." Harry shouts and approaches quickly towards Ryan.

"N-no, Harry!" I say and I stand in front of Ryan. He can’t hit Ryan if I can stop it.

"Have you heard what he said?" Harry spits. "You do not deserve to hear that."

"You don't deserve her." Ryan interrupts.

"What about you? You think you deserve her?" Harry growls. "Ugh, I'm so tired of you. Let's go outside, so I can kick your fuck-"

"Pl-please." I begged, interrupting Harry. "Please stop." I say looking at both.

"Whatever." Harry rolls his eyes and walks to the table to pick up his plate with spaghetti. I can't believe it, suddenly he looks very calm as if a few minutes ago he wasn't about to punch Ryan.

Harry buries the fork in the noodles and throws to his mouth. "This is delicious." He smiles sweetly before he eats again.

"He is so awkward, Lucy." Ryan whispers and I turned to him. "I can't believe you-"

"Ryan's enough." I frowned, interrupting. "Just be nice."

Ryan sighs and nods. "So ... how are you? It’s been a while. "

"I know." Sigh. "I'm fine and you?" I answer and I stand next to Harry. "You want to eat spaghetti?" I asked, stretching a plate towards him.

"Okay." He responds grabbing the plate. "I've been fine," Ryan sighs. "I thought a lot about you Lucy."

"Of course you do." Harry said sarcastically. Before Ryan can reply Harry's cell phone interrupts. He pulls his phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. "Shit." He mutters. "Um, Lucy, I have to go." He says.

"Oh, am, why?" I think my voice came out almost desperate. I...I don't want him to leave.

"I must do something. The food was delicious. So, um, I'll see you tomorrow? "I nod and Harry leans over to plant a kiss on my forehead. His eyes lose the softness when he meets Ryan's eyes. "You're lucky I have to go, I'm watching you pussy, so if you touch her I'm going-"

"Harry." I sigh. He frowns at me and then he walks out the kitchen. I hear a slam door and I know he's gone.

Ryan turned towards me. "What was that? Um, I mean, what's going on between you?"

"Um, nothing. We're friends." I shrug.

And that's the truth, Harry and I are friends. We're different but at the end of the day we get along. It was fun day with him, I must admit I didn't want him to leave.

"Oh, it's weird."

"Why?"

"Because yes, why would he be going out with someone like you?"

Auch, that hurt. I will not ask why he is saying that, because I know what he means, I also wonder the same thing, I know there are girls better than me...far better than me.

"That's not what I meant." Ryan says as he notices the pain in my eyes. "I ... I'm sorry for what I said Lucy. It was not my intention. "He said placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Okay." That's all I say. Too late, Ryan can't apologize, he hurt me.

"You know how I am, an idiot." He smiles. "I suck with words."

In that he is right, Ryan isn't good with words and he is always wrong, he never expresses what he really wants to say.

"Yes, I know." I smile weakly.

We stop the conversation when we heard the door close and footsteps approaching towards the kitchen.

"Ryan?" Madison asks, poking her head through the door. "Nice pajamas." She said sarcastically looking at my clothes.

"Hi Madison." He smiles.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I came to talk to Lucy."

"Really?" Madison laughs and rests her hands on her hips. "Ryan you’re so fake" The blonde laughs and walks over to the table to grab the popcorn. "and you Lucy, you can’t be more stupid. "She smiles.

I look at her, biting my lower lip. I know that Madison is about to say what I do not want to hear.

"I bet he came to apologize" She laughs. "and as silly as you are going to forgive him."

There we go.

"Madison's enough." Ryan growls. "You don't have to be a bitch with Lucy."

"That's my job honey." Madison walks towards Ryan and looks  at him challenging. "Also don't be rude." She playfully pushes Ryan's shoulder. " A few days ago you were moaning my name."

My mouth almost fell to the floor in surprise. It forms a lump in my throat when words acquire meaning in my mind. Ryan? Slept with Madison? I can't believe it.

I think something broke inside me. I must admit that I used to like Ryan and always respected him. We were friends since 8, we lived a lot together since childhood, things that marked my life. He moved here and we don't talk so constantly.

When I moved here our friendship didn't last long, because he changed, he wasn't the Ryan that I used to know. I always wondered if he liked me, when I came here I thought things would be different. I had grown up, maybe I wasn't pretty but I always thought about inner beauty and I thought he thought the same thing... but I was wrong. And now I understand...he always liked people like Madison...and I was far from being like her.

"Oh ..." That's all I can say. I took my glasses and I cleaned it with my shirt.

"I think he likes you but he had sex with me anyway and you know why?"

"This is stupid Madison, shut up." Ryan growls. "Lucy can we-?"

"You just have to look at you; it's for your physical Lucy.  Look how you dress, what you love to do! You’re such a freak and I know what you're thinking and you're right, Ryan only cares what other people think. "

"Shut up!" Ryan screams. "Lucy, she's lying." Ryan looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Me? Lying? Lucy you know I speak the truth."

I looked at her and then at Ryan. I know that Madison is cruel but she always tells the truth. She never lies.

"She doesn't believe you Ryan, now go away please. Nobody wants you here." Madison growls as she crossing her arms.

"Lucy she is lying." Ryan begs again.

I sighed; I gulped and opened my mouth:

"Then why are you here?

You didn't talk to me for almost a year. Why? "My voice was barely a whisper when I was expected to sounded more determined.

"Ugh, Lucy ... I ..." Ryan slides his fingers through his hair and looks away from me. He is nervous, I can feel it. "I'm sorry Lucy, I really am."

"I told you." Madison smiles.

Madison is right. Why would he want to be friends with someone as weird as me? Now we are different. He is "popular" and I ... I am nothing. I'm nothing like the girls who are always with Ryan, I'll never be like them.

And to my mind comes Harry's face. I know he said I was pathetic but he tried, in his own way, to get my forgiveness. Although he is "popular" or whatever, he went out with me without judging me... I guess.

"Can you go now? You're bothering here." Madison rolls her eyes.

He growls. "Always ruining everything, Madison."

"I just told the truth." She shrugs outlining an innocent face.

"Bye Lucy." He said and with that he leaves the room. I heard his steps away and then a slam. Poor door.

I don't need this, not now. I need to get away, hide in my own world. I think I'll go to bed, I need to sleep. It may be early to go to bed but I need to sleep or lock myself in my room if I want to cry.

"I haven't finished with you." Madison tells me grabbing my elbow.

"What do you want?" I asked weakly.

She's already hurt me to tell me that she slept with Ryan, what is she going to say now? She doesn't get tired of hurting me?

"I need to talk about Lily."

Her words hit me. What?

"What happened to my mom?" I asked surprised. We never talked about our parents.

"It's hard to say this but I do it because I will not let her hurt my father." Madison growls.

What? My mom hurt Mike? What is happening?

"Sa-say it."

"I think your mother is cheating on my father."

Her words slap me, echo in my ears as my face turns pale.

Oh, no.

Not again mom.

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