Harry was amazing. He took a break from One Direction to spend time with me. We moved to a cabin in the woods to get away from everybody.
Harry was sitting on the couch. He shifted his foot and the asked me, "Why did your dad hurt you?"
I looked up and tears sprang to my eyes.
"He wasn't always like that. When i was younger, he used to take me to get ice cream everyday after school. Me and him were close, and we did everything together. Sometimes daddy would go out on vacation with mom, to spend her last days together. I was too young to understand then, but my brother was 16. He knew she was dying of cancer. So, he would watch me. James was the best brother ever. He protected me from everything. Which isn't good. When my mom died, my dad went into depression. Then, he got violent. I was 13 and I was too afraid to go home after school. I joined after school clubs just to get away. One day, my dad was drinking. I came home and my dad grabbed me a pushed me up against the wall. I was 15, James came downstairs, saw what was happening, and shoved my dad away. My dad killed him. Then, he..... he raped me. I don't really like talking about James or my past life Harry. My dad is the reason i never trusted men again. Not until i met you. "
Harry's arms were wrapped around me. "What made you trust me?" He asked.
"I don't know. You were just different, if that makes any sense."
Harry lifted up the back of my shirt. His finger ran along my scars.
"He raped you?"
"Yea Harry. He did. He is a sick man."
Anger flared in Harry's eyes. "I want to hurt him the way he hurt you."
"Its over Harry, Lets go to bed."
Harry took my hand and followed me to the back bedroom.
"Goodnight babe." Harry said.
"Goodnight Harry." I hesitated, but then I choked the words out. "I love you."
"I love you too Abby."
