The Bad Boy

Chapter 60

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        I don't know what to say. There is literally a war of internal conflict going on right now. I might have over reacted, I don't want to apologize, Harry is being so nice, and I AM SO CONFUSED!!!!!! I need an explanation for all of this. And I really don't want it from Harry, but I don't really have a choice.

        "Why did you put me on the deck?" I ask.

        "Because you threw up so hard while you were passed out that it splashed up my entire shirt. I didn't think that if you were subconsciously puking that I should put you near anything that stains." Harry says, grinning a tiny bit.

        Oh.Wow.Geez.Embarrassing. "Oh um okay then." I say.

        "It was for a bridal shower." Harry blurts out.

        "What?" I ask. He is just making me even more confused than I already was, which is not a good thing.

      "The picture. They were here with a bridal party and they had to have a picture with a guy who has tattoos." He says.

        "Oh. Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with it," I huff.

        "Steph, when I was pressed up against those silicone filled sacks that they call boobs, I was thinking of you." He pleads.

        "I don't know wether that is a good thing or a bad thing." I say.

        "Please, just trust me. I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want? An apology?" He ask.

        "I don't know what I want but I do know that you're not sorry you took the picture. You're just sorry that I reacted the way I did." I say, crossing my arms.

        "No, I'm sorry that I took the picture BECAUSE it made you react this way." He fires back, coming to his feet.

        "EXACTLY!" I screech.

        "SHUT UP YOU HOODLUMS!" I hear somebody below us yell. "You're disturbing the peace!"

        We ignore them.

        "Stephanie, I apologized, okay? What is your deal?" Harry roars stepping closer to me, causing me to flinch up. He's really mad.

        "I'm sorry." I squeak. "Don't hit me!"

        My arms fly up to my face when he steps a bit closer.

Harry's P.O.V.

I take a step back from Steph, my heart stopped in my chest. What just happened?

"Steph?" I say.

She cautiously drops her hands from her face to look up at me from under her long eyelashes. Her eyes are wide with fear.

"What did you just say?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I...it...nothing, Harry." She mumbles.

"It wasn't nothing Steph!" I bellow. "Tell me or I swear to god I will go in there and drag Ally out here to tell me.

"I just said don't hit me!" She protests with a whimper.

"Why the hell would I ever hit you?" I ask. "I cannot believe you would think I would hit you!" this makes me mad instead of empathetic.

"It's just, you were so mad and I saw you fists clench and I just thought...." She whimpers, clutching her knees to her chest.

"Why would you even think I would evere consider hurting you?!?!" I ask, pissed now.

"It happens all the time." She's avoiding my gaze now, instead nervously picking at her thumb nails.

"Stephanie, abuse happens all the time, raping happens all the time. THAT DOES NOT MAkE IT OKAY!!!!!!" I yell. "Tell me the truth right now Stephanie. Did anyone ever hit you?"

"Maybe." She murmers, her cheeks red.

"Stephanie, tell me right now. Who, when where and why." I bark.

"My ex okay? Like three years ago, I forgot I was supposed to watch a movie with him that night at his house, so when Ally invited me over I went. Then she drove me home, so I told her drop me at Trevor's house so I could say hi. He was home alone and when I got in, he was so pissed at me." She shudders and I can tell she's trying not to cry, being strong as usual. "So I apologized, but he was being so unreasonable, saying how I needed to do something to make up for it. He wanted sex. He kept trying to touch me, grabbing and groping everywhere. I told him no and threatened to call the police and then he started hitting me. everywhere he could get to. Finally I passed out and he left. Ally found me. Nobody knows but us and Trevor." Her tears are starting to spill over the edge of her eyes and down her red cheeks.

"F****** Trevor," I mutter. I've heard of him from some people around town. Definetly an idiot and major player.

"I'm sorry." She sobs.

I drop down to my knees and fall back against the rail next to her, running a hand through my hair from the front to the back. Maybe we need some more secrets to come out on this trip. Maybe tomorrow morning Niall will tell us all he's a woman prostitute.

"Gosh Steph." I groan, rubbing my neck. I pull her close to me, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"I know it's my fault. I'm so sorry." She sobs. I've seen her hurt (by myself unfortunately) and I've seen her cry (Also guilty) but I've never seen her like this before. She looks....broken.

"Steph it's not your fault." I promise her, not even knowing what to do.

She jerks away, standing to her feet.

"It is my fault. I brought all this on myself! I'm such a f*** up! Trevor tells me every time he sees me that I made him to do it and I believe him, okay? Face it! You're in love with a stupid screw up." She yells, her mouth open wide and turned down at the corners.