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My heart dropped. He said he loved me. Harry Styles, said he loved me.

"Jessi?" He said, shaking my shoulder. I relapsed from my daze and thought about how to respond.

"Harry I-"

"I know I probably shouldn't have said that. Shit, I'm sorry." He rolled over and stood up next to the bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor. I sat up, wrapping the sheets around my body. "That was too soon I know I shouldn't have said that, fuck." He went on and on, running his hands through his hair, pacing and pacing. I didn't know how to respond, I really really liked Harry, but I didn't love him, at least not yet.

"Harry it's fine, let's just act like it didn't happen." I said, pulling a fake smile.

"For fuck's sake Jessi, is that the way you cover everything up? "It never happened" that shit is what's making this relationship hard. I know I've screwed up just as equally, but I never fail to admit to what happened. Maybe I dwell on the past, but I don't cover it up." His voice was raising. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the words that were about to come to my mouth for release, but I needed to stay calm and collected. This didn't need to be blown or of proportion.

"Harry, you just told me you loved me. That is great, love is a great thing. But I, myself am not ready to commit to that. I cannot look at you, right now where you stand and say that I love you. Don't get me wrong, I really like you, a lot,and I really hope we get to a point in this relationship where I can say those words. Right now, I don't want to lie to you or myself. To be quite honest, it's making me mad that you feel like you said something you shouldn't. It came to mind, you said it." I paused, but he didn't respond, I continued. "Harry, I'm so glad you care about me, I care about you so much. But bringing my mistakes into play when you say something like this, makes it worse. Nothing I did was to hurt you, it hurt me more than anything, and you know that." I said.

He nodded and sat at the end of the bed, further way from me, like he was afraid to get closer-like I was a disease that would plague him if he admitted again to himself that he actually loves me. "Jessi, I'm not playing your mistakes-nor mine into this dilemma. You knew damn well that when you and Zayn hooked up that it was going to hurt me-"

"Oh my god Harry, it hurt me! It hurt me so much to do that! I didn't realize you were still going be on this. It was one fucking time, and you kissed this Toni bitch! Hell knows how many times you've went behind my back to see her!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him. I lost my cool, I was raging. I would get up but I'm stark naked and I'm not in the mood for him to see me like this-vulnerable. He got up and stood right next to where I was sitting, his tall frame hovering over my body.

That's when he hit me.