The Starbucks Girl.. (One Direction FanFiction)

Worthless

The Starbucks Girl.. (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 16;

I woke up in Harry's strong arms as i stared up at the celing, running my eyes up and down couting the small lines. We had one more day until we left, and today just felt like one of those days. As in, one of those days where you just wanted to be alone, and cry and cry about anything, really. I do not know why i exactly woke up like this, every tiny bit of hate that was sent from fans made my eyes battle the salty tears so they would not fall. It was 7 a.m and i could not sleep, not one bit. 

I shuffled around the large bed, trying to not wake the beautiul person beside me. I quietly tip-toed out of bed, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants, slipping them on and walking out. My bare feet quietly patted  the red  and yellow carpet of the now, vacant halls. I walked past the pool, making my way over to the cool sand. It was not dark, only the dusk of morning.  I sat down in the sand, the soft waves hitting the shore almost hitting my toes. I took a deep breath, pulling my tank top up a bit to look at the scar on my hip. Instead of fighting back the tears, this time i just let them fall. It sort of felt good to cry, but i was crying for all the wrong reasons. I ran my fingers over to the long scar under my armpit, Harry hasn't noticed that one yet. Partically because it's fading, but yet the memory doesn't seem to fade.

FLASHBACK

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"STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!" Ryan screamed as I scooted far away from him. "Ryan! i promise it was just my brother i was talking to! Here, look through the damn phone!" I managed to say, choking back the tears. Ryan was drunk, piss drunk. It happened all the time, nothing i'm not used too. He'd get back from the bar late at night, drunk as hell and would accuse me of shit that i would never do, and then i would get beat.

He ripped the phone out of my hands, lookng at the background of my lockscreen. It was myself, and my two friends Mark and Noah. Ryan looked up at me, anger fully alive in his eyes. "You fucking slut!" He yelled, chucking my phone into the wall, i watched as it shattered into a million pieces. He stomped over to me, "Rylan please!" I begged, the tears falling slowly. "You know what you are?" He whispered, his nose almost touching mine, i refused to open my eyes or respond to him. He slapped the right side of my cheek, the pain shooting through my body. "ANSWER ME!" He shouted, picking me off the couch by my hair and throwing me to the cold ground. "W-what?" I whispered.

"A worthless, no good, piece of fucking shit! You're disgusting! You make me want to throw up!" He spat, kicking me in the gut a few times. The tears fell faster now, even though he was drunk, i believed him. "I k-know" I cried, curling up into a ball and rubbing the now beating side of my stomach. "Go get me a beer you fucking fatass." And i did what i was told, I came back, my hand shaking as i reached to hand it to him. I took the time as he was chugging down the beer, to make yet another attempt to run. I turned on my heel, running on full speed until he aggresively grabbed my wrist, pulling me back into his disgusting lap. I kicked and yelled as much as could, but his grip wouldn't come loose. I felt his hot tongue slide down my neck, his hand lifting my arm up. He ran his hand up and down my arm while continuing to suck on my neck. I elbowed him hard in the chest with my free hand, attempting to run, but i couldn't. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he yelled, slamming the beer bottle against the table, making it shatter. I screamed for help, as i watched him pick up a piece of the glass, he slapped his hand over my mouth as i screamed even louder. He ran the glass  across my armpit, i screamed in pain squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to see his stupid grin. I felt the warm blood slowly run down my side, I was frozen. "Now everyone knows you're mine," he began, i cringed at his words trying to get free again. "Except, no one else would want you because you're worthless."

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I sat on the beach still, with my face in my knees as i cried my heart out. Why me? Why? I asked myself everyday. My phone dinged, i looked down seeing i had a message on Twitter. It was no one interesting, just one of the fans i followed telling me to tell Harry to follow her. Since i was on Twitter, i searched my name. My heart stopped as i had my hand over my mouth. Hundreds of hateful tweets, saying i was fat, or a slut, or saying Harry could do so much better. And they were right, Harry could do so much better. The tears fell faster now, and it was like i couldn't stop.

"Baby?.." A sleepy voice asked, I turned my head to see Harry looking at me with worry. I didn't say anything back besides continue to cry. "Chloe! What's wrong?!" He yelled, running over to me. I didn't respond, because what was the answer? "Chloe! Answer me!" He said, his voice growing louder. He sat beside me in the sand, picking me up so i sat in his lap. My legs on either side of his waist, so i was facing him. I hugged his neck, burrying my face in his neck, i didn't want him to see me cry. "Please tell me  what's wrong.." He begged, I sat up so i looked him in the eyes, he wiped away a few of the last tears. "B-because, i'm worthless! I'm fat, ugly, a slut. Everything in the book i've been called! and i'm sick of it Harry! I can't fucking take it anymore!" I yelled, the tears starting again. He drew small circles on my back trying to calm me down. 

"Don't you dare say that ever again, Chloe! You are the most beautiful girl i have ever seen. You aren't worthless because you mean EVERYTHING to me, You're not fat but your ribs aren't sticking out of your skin either  and who gives a shit?! You know why you get called a slut? Because you're pretty. Actually, pretty is an understatment, you're unreal. Girls are jealous they can't be you, so they call you names. Guys are mad they can't get with you, so they call you names. The world is a hateful place baby but you just have to find the right people to make it better." He said, giving me a hug. I tried to stop crying but i couldn't, "But Harry, you could do so much better than me!" I tried to say without letting any tears fall, but i failed. "You know what, you're right. I could, but i don't want to find anyone else better than you. Wanna know why? because i love you. I'm not going to date some french model, or some actress because i don't want too. I want to be with you, so that's why i stay with you. You're perfect to me and i don't care what people have told you in the past or are telling you now because it's not true! not one bit! You're everything  a guy needs, and they're bloody crazy if they don't notice that. You're beautiful." He whispered the last part, pressing his warm lips onto my cold ones. "Come on, let's get inside." He said, getting up and taking his hand in mine. 

"Hey!" Louis greets as Harry and I walk in the door, shooting Harry a questionable look. Harry simply just shook his head and Louis backed off. "What do you want to do today? The fair is today, i was thinking we could make a stop over there? Heard the Faris Wheel is unbelievable at night." Harry suggested, placing his hand on the lower of my back, I nodded. "Sounds fun! Should we go around 7 then?" I asked, glancing over at the clock seeing it was almost eight a.m. 

 - author's note

I'm extremely sorry I haven't updated in about 3957 years, I have been so busy i barley have time for this anymore. BUT, I will try to update more and more and not make you all wait 935839 years.

- this is kind of just a filler chapter, more interesting stuff will be in the next chapters

THANKS FOR READING HOPE YALL ENJOY. 

chloe