Double Idendity. ( Harry Styles Love story.)

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Last night had gone fine, however it was strangly uneventful. Harry and I came home to see the boys sititng on the couch playing video games. I had barley spoken to any of them throughout the night, as Harry and I sat on the couch snuggling and watching movies. I hadnt remember meeting the boys properly, and I never really spoke much to them. They all seemed nice but I havent had much of a good chance to get to know them yet.

I now stood in the shower washing my body down with the soap. The hot water hitting me as I sighed into the heat. I struggled to pull away from Harry's arms this morning to get a head start on the day but soon was freed, with a small moan from Harry and his morning voice repeativly saying Dont go. I kissed his cheek letting him no I was fine and he soon fell asleep once more.

I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much, but he changed my world around. I was in love with him and I could shout it to the world without a hesitation.

I got out of the warm shower wrapping a towel around my body walking through the cold air. I looked int the mirror seeing nothing special.

Why would Harry love this?

Flash Back

" Put it down now." Harry's stern voice ordered. I looked over at him standing in my door way, I jumped not knowing he was standing there. I held the knife in my hand as I knew no one was home. My sobs must have over casted the sound of the door being opened by my big haired best friend. I cried running to my bathroom, attempting to avoid Harry. He chased after me.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled now crying on the floor of my bathroom, I dropped the knife not finding the courage in me to form scares on my clean skin. I cried pulling my knees to my chest bursting out into hystaric sobs. The door opened from the damn key that Harry held. Damn I shouldnt have told him were it was.

He crawled down by my side picking me up into his arms smoothing out my hair with his large hands. He kissed my temple letting me soak his dark blue shirt.

He held me for hours that day as I explained to him how girls at my school had been calling me names. Saying i was a whore just because I had my first kiss in 7th grade. Rumors spred around after that resulting in the story that I was pregnant. How that came up in the world of seventh grade, I have no clue. But the rumors got back to me.

It wasn't so much the rumors that got to me, it was who started them.

Greg.

My first kiss, he told everyone the news of his hook up. Although none of which happened.

Harry held me that day, likes he always had.

He held me, sometimes I wish he wasnt as strong as he betrays to be, so I had a chance to hold him and be there for him telling him that everything in the world was going to be find. But he was strong. He didn't cry much, and if he did I hadn't remembered it.

My reflection hit me like a tone of bricks. The way my memory came back was like a movie being played in my head, giving out every detail, how I had worn a red sun dress that day with a little bow in the middle. The makeup that I had snuck on falling down my face and the knife held in my hands leading upto the unknown. It was scary how your life can just flash in the blink of an eye coming back to you so quickly. Like all of a sudden you just remember everything and anything.

I sighed taking a tooth brush from the cabinet brushing the morning breath from my mouth and filling it with a taste of toothpaste. I heard a faint knock on the door, I fumbled behind me unlocking the door and opening the door still scrubbing away at my teeth. Jumping at the sudden squeeze on my butt, I glared at Harry who just chuckled stripping off his Tshirt, using his hip to bump me off to the side. I rolled my eyes spitting the substance out of my mouth, washing the extra goo from my mouth.