Love again? (harry styles fanfic)

Give me a Chance

So guys wut up imma try to continue this I think Im feeling it again. ~Noa

   Tara's Pov

  So I'll just fill you in on recent things, on the social media I get called fat, ugly, whore, etc. Harry's home finally on break from tour and let me tell you he's hotter than ever. The farthest we've gotten in our relationship is probably him touching me (yes I mean the dirty way...cough 69...lol sorry). Right now we're sitting on the couch watching the Notebook fav movie of all time...same with Harry. We're also holding hands. I lean over to Harry and kiss him he leans into the kiss making it full on snog. Mmm his lips. "I love you," I say. "I love you too, babe," Harry says.

*Next Day*

       People say your perfect in your own way but me no way in hell. Never loved. Never cared. Hated. You say everyone's beautiful in their own way. But not me. I never will be. Never have never will. I wish you could say im beautiful without laughing. But you can't and I understand. (Poem by me)

If I could love I would I think I love Harry but I dont know if he's committed. We've never done anything sexual. I think he's bored with me already. "Harry, babe where are you," I shout. "The kitchen!"

I walk into the kitchen and see Harry sitting at the table. I walk up to him and hug from behind. "Whatcha doin," I try to say seductively but fail. "Bills, we gotta get these payed off," he says hardly looking at me. "How bout you take a break from that and we go sit down and watch some tv," I say. "No, I gotta get this done and barely do anything to help," he says. "What the fuck Harry yes I have I've been through so much but yet still managed to get a job,"I shout. "What at the strip club," he says quickly standing up and staring me in the eyes full of anger. "No what the fuck im not a slut!" "Kinda looks like it," Harry yells. "Why are being such a dick all of the sudden!" I yell. Then he does one thing I would never expect out of him he slaps me. I grab my face in pain, pretty sure there'll be a bruise there tomorrow. Harry suddenly gasps realizing what he's  done, but it's to late for that. I run to our room locking the door behind me, Harry follows me and starts to bang on the door. "Let me in, give me a chance," he yells. "No!" I yell back. I walk to the bathroom that's inside our room spotting a sharp shiny object lying on the counter, my razor.

   Hey its me so im kinda getting my mind straight again I finally continued. I so sorry I said that I was done with it but im getting that flare back again for this. So Harry's in some deep shit now. Poor Tara. I hope you liked, I'll try to continue as soon as possible. And sorry it's short I'll make the next one longer.

        ~Noa <3