I walked into my house in tears. I couldn't believe what happened. I called Allie and told her to come home. I needed to talk to someone. I sat down on the couch and buried my head in the pillow. Have you ever cried so much where you can't breathe and you've actually cried so much, no more water is left in your eyes? That was one of these times.

About 20 minutes later I saw the door open and Allie came running to me. She sat down on the couch and held me. After I calmed down a little, I told her everything.

"That asshole!" She said standing up. She was that type of girl who immediately hated the person who hurt me.

"I'm in love with him though.." I said under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear.

"I know you are sweetheart. Tonight just relax, cry if you need to, and get some sleep. Tomorrow try to talk to him. I don't want you to lose him." She was still holding me. She treated me like her little sister, and I treated her like she was mine.

"Thanks Al, I don't know what I'd do without you." I managed to push out a smile.

"You're more than welcome. Go upstairs and get some sleep. I'm right across the hall if you need me." She said helping me up. I made it to my room and threw on yogas. I was about to put on an old t shirt when I found Harry's hoodie. I decided to put that on instead, just to help a little. It took me an hour of tossing and turning, but I finally fell asleep.
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I woke up to a soaking wet pillow. I had a dream about what happened, and I must of started to cry.

I went downstairs to find a familiar face in the kitchen. I saw the brown curls at the table with his head in his hands. I cleared my throat letting him know I was there. He picked his head up and got up from the seat.

"What are you doing here?" I said looking down choking back tears.

"I want to talk to you." He said said coming closer. I backed up away from him.

"I'm not ready." I backed up into a wall.

"Please let me explain." He said raising his voice at me.

"I said I'm not ready to talk yet." I said raising my voice back.

Next thing I know we were yelling at each other.

"Stop it and let's talk about this!" He raised his hand adding emphasis, but I thought he was going to hit my so I flinched badly. The only reason I did was because I have a bad history of abuse.

*Flashback*
"Hi daddy." I said walking down the steps cautiously.

"What do you want you stupid bitch?" He said to me. He was drinking as always.

"Do you want something to eat?" I said sweetly yet scared.

"Did I say I wanted something to eat?!" He screamed at me.

"I just thought you were hungry."

"Well you thought wrong! You're just like your mother. Useless and a stupid bitch!" He yelled bringing his hand up and smacking me across the face. He then threw me into the wall causing me to black out.
*End Flashback*

I put my hands up to protect myself and squeezed my eyes close.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. But please, can we talk? I don't want to lose you." He said with his head down in shame.

"You didn't lose me." I walked to him and picked up his chin. I looked into those green eyes of his and a smile rose upon his face.

"So you're mine again?"

"When wasn't I?" I said with a sweet smile. He picked me up and spun me around.

When he put me down, he looked into my eyes and got closer. Our foreheads were touching, then our noses. I could once again feel his warm breath on my face. We slowly inched closer until our lips touched. This was my first kiss with Harry, and it was perfect. It wasn't even a quick kiss. Out lips moved perfect together. He had his hands on my waist and my hand was running through his hair. We then pulled away both of us needing air.

"Wow." He said looking in my eyes.

"What?"

"I've never felt that way when kissing someone before."

"Is that good or bad?

"It's amazing." I gave him a smile and he returned with a kiss on my forehead.

I couldn't help but bite my lip and blush. I still couldn't get over the fact that he was mine. I'm not gonna lose him.