Fake Dating The Enemy (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3~ Hate, Hate, and More Hate.

                                                        Jessica's POV                            

 Hate, Hate, and more Hate.

 That is all I was reading. I decided to go through twitter and see what people were saying about me.

 That was a mistake.

 Most of them were saying how I wasn't good enough for Harry. To ugly, to fat, and not good enough. Tears streamed down my face, as I continued reading comment after comment. I jumped hearing my phone go off. It was a text. From Harry. What the hell does he want?

 To: Jessica

 From: Harry

 Jess, please stay of twitter?

 I rolled my eyes reading this. How old does he think I am? I sigh replying to his message.

To: Harry

From: Jessica

 First of all, JessICA! Second of all, to late.

 I sigh, going back on twitter, reading all the hate. I don't get why this is bugging me so much! I ignored all the text messages I was getting. Probably from Harry yelling at me for not listening to him. I just kept reading. Not even thinking, I grabbed a blade.

                                         Harry's POV

 I groan, trying to text Jessica once again. I mean, I know she was bothered by all this hate. EVERYONE was. Even I WAS! I sighed, getting into my black range rover, driving to her house. She would probably kill me for going over, but I was worried! Why wasn't she answering?

 I sighed showing up at her house. I know where it is, since she lives with Simon. "JESSICA!" I yelled, banging on the door.

 My eyes widened as I heard her yell. "GO AWAY!"

 I may not know her well, but it was obvious that she was crying.

 "OPEN THE DOOR" I yell banging on it.

 I heard her groan slightly. It sounded like she was in pain. I didn't know what she was doing, but I had my suspisions. And what I thought wasn't good. I grabbed the spare key I knew Simon kept under the mat. I unlocked the door. I opened it running in.

 "Jess where are you?" I asked.

 My eyes widened, finding her in the living room, sobbing into her hands. I sigh, going up to her, taking her into my arms, rubbing her back.

                                                       Jessica's POV

 I hate how he was seeing my like this. Weak and vunerable. I bite my lip, feeling blood run down my arm. God how I regretted doing that. I tried to hide it the best I could. Harry looked at me with worried eyes.

 "Why are you hiding your arm?" He said, concern filling his eyes.

 I looked into his eyes. I could tell that he cared. I sighed, showing him my arm. His eyes wentwide, as he gently ran his finger over my newly made cut.

I looked at you. "Maybe, one day, I'll tell you my story." I mumble.

 Harry looked up at me. "What do you mean?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

 "I've had a rough past." I sigh.

 Harry looked at me with sad eyes. "Don't tell me until you're ready." He smiled.

 "You can't tell Simon about this." I say looking down.

 "No, I won't but I'll help-" He tried to say. But I cut him off.

 "Pretend like nothing happened." I say.

 Harry looked at me surprised. I push him out of the door, and closed it.

A/N

 EMOTIONAL CHAPTER! I know, I know. I promise the next one will be really good:) Lots of events. So, be excited! *HINT HINT!* Please comment vote and fan! Love ya louads!!!

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