[ON HOLD] Defensive 'Till The End (Harry Styles, One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7 - Rachel's Story

Thirty minutes and a full bag of crisps later, Harry was sober enough to talk normal and walk around fine. I smiled and walked to the couch motioning for Harry to follow. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. Like it was an instinct, I leaned into him and wrapped my arm around his waist.

"Ready for my life story?" I laughed resting my chin on his chest so I was looking up at him. He smirked with mischievous in his eyes.

"You can't do that while sitting on a couch!" In the blink of an eye, Harry slid his left arm behind by back and his right under my legs, lifting me up bride style. He began walking in the direction of the main hallway.

"Harry put me down!" I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck to help hold myself up. He shook his head and kicked his room door open. He walked over to the bed and, with me in hand, fell onto it, crushing me.

"Harry!! Get off!" I laughed pushing on his chest. He laughed and lifted his weight off me, hovering above my body, inches apart. He touched his temples to mine.

"Fine" He whispered kissing my nose and then fell down next to me. I stayed frozen for a few seconds, soaking in how close he was to me. I smiled and then turned on my side to face Harry. He did the same, both of our heads resting on the pillows, faces just a foot away.

"Do I have to?" I asked not really wanting to share this information that had been hidden in my mind and my mind only for the past twelve years. Harry smiled.

"I'll tell you something personal if you tell me your story, OK. I promise." I smiled and nodded when I saw the honesty behind his eyes. I can trust him. "So shoot!" I nodded. "OK."

"Wait. I'm cold." I said shifting my weight to pull the covers out from under me and Harry. He got up and helped. We both then climbed under the covers and I kicked my flip-flops off, Harry already barefooted. 

"Ok can you start now!?" Harry joked getting impatient.

"You know what I think I need to go to the bathroom, too." I said beginning to get up. 

"NO!" Harry laughed catching my arm and pulling me back to him. I laughed and got comfy in the same position as before. I took a deep breath before I started.

"Ok, as you might have noticed. I look nothing like my mom." Harry nodded. "Well that's because she isn't my mom. I was adopted when I was ten. My real parents...they were bad parents." Tears already threatened to pour out of my eyes and Harry grabbed my hands, squeezing them and I smiled.

"Before I was born, way before, my parents met when they were in high school. They were druggies and alcoholics and one day when they were drunk, they sneaked into the bathroom and had sex." Tears ran down my cheeks when I remember the story my biological parents would tell me every day. Harry brought his hand up and lightly whipped them away.

"They were stupid and didn't use protection which resulted in me. They wanted to get an abortion but my biological mom always told me it was a sign from god that told her not to, so she didn't." My breathing was increasing and my palms began to sweat.

Harry wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me into his chest as he lay on his back. As I lay on his chest, Harry wrapped his arm around me and held me to his chest protectively, stroking my back. I calmed down a little.

"When I was in her stomach, she didn't even try to stop drinking or using drugs and she just used them regularly acting like there wasn't a human being growing in her stomach that she was killing." My voice had grown and there was anger in it.

"And that's why I'm so small. When she gave birth to me, inside our own house with no nurses or doctors or anything, I was born with defects. I was born too small and it carried on through my whole life!" I fisted Harry's shirt and cried into it. I have never ever told anyone why I was so small. Jessica, my adopted mother doesn't even know. She just thinks I was a small person, not born with defects.