Youth is like diamonds in the sun (on major hold)

I swear to ya, I'll be there for ya...

***Harry's POV***

'Talk to me,' I pleaded with my silent girlfriend. 'I can't do this anymore,' Jenna finally spoke. 'I can't pretend its all fine, that nothing happened.' 'Nobody said you have to,' I smiled, squeezing her hand. 'I do have to though.' 'Why?' 'Because I can't let him win. I have to be strong,' Jenna said desperately. 'For who? You're the one it happened to, we have to be strong for you,' I answered. 'I have to be strong for you, for Lou, for Ariana,' Jenna rested her head in my lap. 'You have to be strong for me?' 'I know you blame yourself. I know that you hate yourself for what happened and how much it hurts you when I cry,' Jenna explained. 'It is my fault, if you want to cry, you can cry, I'd rather you felt better than tried to be happy for me,' I replied, stroking my fingers through her hair.

'But its not your fault. Its mine,' Jenna argued. 'Its not your fault. I should never of let you and Ariana go off on your own. I should've taken that text as a warning instead of thinking I could out smart him.' 'You didn't. WE thought we could.' 'I still let you out of my sight after everything that had happened,' I sighed. 'It wasn't your fault. I should've stopped him,' Jenna tried to argue. 'You said yourself, he'd put me in hospital. You couldn't do anything. Itsd not your fault, it never has been and it never will be,' I said soothingly.

'I feel like I cheated on you though,' Jenna sobbed a few minutes later. 'Did you enjoy it?' 'No but-' 'Then you didn't cheat,' I cut her off. 'He raped you. You didn't willingly have sex with him.' 'Even when I put you through hell you always want to make me feel better,' Jenna moved and curled up completely in my lap. 'If you feel bad so do I.'

'I want to tell someone about it,' Jenna sighed. 'I'm here when you want to talk,' I smiled kindly. 'Are you sure?' 'If it will make you feel better.' 'Maybe later,' she cuddled futher into me and shut her eyes.

'Wait, won't everyone think it was you who raped me?' She blurted, just as I thought she was asleep. 'I don't think so,' I reassured her. 'Pass me the laptop,' Jenna instructed. I sighed and passed her the laptop. She opened it and logged onto her twitter. Her mouth formed a perfect o as she read her mentions. She turned the screen away from me as she read down. She smiled at a few and clicked a few times. Then she was typing. Thirty seconds later, the tweet lit up my phone. I read it slowly.

@JenJenKitten: Yes, I was raped this weekend. By my EX boyfriend, Harry was not involved. The only thing he has done is make sure I feel safe and help me feel better. Don't blame him for something that he couldn't stop.

(A/N Probably too many characters for a tweet sorry)

'You didn't have to do that,' I started. 'Yes I did. Some of the things... Please just promise me you'll keep off your mentions for a few days?' Jenna cut me off. 'I promise.'

Jenna closed the laptop and curled back up on my lap.

About an hour later, Gemma opened my door quietly. 'Harry, family meeting downstairs,' she whispered. 'I can't leave her,' I whispered back. 'She'll be fine,' Gemma hissed. 'She won't. She's scared of being alone,' I hissed back. 'If she wakes up and I'm gone, anything could happen.' 'Fine, I'll tell mum. But you aint getting out of it that easily,' Gemma shook her head at me and disappeared.

Jenna was wimpering and clinging to me tightly. I sat, rocking her, trying to soothe her. Eventually she woke up, and with tears streaming down her face, she said, 'I'm ready.'