Harry styles imagines

8.Secrets II

"What the fuck was that?" He seethed his tone was cold and it broke her heart because she had no idea what he was talking about.

"What the fuck was what?" She said dumbfounded looking at him strangely.

"You were a fucking prostitute!" He said through clenched teeth looking at her as if she was some kind of garbage, a piece of shit.

Hurt

Hurt flashed before her eyes because she completely forgot about that, he made her forget about that, he made her forget all the bad things in the whole world, and she just kinda erased it from her mind when everything was good and settled, because all of it was fucking bad memories that broke her every-time she thought of them. But hearing it from him like that, never hurt more, she never felt more cheap and disgusting in her life.

"I....i......" she grumbled frustrated with herself, she couldn't say what she wanted to say because she never wanted him to know, and if he did, never in a million years like that.

"You What?! Huh! What?! Fucking answer me?!" He growled, his knuckles Turing white from how tight he was closing his fist. The tone of his voice made her shudder and feel small, because when he was angry he was very intimidating.

"It wasn't my choose Harry" her voice was shaky. Earning a heartless chuckle from him that made her want to disappear.

"Right! Bullshit! Fucking bullshit!" He yelled now voice overpowered by anger. He shook his head not wanting an explanation because clearly he wasn't getting one, he Turned around leaving her in the balcony, as she immediately held his wrist stopping him and earning a very mean comment. That made her wish she never existed.

"Don't fucking touch me you fucking whore!" He spit it out like venom, it made her feel sick to her stomach. Her loud gasp was heard followed by heartbreaking sobs. it shattered her, how she was actually nothing to him. That with the first conflict from her he was going to trash her because she didn't Matter.

His body stayed still, mind conflicting, his head was down, staring angrily at the floor. He didn't mean what he said it just slipped, He didn't know if he should comfort her or just leave her like that. He still loved her, she meant a lot to him she truly fucking did, but just what he saw made her so little in his eyes.

"Just...p..please hear me out please" she said between her sobs clutching to her stomach. Making his heartbreak at the sobs she was letting out. she didn't know why she wanted him to know but she thought he had the right to. He looked at her arms crossed over his muscular chest. Waiting for her to explain. She took a deep breath controlling her sobs so she could talk, but the tears fell freely on her face.

"It was never a choice Harry! I wasn't even eighteen years old. I was fucking twelve!! A freaking teenager I didn't know what was that or what was happening it just happened-" she was interrupted by him rolling his eyes and starting to leave.

"Fucking listen to me" she yelled heartbroken as ever as he stayed still.

"Just hear me out till I'm finished then do whatever the fuck you want!" She sighed wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"My parents died when I was 11 Harry did you know that? No, they left me in this cruel world when I was eleven with my baby sister she was only five! She was incapable of moving since birth, but we never loved her any less. She was so innocent, so pure, so beautiful god I loved her with my entire being. She was the only source of happiness back then. Did you know that too?" He shook his head guilty because he really didn't, nor did he know that her parents died when she was that young.