London, Here I Come!

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"Harry! Help!" This homeless man was trying to rape me. Meanwhile, Harry was tellong Caroline to 'Fuck off!'

Harry's p.o.v.

"Caroline, we have been done for a long time. Just leave me alone! I'm on a date. I, I, I really care about her."

"Harry. I had you first.

"YEAH. AND NOW WE ARE DONE."

"You and that bitch? I can tell, by the way shes wholeheartedly being raped by that hobo."

"WhatTheFuck?! Julianna!"

"Ahhh! Harry help meee!"

"You aint goin no where, slut." I saw the homelwess mab grip her thin arm pulling her back.

"I am not a slut! You are raping me!"

"Get the fuck off of her!" I punched him and pushed him onto the ground. I sat on him and beat him until he bled and begged for mercy. Then, I put my hands, loosely around his throat. "Don't ever touch her, or anyone else again. Next time, you're dead." I got up and watched him run away, leaving blood all around.

"Wow Harry I guess you do like this SLUT."

"Go away Caroline."

"I'm okay. Really. It's......fine."

"No you aren't! That homeless... sorry excuse for a man, was raping you! I was too busy trying to get Caroline to leave to notice!"

"It's-"

"She set me up!"

"Har-"

"I can't- Well, yeah I can. Dammit!"

"I am sure she didn't me-"

"I am going to kill her!"

"Har-"

"Ugh!"

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES. SIT THE FUCK DOWN."

"Sorry."

"Harry. It's okay."

"No. It's all my fault." I leaned over to her body, laying on my bed. Then the weirdest thing happened. I burst into tears. "I'm sorry. I can't help but to take blame. I'm sorry!" I was whimpering and, I'm sure, looking like a fool. "I just......... I love you so much!" I just said it. Looking like this. This wasn't the right time. I had to take it back. But- "I take that back. Sorry."

Juliannas p.o.v.

"I have to go."

"What's wrong? I'm sorry!"

He told me he loved me. But... he took it back...?

"I know Syd!"

"He would'nt just 'take back' loving you!"

"He said 'I love you so much.' Then like five seconds later he was like 'I take that back. Sorry.' UGH. WHAT DO I DO?!"

"*Sigh* I really don't know what to tell you. Sorry."

The next thing I heard was the buzz, signaling that she had hung up on me.

Harrys p.o.v.

*Knock knock*

"Harry. Are you in there? Julianna is at the-"

I sprinted out, almost falling onto the hardwood floor.

"Hey, Julianna!"

"I'm not here to hang out. We need to talk." She walked, do divously (Diva) into my room. I followed, probably looking like a lost puppy.

"Harry, you need to explain something to me."

"Anything. What is it?"

"Why, did you save me from being raped, tell me you loved me and then 'take it back'?"

"Because... Well it's complicated...but."

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