Harry P.O.V.
My finger trailed over the top rim of my coffee cup, feeling the steam slightly burn my index finger, fogging up the silver ring my mum gave to me. Louis’ gone at his studies for the day, Niall took Aislyn for a date, and Zayn’s also at his studies, leaving me alone for the day. It’s always nice to be alone once in a while, like today. The weather is slightly cold, but not freezing, leaving me in one of Louis’ hoodies and a pair of skinny jeans. I went to the public library for a while, just looking at the different books, before heading to Barista’s, sitting down in the booth where Louis asked me out. Even seeing it gave me butterflies at the memories of how he spoke to me that day; so kind and gentle, as always.
“Well then, Mr. Styles, be mine?”
The words engraved into my mind still give me the widest smile on my face. I never liked relationships much, seeing as how they’d always hurt Gem or mum, so I never got into one. But Louis changed my mind about it, with his sweet words and happy demeanor. He’s made my life a lot happier since I met him in the bathroom. I love how we met in the bathroom, it’s like,
“Where did you meet your boyfriend? I met mine in a movie theater.”
“Oh, I met mine in a bathroom.”
Speaking of relationship gloating, Louis’ teammates know all about me by now. One of them, Stan, came up to me and started talking to me like we’ve been friends for years. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who came up to me first. Louis seemed pretty jealous afterwards, too.
“What did you and Stan talk about?”
“He just wanted to say I’m really cute, s’all. Don’t worry, Louis.”
“Harry, I’m going to worry no matter what. Stan is known to be a player and a flirt.”
“I only like you, babe. Don’t worry.”
After that conversation, he’s been more and more protective of me. It’s cute, and I love it and all, but he needs to realize that I only like him, and may only like him. He doesn’t even blow me off for his teammates; he includes me in whatever they’re going to do. Zayn tells me that he’s getting more and more serious about me and him, but I blow it off. He hasn’t told me he loved me, but I don’t expect that. I know that Louis’ not always been one for relationships, Zayn’s told me.
“All of Louis’ past relationships have been sex filled, Harry. I just don’t want you to let him manipulate you into doing anything you don’t want to do. If he did anything like that, you’d tell me, right?”
“Of course, Zayn. You’d be the first person I’d tell.”
I don’t think Louis knows I know, because he hasn’t acted any different towards me. Except for the protectiveness, but besides that. I don’t think Louis would ever do anything I wouldn’t want him to, but I’ve never seen that side of him, and I’m not sure I want to.
I’ve honestly been afraid of sex, ever since I was younger and I heard of rape for the first time. I was watching the news, and I heard that someone in my town had raped and murdered a younger girl. Of course, being the 10 year old I was, I had no clue what rape was, so I asked Gem. She explained it all, and ever since then, the thought of sex had repulsed me. I haven’t told Louis that, but I’m going to have to sometime, aren’t I?
I sighed and got up, taking my coffee with me, seeing as it was getting dark and Ais doesn’t like me out after dark. I said goodbye to the workers before beginning my journey back to the dorms, pulling the hood over my head.
“Styles!” I heard someone yell, and I jumped around scared, only to be relieved.
“Oh, hey Stan. What are you doing out?” I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Louis got scared because you weren’t back at your flat, so he went looking for you and asked me to, also. He went to the other side of town.” I nodded slowly, walking closer to him.
“I left my phone in my dorm; I didn’t know it was that late.” I admitted. He chuckled and took my arm, guiding me the way towards the university.
“I’ll call Louis and tell him you’re safe.”
I wasn’t paying attention to the real world, because the next thing I knew, I was being pressed against the wall, slimy lips being pressed to my neck. My arms were being pushed against the bricks behind me, bruising them, most likely. A knee was against my groin, my thighs, my stomach. I was scared I was going to pass out, and I probably did, until I heard my name being shouted.
“Harry!”
My eyes flew open, but I wasn’t against a wall, and my arms didn’t hurt with the pain of bricks. I was on the ground, Stan standing above me.
“What happened? Where did he go?” I asked, sitting up, looking around quickly.
“Harry, nothing happened. We were walking and you just collapsed. Who’s 'he'?”
It was a dream, or a thought, or something. It didn’t happen. No one was going to hurt me.
“Please just take me to Louis, please.” I pleaded. Stan helped me up and we began our walk again, my legs feeling shaky the whole way.
