What Hurts The Most (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chap. 18

Harry's P.O.V.

I stormed out of Ivey's house when I heard her scream. "No wonder everyone fucking hates you, Ivey!" I went back into my house and went into my room and laid down on my bed. Her words kept running thought me. I felt my phone vibrate and looked at Ivey's text. "I'm sorry. Please! Harry! I need you more than anything! I love you!" I tossed my phone and ignored the her calls. She then texted me again. Please! Harry! I promise I won't do it again! Please!" Her words she said earlier started to hurt me. Before I could get up and apologize to her, I fell asleep. When I woke up an hour later, I saw one text message that she sent me. "Fine. Don't talk to me. But if you see something on my body that isn't supposed to be there, don't ask what it is or why its there." I thought for a while. Did she cut herself? *Flash Back* I carried her to my bed room so she could be comfortable as she slept. I pulled her phone out her pocket and sat it on my night stand. I took off her vest and sat it on the end of the bed. I saw something weird. I lifted her shoulder a little and saw red marks. I knew that guy didn't make those marks. She must have been abused. Is she still? I saw cuts on her wrists. Did she make those because she is abused? Or is there another story behind it? I feel bad for her. I grabbed a Band-Aid and put it on her cut on her head. *Flash Back Ends* I got up and ran to her house hoping that she didn't cut herself. I walked up to her door and rang her door bell. I grabbed my phone so she could see her text message and make sure she didn't cut herself. The door opened and she looked up at me with her red puffy eyes. She looked at her text message on my phone. She looked back at me. "Please tell me you didn't." I said. "I'll say it." Tears came back into eyes. "But it wouldn't be true." She broke down and cried. "But it wouldn't be true." She broke down and cried. I came in and closed the door behind me and wrapped her in my arms as she cried in my chest. "Shh-h-h-h. I'm sorry. I should of stayed and listened to you." I whispered. I felt just awful. I rubbed her back trying to soothe her as she cried into my chest. I pulled back a little and swept her off her feet and carried her into her room. I laid her on her bed. I laid next to her as she clutched to my t-shirt. "P-Please don't leave m-me." She stuttered. I shook my head. "I won't. I promise." I whispered into her ear. She clutched to me as I pulled the sheet covers over us. I held onto her as her crying went down. She was quiet for a while and I looked at her. She was fast asleep. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday, so she doesn't have to work. When she loosened her grip, I walked into her bathroom. I saw a dot of dried blood. It just hurt me badly that I did that to her. I cleaned it up for her and laid back down with Ivey. I kept her safe in my arms for the rest of t night. I fell asleep at 1 a.m. She looks just peaceful and perfect when she sleeps. I'm just... I'm just in love with her little things.

Ivey's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning. My face was buried in Harry's chest. It was warm. I laid there as Harry had his arms around me. I looked at my wrists. I have to change the medi-tape soon. I snuggled closer to Harry's chest. His warm breath hit the top of my head. I smiled. I think I do love him. But I know he doesn't love me back. Only friends. Besides, why would a celebrity want me? He has tons of girls after him! He can who ever he wants! Nobody wants me. I'll grow old, alone, and lonely... With Kyle and his husband. Harry moaned and held me closer. "Ivey?" Harry whispered. "Yeah?" I whispered back. "Are you awake?" I nodded against his chest. "Do you want me to make you breakfast?" I smiled against his chest. "Sure. Can you cook?" He chuckled. "Can I cook? Of course!" He said. I sat up as he got up and walked down stairs. I went into the bathroom and changed my medi-tape. I put on a different sweater and covered my wrists. I walked down stairs and watched as Harry cook eggs and bacon. He put a plate in front of me and I started to eat. "Mmmm. This is really, really good!" I said. "Thanks!" I looked at Harry as I swallowed my bacon. "Are you going to eat?" I asked. "No. I'm not hungry." I nodded and finished. I realized something. The dreams didn't come again. So this is definitely a yes. Anytime Harry sleeps with me, the dreams never come. When he doesn't sleep with me, the dreams come. I sat my plate in the sink and plopped down on the couch next to Harry as he flipped through the channels. "Nothing good is on." He said. I nodded. I saw my phone on the coffee table and grabbed it. I saw all the hate tweets about me. I took in a deep breath to keep the tears from coming. Harry looked at me. "Are you ok?" He asked. I nodded. He leaned over and looked at my phone and took it from me. He sat my phone down and he cupped his hands around my face. "Don't listen to them. They don't know you like how I do. You are beautiful and unique in your own way and I love that about you. Never change because of what they call you. You are beautiful in every little way." I smiled as a tear came down my cheek. Harry brushed it away. "Thanks. That made me feel a million times better." I said. He smiled. "Anything for you." I hugged him. After that, we watched movies as I laid my head on his chest. I fell asleep in the third movie but it was nice. I'm starting to think that he likes me back. I don't know but I hope he does but why me? HA! I don't think a small town girl that has been abused has a chance with a celebrity that every one knows and has all the girls after him. I just don't think it could ever happen. But what if it did?