"Christina, I can tell you're lying to me," Harry said to me, staring me straight into the eyes, boring deep into my soul.
"It is just some bad experience I had, ended up really really horrid, and now I live in fear. So dating you is a constant fear that that specific person is going to find me," I said, my voice breaking in fear of my own thoughts.
"Babe," Harry said, snuggling up to me and petting my hair, "Babe, you gotta tell me. This is important, I can see this, and you need to tell me what is up."
"Well, I was 14. Young, stupid, erratic, and always drunk. I was out at a party with some friends, a usual weekend thing. This boy, who looked a ton like you, came up to me. He said he was 15, and I started dancing on him because I thought it was innocent dancing. After about 3 songs, he started whispering into my ear 'I love you' and 'You're so sexy'. I had already lost my virginity, and I had a condom on me just in case. Well, I led him up to a room, and I started to see his true side," my voice broke at the memory of this boy. I took a deep breath and continued on, "He hit me, and when I tried to run out of the room, he hit me on the head. I was only partially concious, but I could still feel him raping me. I tried to scream, but I found that he had somehow managed to gag me and tie me to the bed. I squirmed, and that only made it more painful. I was left there, and my friend, Ariella, found me. I told her what happened, and a few days later, she was murdered in a drive by. 4 teenage boys, all 15 to 16. He found out I told her, and he killed her," I broke down and cried. After a few moments I stood up and started going to our bedroom, to pack my clothes, I didn't feel worthy of him at the moment.
"Babe, put the shirt back," Harry said to me as I started to slowly fold my clothes.
"But I'm not good enough for you," I said, wiping tears from my eyes.
"What you've lived through, what you've done, how you've coped, makes you worth fighting for. And the fact that you can still be comfortable half-naked around 5 teenage boys is amazing. You should be proud, and I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend," Harry came over to me and gave me a hug.
"Thank you, so much. I have been holding that in," I said quietly into his chest.
I looked up at him, and he was thinking again. I doubted he'd heard me, but he'd heard my story, so I supposed that was all that mattered. I kissed his neck, trying to gain his attention back. It worked, and Harry was mine again for the day. I kept kissing his neck, and eventually he caught on. I started to strip off my top and he held my hands, "I thought you were sore," he said teasingly.
"Obviously not enough," I said, and moved my hands down his chest.
The rest was just love, pure bliss and love. We were in love, and nothing could change that. Not my past, present, or future. Nor his past, present, or future, even though in 20 years he'll still make girls creampie their pants. When we were finished, we just lazed about the house for a few hours.
We were in the middle of "Tangled" when Tatiana burst through the door. I was wearing clothes, but I still felt embarrassed, mostly because Harry was holding me like a teddy bear.
"Alright, Chrissy, come with me," Tatiana said and dragged me up. Harry shot me a look and I shrugged, although I knew exactly what was about to happen.
Tatiana asked me why I was worried, and I told her everything. She gasped, cried, and all in all, ruined her makeup. Then she got to the serious stuff, how Harry was in bed. I told her, and she compared it to Niall. Apparently she'd gotten out of his shell-and pants-and into the bedroom. Her experience was amazing, but she agreed that Harry was probably just as good, if not better, in bed. Personally, I didn't care to find out, but this is what me and her talk about.
A shy knock on the door let us know that Liam was outside, I giggled nervously and opened the door. To my surprise, it was El, Dani, and Perrie. The girls ushered themselves into the room, and I had to re-explain everything. Apparently, Tatiana had told them too, but not the boys. I had to repeat the process of makeup-ruining, and by the time I was done, everyone was teary eyed and giggling at the same time. The girls put on some more makeup, and I decided to stay as I was, there was really no point in putting any on. We stepped out into the livingroom and all the boys were staring at Harry and oggling.
"So, what now boys?" I asked, wiping away the tears that had fallen from my eyes.
"I'm huuunnngggrrrrryyyyy," Niall complained, grabbing his stomach and rolling on the floor.
"You're always hungry," I said, and laughed along with everyone else. I went into the kitchen and started cooking though, because it really couldn't do any harm. I made spaghetti and meatballs, covered it with cheese, and stepped out to 9 ravenous sets of eyes. I chuckled as I set the food down.
"So what are we gonna do tonight?" Perrie asked everyone.
"I don't know, maybe we could all just chill out here," I said, rubbing my legs. The girls got the message, but only Harry and Louis got my thigh rubbing message. Louis winked, Harry chuckled, and the others looked at me like I'd killed their grandmother.
"What?" I asked, suddenly self-concious.
"You're leaving us out of something!" Liam complained.
"Maybe I am," I said, and shoveled a meatball into my mouth. Which I almost spit out as soon as Harry made a face like there was a dick in his mouth. I could always count on Harry, I just felt it in my gut.