I took a deep breath, “A year ago, I was in bad relationship. He gave me everything I could ever ask for. He would buy me presents and take me on romantic dates. Everything he did seemed like it was out of the kindness of his heart, or so I thought.” Harry was still kneeling in front of me, looking at me intently. He held my hands and I looked down them, staring.

I continued, tears burning behind my eyes, “I thought he was the one I would be with forever. But, one night I was sitting in my apartment, just watching movies. I hadn’t heard from him all day. I figured that he was busy with his friends. Then he came here and kept buzzing the apartment box. He was completely drunk. I let him in, not wanting him to get arrested.” I paused.

The tears began to creep their way out of my eyes. My voice became thick with sadness, “I opened the door for him to come in and he immediately pushed me up against the wall, forcing himself on me. I tried to yell for help but he covered my mouth and shut the door. I resisted him as much as I could and then he hit me… an-an-and…” I began to sob. I couldn’t go on. All the feelings I had flooded back to me, overwhelming my body. I felt like I was being crushed. I began to gasp for air.

Harry put both of his hands on my face, trying to look me in the eyes. “You need to breathe, Aria.”

Tears kept streaming down my face while I was hyperventilating. I tried to do as Harry told me but I felt like I was being smothered. Harry got up and ran out of the room and returned a few seconds later with a paper bag. He handed it to me, “Aria, listen to me. You need to breathe into this bag.”

I took the bag and put it up to my mouth and began to breathe deeply. The smothering feelings began to go away and I was soon able to breathe easier. Telling him about that was one of the hardest things of my life, but I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It felt good to tell someone. His worried eyes met mine as I took the bag away from my mouth, “Are you okay now?”

I nodded and hiccupped, “As much as I can be.” The tears had stopped. Harry took me into his arms and rubbed circles on my lower back. I nestled my face into the crook of his neck.

“Did you ever tell anyone,” he whispered.

“Never. You’re the first person I’ve ever told,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

He gripped my shoulders and pulled me away, looking into my eyes. His face was sad and angry, “I would NEVER do that to you. I would never hurt you, period! Just trust me, Ari. That guy was a piece of shit, who deserves to rot in Hell, and he will,” he snarled the last part of the sentence.

I closed my eyes, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, Harry… But what if I hurt you,” my voice cracked.

He looked at me with confusion, “How would you hurt me?”

I got up from the bed, and his arms fell to his sides. I walked over and stared out the window. I was looking but not truly seeing what was in front of me. Should I tell him? How would he react? Will he leave? I don’t want to lose him, I thought.

The words came out of my mouth in a whisper, “I’m not perfect, Harry. And I don’t know how you think I am different, because I’m not. I’m a broken piece of shit that will only hurt you in the end. Yeah, you may have broken a few hearts and some may think you deserve it, but you truly don’t. You are one of the sweetest guys any girl could ever have and you don’t need to waste your time on me.” I knew I hadn’t told him what exactly I meant but I couldn’t find the words to tell him.

He came up behind me and put his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “You don’t see yourself like I do, Aria. You are brilliant. You may be broken, but I can help you fix that. The only way you could hurt me is if you won’t be mine. I know I’ve hurt girls and it makes me feel like shit, but I was trying to find the one. I was trying to find you.”

My heart melted at his words. I turned to look at him. He looked down at me with such intensity, it almost hurt. A single tear fell from his eye, and I looked at him in amazement. Whether he was sad, happy, or angry, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. He put his forehead to mine, “Please be mine, Ari.”

I brought my hand to his check and held it there. I nodded my head, “Yes,” I whispered. He smiled down at me and enclosed me in his arms and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet and tender and it left me with the feeling of floating.

It was in that exact moment that I fell in love with Harry Styles.

Notes

Fellow Directioners,

Im sorry this is short but hope you continue reading this!