Love You More - Harry Styles

Chapter 3 - An Aborted Baby

Harry's P.O.V

"After what?" I asked tentatively.

"After my own uncle raped me when I was fourteen." She whispered.

"Oh my god." I said. I felt terrible. I was so stupid. I was such a bad person. How could I have done that to her. We all just sat there in silence. Clare crying, Niall crying, and Liam and I about to cry.

After awhile, Clare took a deep breath and sat up. She wiped the tears from her eyes, but they were still red and puffy, and her face was tear stained. She looked up at Niall, and realized he was crying.

He quickly wiped the tears away.

She looked down at Liam and I. "I was coming home from school." she started. "I usually walked with my best friends Lucy, Emily, and Ryan, but Ryan was in detention, and Lucy and Emily were trying out for the school play, so I walked alone. I was almost there, when..." more tears fell, and I couldn't stand it.

I got up, and sat down next to her.

She laid her head on my shoulder, and I felt her take another deep breath. "When my uncle drove by. He was an alcoholic. We never saw him because mum didn't approve. He was only ever around for Christmas, when my mum was nice enough to let he come."

I put my arm around her.

"None of us really liked him. He was loud, rude, and inappropriate." she continued. Her voice was quite steady and strong, considering her whole body was shaking. "When he s-saw me, he stopped. He told m-me he would drive me h-home." she cried. "I told him I w-would walk, and he, he pulled out a g-gun." she said, her voice cracking at the end. "I was t-terrified, so I, I got in. He w-was drunk. He t-took me to his house and, and..."

I put my other arm around her, and she cried into my shoulder.

She sat up strait after a minuet. "He took me in his house, and raped me." she whispered, hiccuping.

I now realized why the f-word effected her so much, and I silently swore to myself that I would never EVER use it in front of Clare again.

Just then, someone turned the music up downstairs, and we could Party Rock Anthem blasting below us.

"You three go b-back to your party." Clare said. "For me." she added.

Niall got up, looking reluctant. He gave her a huge hug, and turned to leave the room.

Liam got up too. "I'm gonna see if I can't get them to turn the music down a bit." he said, leaving as well.

"I'll stay with you." I said, having no desire whatsoever to return to the party.

"You don't have to." she said.

"I want to." I told her.

She nodded. "I'm tired."

"Ok." I picked her up bridal style, and laid her down on the bed. I walked around the other side, and laid down next to her. "I'm sorry." I said. "I'm sorry about your uncle, about Mackenzie, about the f-word. I'm sorry." I repeated.

She didn't say anything, just scooted closer, and fell asleep, her small body curled against mine.

I laid there for around an hour, thoughts swirling through my head. How could her uncle do that to her? She was so sweet, and innocent, and beautiful, and he had abused her. I instantly hated him, and wondered distantly where he was now. Then there was Mackenzie. I had grown up with her. I knew she was feisty, but I couldn't believe she'd done that to Clare. There was also the fact that she'd kissed me. We weren't dating, and I honesty didn't feel that way about her. Especially not after two years ago, (And last month.) when the two of us had... Never mind. Anyways, we'd been dancing, when she just pulled me away, and kissed me. I had been too shocked to pull away, and we'd only been there for about four seconds when Clare had spotted us. I liked Mackenzie, but the kiss had been, bad. I mean, I hadn't felt anything, but uncomfortableness. I also couldn't stop thinking about how much Clare had been affected by the kiss. I felt terrible. I had flirted with her, tried to kiss her, I had led her to think I liked her, and I did. But then she saw mackenzie kiss me, and it must have hurt. Which meant she liked me. Which meant there was a possibility for the two of us in the future. The last thing that came to mind was how Clare had cussed mackenzie out. Liam always made her to be completely innocent. I almost expected her to not even KNOW those words, let alone use them. And her strength? Wow. She had beaten Mackenzie in one swift move. And mackenzie was strong. I was pretty sure both girls were stronger then me, so I had to watch out.

I looked over and examined Clare's face. Her eyes were swollen, and you could still see the trails her tears had made.

Her eyes fluttered open suddenly, and we laid there, looking into each others eyes.

"Clare?" I said finally.

"Yes Harry?"

"I didn't kiss Mackenzie." I told her, feeling the need to explain.

"I saw you Harry." she said.

I shook my head. "She kissed me. I didn't kiss back, and we had only been there for four seconds when you saw us."

"Harry. You didn't defend me. You took her side."

I couldn't take her calmness. I wanted her to scream names at me. She was making me feel guilty, and part of me was saying. 'You are guilty! Apologize!' And the other part said 'You didn't do anything. She needs to listen.' My brain didn't know which part of myself to listen to. My mouth, apparently, was ahead of my brain. "I know, I'm sorry. Just please listen to me." I begged.

"What Harry?"

The use of my first name was simple, but effective. "I didn't Like the kiss. It felt wrong. And I didn't take Anyone's side."

"You did, Harry. You did take her side. You cussed at me."

My stomach turned. She was right. I had yelled at her. Had asked her what the hell was going on. "I'm sorry." I said lamely. "But I Didn't like the kiss, and I Didn't kiss her. And I'm going to defend you now." I told her, an idea forming in my mind.

"What do you mean Harry?" she asked, confused.

I sat up, and grabbed my phone, dialing Mackenzie's number.

"Hello." she answered.

"Mackenzie?" I said.

"Hi Harry!" she said. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Clare's room with her." I said, seeing what she would say.

"Your in her ROOM with her?" she asked disgustedly.

"In her bed with her actually." I said.

She scoffed. "With that Bit.."

"Don't you dare!" I cut her off. "Don't call her another name." I said angrily.

"Look Harry. It's her or me." she said confidently. "You pick."

"Fine. I pick Clare." I said.

Mackenzie gasped, but I looked down at Clare.

She was staring at me wide eyed.

"Fine! Don't ever talk to me again! I'm not your friend anymore!"

"Fine." I said sadly. I hung up, and set my phone on the side table next to the bed.

"Thank you." Clare said.

I grinned.

"What?"

"Don't you mean thank you, HARRY?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "My mum taught me that. If you have a problem with someone, you just have to stay calm, and use their first name in every sentence and they'll come around."

"It worked." I told her.

She nodded, but I somehow knew I hadn't gotten the full story earlier.

"What haven't you told me?" I asked.

Another tear fell, and I immediately hated myself for making her cry.

I reached over a wiped it away with my thumb.

"He got me pregnant Harry." she whispered. "I didn't want to kill it. But the thought of raising my uncles child disgusted me. I was only fourteen." she said, more tears falling.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I got an abortion. I killed a living person." she said, sounding horrified with herself.

I put my arms around her. I couldn't believe she was telling me all this. I had only known her for 40 hours!

She laid her head on my chest, and we sat there, listening to the music below

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