Stupid One Direction stories

Scars {Harry}

**BEFORE YOU READ**

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THIS IS ABOUT SELF HARM AND RAPE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING ALONG THOSE LINES YOU SHOULDN'T READ. {there will be no graphic details. Sorry to disappoint ;-) }

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Alanna's POV:

His forehead rest against mine with only centimeters between us. The palms of my hands rest on his chest on top of the two inked swallows. He soon closed the space between us. His perfect lips molded with almost instantly. Both of his hands caressed my face, but slowly one dropped down to my knee. I smiled into the kiss.

Harry may look like a tough bad ass on the out side, but that's just what the cameras show of him. Once you get to know him he is one of the most gentle and sweetest person ever.

He brought my face closer to his to deepen the kiss. It wasn't one of those hungry lustful kind of kisses. The kiss was full of love and that burning passion that we each had for each other.

I felt his hand slowly creep up my leg. I got one of those feelings in my stomach. Not a good one.

He gently squeezed my upper thigh.

Suddenly every memory flooded back to me. I immediately broke the kiss, pushing back on his chest and practically jumping to the other end of the couch.

My breathing was heavy as I tried to calm my mind and get his face out of my head. I didn't even know that Harry was talking to me, trying to get my attention, until he reached out to me and I flinched away.

"Alanna? Baby what's wrong?" He asked concern very evident in his voice.

I must of looked like I just saw someone being murdered, but those memories of him honestly did almost kill me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I jumped off the couch and run up stairs and down the hall and dashed into the my room slamming the door and climbing on to my bed.

I was shaking. Tears slowly making their way down my cheeks. Everything came flooding back. Everything from the first time to the last. His face, his voice. How he touched me. It's not like Harry hasn't touched me like that before. But this time it was different. I don't know why, but it was. I shouldn't have ran out on him like that. He probably thinks it was his fault, but no body knows about my past.

I heard faint foot steps coming up the stairs. I knew I was going to have to tell him, but i was it just wasn't like this.

I looked up at my door when I heard a knock. Harry looked like he didn't know what to do. Whether to come in or wait for me to come to him.

I sniffed, "You can come in." I whispered but he heard. He slowly walked my way and sat beside me. but made sure not to touch me. I heard his swallow before he spoke up.

"What happened down there?"

I took a breath and looked at his face. I opened my mouth to say something, but decided against it.

He sighed. "Can you tell me?" He sounded desperate.

I rolled my eyes. "You really want to know?" I said. It sounded a little harsher than what it should have been. He simply nodded. I quickly averted my gaze from his face to the duvet beneath me.

"I-I was raped."

I waited a few minuets for that to sink in too him before I looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the floor. I could tell he had a lot of questions going through his head.

"I know you have questions," I stated, "If you want me to i'll tell you the whole story and then you can ask questions."

"Sure." He nodded his head and looked up at me.