Bullied by Harry Styles

Nine

~ Melissa's POV ~

The light hit my eyes. Almost blinding me. Rubbing my hands against my swollen eyes. Wait. Why are my eyes swollen? Bam. It hit me. Memories of what happened flooded my mind. My eyes began to burn and my eyesight began to become obscured. Shutting my eyelids various of times, I try to blink my tears away. Every inch of my body began to agitate. I began inhaling air trying to calm myself down. It was no use. Unanticipatedly, I felt movement beside me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a worried expression flood a curly haired guy. I hadn't felt the tanned muscular arms around my waist till now. I was frozen. Why was I, in the same bed as Harry. W-was he the one who rapped me..? My mind boggled. I don't remember much but all I know is that I was sexually assaulted. All I remember is a dark figure get nailed in the head and ribs with punches. The sheets rustled under my body when I swiftly got up. Turning my head, I looked at Harry. He wore a worried look, but his face was bruise free. I starred at him trying to comprehend what happened.

"Ummm...." He spoke. I could tell he was nervous.

"Where did you find me," I hissed rather rudely.

"Park," his eyes suddenly found interest in his long fingers.

"What happened and why am I here now!" I half shouted. It was my turn to knock answers out of him.

"You were at the park. I brought you here because you.."

"Because I was what Harry?"

"You were..." he shook is head.

"Harry spit it out!"

"You were rapped! Happy? There! Now you know!" he said a bit annoyed.

"I-I was what?" I mumbled. Burying my face in my hands, I began to sob. Before he assured what had happened, I thought this was all a bad dream. But, no. Its always me.

"Come here love," he spoke softly.

"No. You were right. I am a slut. I am a whore. I am worthless." I spoke matter of fact. I dreaded to think this, but I think I lost my virginity. To a old man.

"Your not a whore, or a slut, or worthless. You're beautiful. I don't know how someone can be so blind and not notice that. Your eyes. The little twinkle they carry. Your smile. I miss it, and I have to live with knowing I was the reason why it left your beautiful face. Your golden locks. How they fall perfectly on your shoulders. That's what makes you beautiful." Harry admitted.

"Y-you think I'm beautiful..?"

"Always have,"

"Then why would you-"

"I was stupid. Blind. A monster. An asshole. A dick."

"No, but why didn't you tell me this before,"

"I was a coward. Guys get scared and nervous too ya know,"

"Yes I know, but I can't believe you would do such a thing. Just because you were scared of being rejected?! You were right. You are a coward!" I yelled harshly.

His green orbs looked down at his laps. He tugged on his soft curls and sighed. He looked up. Pearly white teeth blinded me when he shot a smile. Lies. I could tell it was a fake smile. I'm the master at fake smiles, since I have to do it so much around my mom.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked politely.

"Sure," I rolled my eyes.

"The bathrooms right there. You can go and freshen up," he assured me while pointing one long finger at a obscured glass door.

I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Slipping my clothes off of my body, I noticed my bruises starting to disappear. I ignored it. Beads of water started running down my body. I felt relaxed. Almost calm. My body hesitated when my hand reached the shower curtains. I didn't want to leave the warmth. I slip my clothes on and walk slowly down the smooth hard wood floor.

Harry's clothes fit me perfectly. It was loose and comfy. His sweats welcomed me with warmth. The white polo shirt he had let me borrow hugged my body.

Pushing all the thoughts away from my mind, I sat on the white bar chair. I let my hands rest on the bitter cold granite counter. My eyes were amazed. Looking straight forward I saw a boy swiftly moving from one side of the kitchen to the other. Almost gracefully. Although he didn't make eye contact with me, my eyes never left his back.

I pulled a magazine that was on the counter towards me. The shinny book was filled with pictures of models. They looked like they were starving, although they didn't seem to care much. Instead they looked graceful and perfect. Like their life's were perfect. The clinks of plates intruded my train of thoughts. My eyes fell to the sight of bacon and eggs on a pale white plate.

"Thanks," I spoke.

"No problem," Harry shot his smile. But this time. It wasn't fake.

I nodded. There wasn't much talking, just the clinks and clatters of our plates. The atmosphere couldn't be anymore awkward.

"So.. where's your mom? Doesn't she live with you?" I mumbled, breaking the silence.

"Ah... Actually no. She doesn't live with me. I kinda live alone."

"Oh. What about your dad?"

I watched his emerald green orbs darken.

"He's in prison."

I looked at him in silence. He looked down at his plate and played with his food a bit. I could tell this wasn't his favourite topic to talk about. But I couldn't stop myself. I some how wanted to know more. Wanting to know more about this boy was all I could think about now. What is happening to me. Wasn't I mad at him?

A heads full of curls shot up as soon as I asked him a question that kept popping in my head,

"Why is your dad in prison?"

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