I'm not a fan (Harry Styles Fanfic) *COMPLETED*

Chapter29-Uh Oh.

Here lovelies. xx much love.

Here is chapter29?

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Louis P.O.V:

-Flashback-

..."..Well, that night I decided to go clubbing.." Julia paused and then began speaking again "When I arrived at the club, I thought about having the best night of my life, I made a friend there, Natasha Brim. She was such a party type girl and we drank so much, we were drunk as fuck we didn't care about anything, we danced with everyone, grinded against random guys, and we made out with hot blokes" she giggled "That's so not you!" I smiled at her. "Yeah I know.. Well anyway, while I was dancing on tables a guy threw some cash at me, I got off of the table and grabbed his waist and pulled him into me, as I kissed his neck..yeah.. well, it gets pretty detailed.. I got off of him and began to go to Natasha ... But.. he grabbed my wrist.."Where do you think your going?" He slurred. I told him to fuck off, but he didn't take no for an answer. He pulled me out the back into a dark street, no one in sight. He pushed me against a wall and unbuttoned my shirt, he ripped off his shirt, shorts and boxes and then took off my shorts and undergarments. I remember crying as he began to... You know.. It was so painful, and even when it got to the soothing part, I hated it, obviously, because this guy was fucking raping me.. I sobbed and told him to let me go but he kept yelling at me, I didn't realise who we was because I was drunk.. but then, he took a knife out of his pocket and cut a deep scar into my wrist, it deepened the previous cut that Eric had given me before, and that was when I realised that the guy fucking raping me was Mark. I yelled at him screaming and crying but he didn't move. I cried of pain, my insides were aching my emotions were destroying me and my wrist was pouring blood. I was having the worst day of my life. We heard faint noises so he got off of me, put his clothes on winked at me and then he ran away, and to be honest? The only person I was thinking about was Harry. I was hoping he'd come and help me, but he didn't. I lost my virginity to an obsessed fuck, and I was hoping that Harry would save the day before I lost my virginity, but obviously while I was being fucking raped, Harry was having sex with Natalie. Oh fun." She cried. Her eyes pouring fountains, "and I had lost so much blood from the cut in my wrist and the rape.. I had just lied their helpless and naked in the middle of a pitch black street surrounded in blood, until a familiar voice strummed through my ears "Julia?"she whispered, it was Natasha, oh how I needed her, to hold me, and tell me it'd be all better. "Natasha, p-please help me" I cried. "Julia, oh my gosh, what happened oh baby are you okay?" She whispered while picking me up. I didn't do anything, I couldn't do anything.. I never went to the hospital even though I knew how much blood i'd lost, and when Harry tripped me, the plate cut my arms and made more blood pour out, but also the glass got stuck in the cut that Mark and Eric had given me.. It made everything 10x worse, and that's why I fell unconscious while I was in the bathroom with you.." She looked at me pleadingly, I knew how much it hurt her, to tell me, but I'm glad she did

-End of Flashback-

So I told Harry it all, the clubbing, how she became friends with Natasha, The grinding, kissing, dancing, table dancing, money throwing, the grabbing, the slurring, the rape, the tears, the screams, the cuts, the blood, the winking, the comforting, the tripping, the glass breaking, the running, the crying, the fainting.

I told Harry every single detail that Julia had told me, I told him about why Julia fainted so easily, about how Julia found out that Mark was the one raping her. I told him EVERYTHING.

He didn't take it too well though..

"Louis, if I never made Zayn get another employee, then he wouldn't have interviewed Julia, therefore she would never have met me, so we would never have become friends, she would of never grown attached to me, she would never of seen me with that brunette model together, she would never have fake dated Niall, she would never have had an argument with me, I would never have yelled at her, she would never have cried, she would never have gone clubbing, she would never have got drunk, she would never have danced on tables, she would never have seen Mark and she would never have gotten r-raped.." Harry's eyes began watering, he had a point. Wait no! I should be supporting my best friend in time of need!