Down The Hall.

Everybody was leaving for Thanksgiving break. Stephanie, Niall, Zayn Perrie, Liam, and Danielle. Except for Louis, Eleanor, and Harry. Harry and I are having a date very soon, and I'm quite nervous. Hopefully, Eleanor can help me with the outfit and stuff. I helped Stephanie with her luggage. She had to call a taxi, which took forever to come, but it was okay. I walked back to my room, and I pulled out my book. An Abundance of Katherine's. I love reading if you haven't noticed. I laid down, and read. Then a I heard a few knocks.

"Come in." I yelled.

Harry opened the door, and smiled. Not surprised at all. I put my book mark, at the page I stopped, and smiled. "Hello, Harold." I smirked.

"That is not my name Brayella." He chuckled. "Are you sure, you're okay with the date?" He asked.

"Of course, Harry. Don't worry." I smiled.

"Why are you always reading." He laughed.

"Why are you always getting in my business." I joked.

"Somebody's in a bad mood." He smiled.

"No, I'm not."

"Tell me all the things, you want to do." My phone started going off.

I grabbed it, and saw it was Liv. I quickly answered it.

"Hello?" I say.

"Bray! Are you coming over for Thanksgiving? I could really use a friend right now." She says. Are you kidding me?

"Um, no I'm not." I say sternly. She hasn't returned any of my phone calls. I wouldn't even consider her as my best friend.

I hear laughing in the back. It sounds like Patty. She was a bitch. And she hated me and Liv. So, why is Liv hanging out with her?

"Shut up, Patty. I'm talking to Bray."

"The whore?" She laughs.

"Um, I'm not a whore. So you can fuck off Patty." I quickly hang up, and then remember when Ed raped me. Everybody knew he raped me. Well, no. They thought we had sex. He told them we had sex. Nobody knew I was raped. Except for Stephanie. I remembered Harry, was still here, and I look up at him. He looks shocked.

"Why did she call you a whore?" He asked.

"You wouldn't understand, Harry." I sighed, and looked out the window.

"Tell me." He said sternly.

"It's private." I say.

"Then, I will not date a whore." He simply says.

"But I'm not a whore!" I yell. He's starting to piss me off.

"Then tell me why she's calling you a whore!" He yells.

"Harry, you're not even my boyfriend, you don't have the right to know." I yell. Don't cry.

"Good, I don't want to be your boyfriend if you're a whore." He says, then leaves my room.

I breath in and out. In and out. This is hurting, because I want him to know. But by the way he's talking, it's exactly how Ed would talk to me.

Notes

sorry its short lol .

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