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I don't like teens my age..

The least I can say was I was a bit slow moving this Wednesday morning.

The call last night with Mum, was to say the least- agonizing.

I sort of, or must have forgotten how derogatory boy conversations- especially superstar boys- had been with her.

I had told her he said he loved me while sobbing into the phone. Though with her prior knowledge of nothing that's happened in the past school year or so, it made less than sense to her as she cheered and congratulated me.

"That's so amazing baby!! Is he as beautiful as you always thought!?".

I tried explaining to her that this, in fact, was one of the worst things that could've happened to Harry and I, the fans, the other four lads, and in general just me myself and I.

"How?", is, I would assume, the question on your mind as you continue reading this(I hope :))

Well, to answer your boiling questions, my lovely readers, I will have to tell you yet another story.

So, here it is.

In grade school, I had this one boyfriend. He told me cutting was gay and stupid and to kill yourself was to be a real asshole, because while not even the least bit religious on his part, he told me you wouldn't go to heaven if you killed yourself... Apparently it said so in the bible.

So while having no choice other than having to move houses with my mum and brother, leaving my father behind, and friends that were practically standing on an unstable table with only three legs, they had told me they'd kill their self without me.

Now, I was almost seventy percent sure that this was just an expression and their unlawfully incompetent habits at home hadn't nearly had any effect on this particular conversation- I was sure I wouldn't be one of the reasons that these girls -who I wasn't even truly sure they were genuinely my friends, would place the knife to their wrist or even shed one painful tear because of my absence.

Keeping in mind all these girls were no more than a year older than me.

I was always the quiet one who hid from most kinds of stereo-typical teenage girls.. Later, not long after my ex and I had officially broken it off-

He called me Emo.

Told me I was goth and changing to quickly.

I very calmly explained to him it wasn't I who was changing- it was his desires and perspectives that had turned into the ass of the group.

I'm pretty sure he wasn't to fond of me from that point on. But in all classes we shared we both greeted each other kindly and he even considered us friends, or so he told the boys at his lunch table.

Now your probably wondering how in the hell any of this has anything to do with the terrible fact that Harry and I would be dating.

Well you didn't let me finish.

The fragile mess of girls, multiple teens, who had cut and told me, thought about heaven to often and hated my guts one second then cried into my shoulder the next, was basically my exact situation happening now.

I'd have to carefully plan out my every move and sentence that leaves my lips. Because otherwise I could be the reason the only man, other than my father, has ever been this important that I'd straight up shoot myself if I had ever hurt him mentally, emotionally or physically. Now my dad was my dad. That was it. We talked laughed and watched movies when I was ill.

But Harry meant the world to me. Now my dad did too but just forget him for a second and think of my boyfriend.

This was great! I'd be dating the infamous Harry just like I always dreamed.