New Life, New Love

"You okay staying the night by yourself?" Harry looked cautiously at me.

I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"Yeah, I think I can handle it." I said sharply.

"Bella, I-

His voice was cut off when I slammed the car door shut. I felt the embarrassment and anger rise up in me, taking over my feet as I clambered towards the front door. I sighed when I heard a car door open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps quickened towards me as I fumbled with my house key.

"Maybe you shouldn't stay the night by yourself." His voice was low and slow, almost putting me into a trance. Almost.

"I said I can handle it." I shoved the door open and stepped into the empty house. I moved to slam it in Harry's face, but he blocked it before I could shut it completely.

"What if you have another nightmare? No one will be here to wake you up." He was getting irritated causing his voice to rise.
His mention of my nightmares caused my shame to build.

"Just leave. Please." Hurt laced my now-rough and quiet voice. Any second I would lose it, and I really didn't want Harry to see me come undone in sadness.

I didn't wait for him to leave, I simply stormed up the stairs. I sighed when I heard the front door close. He left.

I was relieved because I was free to unravel my emotions, free to cry and scream. At the same time I was disappointed. I knew my nightmare was going to be awful tonight, simply because my night was awful. He was right, no one would be around to wake me up. I shuddered at what the night held in store for me.

I paced to my dresser, pulling out a pair of pajamas, just a simple pair of athletic shorts and a camisole. I looked in the mirror and saw my breasts practically spilling out of the tiny camisole. I angled my body, looking at it from different perspectives. I was fairly skinny, but I was no stick. I had a butt that jiggled and c-cups. Not to mention, my thighs were fuller. I tried to shake off the images of all the girls Harry was usually with, thin, very thin. I couldn't get insecure about my body now. Not on top of everything else. I decided to peel my vision away from my reflection in the clear glass.

I plopped down on my bed and squirmed underneath my covers. I pulled out my phone and saw a few texts from friends back home. I spent an hour or two, snuggled in my blankets, catching up with them. The only time I got up was when I thought I heard a noise downstairs. I was about to clamber down the stairs when I realized it was probably just my mind making things up.

I finally set my phone on my nightstand and tried to close my eyes. I silently prayed that I wouldn't be met by a nightmare. But when do I ever get my way?



I stared into the mirror. My face was clear of makeup and my brown eyes sparkled. I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. My hair was in a perfect braid and a veil was draped over my face. I admired the beading and lace designs. My eyes stopped to where my chest was, my full breasts very apparent. I had to look away. Why wasn't I stick skinny like models or like the other girls that Ha-

"Come out, come out wherever you are" His voice sent chills down my spine. I spun around to meet the body that held the voice.
Andrew looked down at me, an evil smirk gracing his face. "He asked me where you are."
"Who?"
"He's been looking for you..." He was taunting me.
"Who?!" My voice was desperate, unsure of Andrew's intentions.

"Me." The raspy voice stung in my ears. I looked over and saw his green eyes peering at me.

"What do you want?" He simply shrugged. I looked back at Andrew, the cold smile still present. I turned my head back to Harry again, but he was gone. I tried to swallow away some of my anxiety but my throat was too dry.

"Let's have some fun. Stop being so stuck up. Be a good girl and lie down." His hands traveled to my lower back.

"No." I tried to squirm away but his grip tightened. He threw me to the floor, pain shooting up my spine as I cried out.

Andrew jumped on top of me, trailing his fingers up the white dress I was wearing. My chest rose up heavily as I held in a deep breath, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Mmmm white suits you...." With that he ripped the veil off of me, pulling a few strands of my hair with it. I winced at the rough behavior.

"So pure..." He purred as he ripped open the dress. I looked down and noticed it was no longer white, it was grey, slowly turning darker and darker.

"AAH!!!" I cried out in pain as Andrew thrusted mercilessly into me, taking away my dignity, my virtue. I managed to open my eyes briefly. The dress I wore was now completely black. The room seemed as if it was spinning. Pain shot up from my legs. I cried out as he continued to thrust. I called out for Harry, but he never came.


"Yessss..." Andrew hissed as he pulled out of me. He looked down at my shaking body, completely exposed to him. I tried to cover myself up with the torn dress as Andrew let out a maniacal laugh. I heard footsteps behind me. Strong hands tugged me up and spun me around. I looked up to see Harry looking disgustingly at me.

"Whore." The word left his plump lips, causing me to wince. I felt dirty. I looked down at my legs, a slight trail of blood dripping down.
My hands went to cover myself up with the ruined dress again, but Harry stopped me. He completely ripped it off of me, pushing me into the corner onto a chair.

"You're gonna watch."

Nicole appeared out of nowhere. She walked over to him and planted a sloppy kiss to his lips.

Harry hummed in appreciation. He looked over me and gave me a wink, before he hitched up Nicole's dress. He opened up his zipper and pushed his boxers and pants down to his knees.
He began moving in Nicole, she moaned in response. With every thrust he gave her, with every kiss he gave her, with every smile he gave her, a dagger pierced into me. Literally, I had fifteen daggers sticking out from my body in the shape of a heart.

With Harry's final thrust, a final dagger plunged into my heart, causing me to scream in agony.


"Wake up!" A voice desperately spoke into my ear. My body was being shaken back and forth. I shot straight up, finishing the final scream I had given in my nightmare.
Strong arms wrapped around me as I tried to calm down.

I knew immediately who the arms belonged to. As soon as I was calm, I escaped his embrace, standing up on the floor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped. I turned around and caught a glimpse of his brown curls, before I stared at the floor. I heard the bed creak as Harry got up.

"Helping you." He gritted. "A thank you would suffice. Don't you have any manners?" I knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of me.

"How did you get in here?" I bravely stared into his intense eyes.

"I..."

"Well? Did you break in? Because I can call the cops for that!" I yelled, throwing my hands into the air.

"I never left. I walked in when you stormed up the stairs." He tried to explain calmly, but it wasn't working. I could tell he was annoyed.

"What? You creep! Why would you do that!?"

"Because of THIS! You were gonna have another nightmare! Fuck, Bella, what the hell!?! I was trying to help you! Clearly, you are too stuck up to recognize that!" His hands tugged at his chestnut curls in frustration.

Stuck up.

His words echoed the words Andrew spoke in my dream. Memories of what I had just gone through ran to the front of my mind. A mixture of fright from the nightmare, sadness from Harry yelling at me just now, and anger from the party took over my eyes. I began to cry into my hands.

"Fuck, Bella. I'm sorry." I felt his strong arms wrap around me again. I didn't push him away. His warm action soothed me. I stopped crying and looked up at him. The second we made eye contact a new wave of tears rolled down my cheek. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I felt Harry's body move, as he let out a sigh, pulling me tightly against his body.

Harry's POV

As I embraced her, I had to kill the thoughts running through my mind. It took everything in my power not to rip the little pieces of clothing she had on her body. It took all my might not to take her to bed right away and feel her walls clench round me. No girl ever had this affect on me. It felt good in some ways, but scared me shitless at the same time. I leaned away from her. She looked scared, as if I was going to leave her. I grabbed her tiny hand in mine.

So soft.

I gently led her to the bed. Pulling the covers up and allowing her to climb in. I tucked her in and started to walk away. I couldn't get rid of the feeling she gave me earlier. Her words stung in my mind. "I hate you."

I knew I could be an arse, but the second she said those words I realized she was the last person I wanted to hear say that to me. I felt damn awful. The words shook me up inside. They....hurt.

I didn't want to be rejected again by her, so I did the cowardly thing. I didn't apologize. I didn't try to make her think better of me. Instead, I told her I felt the same way. How could I be so terrible?

I didn't climb into bed with her as I feared she would reject that. I couldn't take another blow from her.

As I approached her door, her voice stopped me.

"Y-you aren't staying with me?" The fear that laced her words twisted my stomach. I turned around and walked over to the bed, my tall stature towering over her small body engulfed by blankets.

"I want to, but you hate me, remember?" I said quietly.

She frowned, pouting her lip. I wanted to pull it between my lips. I had to look away so I wasn't tempted any further.

"I...I...didn't mean that. I was just mad at you. I still am." She looked away from me, the frown on her face deepening. I was a little relieved.

I swiftly pulled my shirt off. Her neck snapped towards my direction. Her eyes widened as they blazed up and down my torso. I made sure I was flexing, allowing my abs to be extra prominent. She looked up at me, noticing I had caught her. I winked. She rolled her eyes in response. Even in the dimly lit room I could see the faint blush in her cheeks. It was actually adorable.

I shuffled into the bed, nudging her body over a little. She scooted. We both lay on our backs. The silence was a bit awkward. I noticed she kept glancing over at me out of the corner of her eyes.

She let out a sigh.

"Thanks for staying with me." She said quietly.

"Anytime." I rolled over on my side and placed my hand on her stomach. I noticed she tensed slightly under the initial contact, but eventually her muscles relaxed. In a few minutes, she let out another sigh.
I heard her sniffle.

I raised my head slightly from the pillow.

"You alright?"

She let out a muffled "yeah".

But soon her sniffles became more frequent.

"Do you really think I'm a whore? That I'm stuck up?" She said the words cautiously, unsure of my reply.

"No." I simply stated. I couldn't admit to her yet I was just mad, even though I wanted to. I just couldn't get over my pride. I couldn't let her know that she had hurt me, angered me deeply. That would give her power over me, and I like being the one with power.

She turned away from me. My answer was obviously insufficient for her.

"I'm not like that. Not usually. I think it was the alcohol..." She tried to justify herself.

"I know." She turned back around to face me.

"Please, Harry..." She looked nervous.

"What?" I scooted closer to her.

"Hold me." She peered up at me with her brown eyes. They were beautiful but they caused my stomach to twist. They held so much hurt and fright that it made me feel sick. What was happening?

"With pleasure." I wrapped my arm around her, my hand landing on her back as I slowly pulled her into me. Her head nuzzled into my bare chest. Her nose and cool lips were pressed up against my skin, her hand was placed on my shoulder. Her touch alone sent the unfamiliar feelings of electricity through my body. Her breathing was quicker than usual but eventually it died down.

After a few minutes, we both fell into a deep sleep in each others' arms.

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