Hard to Love

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"What do you mean?" I screamed at Stella, desperate for more information. If that horrific night when I got raped was a scene, I think I'm going to murder someone.

"Vicky is a reporter. She's in your art class because she was at the coffee shop asking Harry questions and she had paint on her jeans." She explained, yet this still didn't make sense, I already knew this information.

"Yes, I missed class this morning because I wasn't feeling well, so she was probably there painting." 

"She is the reporter that wrote that article about you and Harry!" Stella yelled, trying to make me understand.

Harry, next to me, tensed. He was radiating fury now. "She purposely staged a rape scene so that she could get a story about me?" His tone was menicing and full of hatred and anger.

"That's what I'm thinking, but we don't know for certain. It could just be a coincedence that she was there." Stella reasoned. This can't be happening...

"I'm going to kill her." Harry spoke with his jaw clenched tight. He turned and rushed towards the door, about to leave.

"No, Harry!" I grabbed his arm and tugged him until he turned around. "You don't want to get any more bad publicity on this matter. Leave it be for now. Plus, we don't have any evidence."

"Her name is the fucking painter! That's evidence enough!" He yelled, even more ticked off.

"Listen, I know you're upset because this has caused you a lot of pain, but we will find out who did this." I spoke with a calmer voice and sqeezed his hand that I was still holding on to.

I watched as he sighed and shook his head. "Love, it wasn't me who went through the pain. I want to get revenge on them for what they did to you." He whispered, finally calm.

My heart clenched in that moment. The fact that he wanted to go through all this trouble to try and get revenge for something that happened to me was reasuring. Even though it is a dark thought, it shows the amount of care he has towards me, and that is what spoke louder than his words. Before I could think, I pulled him into me and wrapped my arms around his lean torso. I buried my head into his chest and smelled the familiar scent of Harry. He was abruptly taken aback, but he soon hugged me, and I felt his body relax in that moment.

This man that cares so much for me, even though we literally met a few weeks ago, wants to go to great lengths to get justice. That is monumental to me. Actions always speak louder than words, and his actions and words together sounded like he was using a megaphone. I can't figure out why he acts this way towards me. I'm just very grateful to have him in my life.

I tilted my head up, reting my chin on his chest, and smiled. "Thank you Harry." He hesitated for a moment before bending over and planting a soft kiss on my forehead. 

"Anytime, love." We stayed like this for a little longer before Stella interupted us. This whole time, she was in the kitchen still researching Vicky.

"So, we need a plan." She firmly stated.

"A plan?" Harry and I both said in confusion.

Stella sighed and rolled her eyes. "This Vicky the painter girl needs some revenge. Which means, we need to come up with a plan to get her back."

"No, I don't think this is a good idea. Yes, what she did to me was totally wrong and caused so many problems, but trying to get revenge is only going to make us just as wrong." I reasoned, yet they both didn't seem to understand.

"She is talking crazy. I want revenge on that whore. What she did to you was disgusting and selfish. She used you to get a story, and I'm not about to let her walk away as a champion without a fight. Harry, you in?" Stella was wearing her devious smile by now and I could almost see the plan forming in her head.

"I'm definitely in on this one. I'm sure the lads would help too." He smiled and crossed his arms.

"I'm not taking part in this. I'd rather be in my bed cuddled up with my pillow." I confirmed.

Harry chuckled next to me. "Pillow?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, pillow. I don't have a giant teddy bear to cuddle up to, so I use my pillow." Stella smiled widely with a this-is-why-I-love-you face like she was proud.

I decided to sit on the couch and read my book that I was fully engaged in before Harry and Stella came over while they brainstormed a plan. Before I knew it, Louis and Niall showed up to my flat and helped think of a plan as well. Whatever it is, this girl is going down. I admit, what she did was way beyond the line, and was not necessary for a story. She hurt me, bad. Deep down I wanted them to come up with a plan just as terrible that will tarnish her life like it did mine. I will never ever forget what happened to me, I am daily reminded when I try to sleep at night. I don't think I will ever forgive her either.

"You okay, love?" Harry came and sat next to me, interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded, "Yes, I think so. You?" I vaguely noted that he rested his hand behind my head on the couch.

"Yes, very. We're gonna knock this fucker on her ass." He smiled widely.

"Jeez, language!" I gasped, jokingly.

"Sorry." He looked down, giving me that shy smile that I love so much. "I just want to get her back for everything she did to you." He connected his eyes back with mine, watching my reaction.

Sighing, I knew I had to finally say it. "You can't take away all the pain she caused, Harry."  

"But I'm going to try, I'm going to do whatever I can. You never deserved something like this."

I just nodded, not wanting to cry again. I've cried so much lately that it could last a lifetime. I heard Stella laugh at something Niall said and looked up to see Harry smiling at me.

"What? Why are you smiling?" I asked, finding myself smiling as well. He was contagious.

"Christina, you're very beautiful." He looked like he was unaware of what he just said, like he was thinking out loud.

My cheeks, as well as his, heated up, and I can swear my face turned bright red. "I don't know what to say." I was the one shyly smiling now.

"You don't need to say anything." He smiled again and stood up, going back to the lads and Stella.

I didn't know how I was supposed to react to that. So I got up and went to see how their "plan" was forming. When I didn't see Niall I asked, "Where's the crazy mofo?"

"Right here, love!" I felt him before I heard him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his height evident by his chin resting on the top of my head. He slowly rocked back and forth, taking me with him.

"Oh hi there!" I giggled, enjoying the big Niall bear hug. "So, what do you lot have planned?" I nodded toward the piece of paper written on whilw Niall still had his arms around me, not letting go.

"Well, so far we have this." Louis handed me the paper.

I read it over. When I was done I looked up at four pairs of eyes, Niall's behind me. "You sure you're going to go through with this?" They all looked at each other and nodded. "Okay, good luck." I said and tossed the paper onto the counter.

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been so crap at updating. School and work has been killing me. I don't have a regular update right now, so whenever I update, i'll update... Hope you all are doing well!

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1. What do you think the plan is going to consist of??

2. WYR go skiing with Louis for a day in France or chill by the pool with Harry all day in LA?

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