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Healing The Scars

Trust

Hannah's P.O.V.

He seemed to be thinking. There was a minute of silence before he leaned in quickly and pressed his lips to mine softly. I was so shocked that I didn't do anything at first. Without thinking about what was happening I kissed him back. I felt him smile through the kiss as our lips began to move in sync.

Suddenly realising what was happening, I pulled back. "I-I-" I stuttered panicking. "Shh" Harry hushed me. His lips met mine again but I pulled away quickly. "I can't do this Harry.." I whispered. "Do what?" he asked softly. "This.. Us.. I can't do this to you" I replied, my tears now over flowing.

He wiped away my tears easily with his large thumbs. "Hannah, I like you.. I really really like you.. I want to be with you" he told me. "I want to help you" he added, pushing my hair back behind my ear, making my bruises visible again. I took a deep breath. "Now, are you going to tell me how this happened?" he asked. I bit my lip. "C'mon Hannah, you can trust me" he whispered.

I sighed before nodding. "Can we talk in your car?" I asked. He nodded taking my hand to lead me out of the carnival back out to his car. I was nervous the whole way. No one knew about my abusive father, I was terrified of how Harry was gonna react. When we got into the car, he took both my hands in his.

I was afraid. Afraid of trusting him. Afraid of how he'd take it. I bit my lip. "Are you- are you sure you wanna hear this?" I asked gently, hoping he would have changed his mind. "Of course" he replied. I took a deep breath. "Last year.. Last year my brother died.." I began, already feeling a lump in my throat. "Im sorry.." he whispered. I continued as if he hadn't spoken. "My mum.. She found it hard.. Her and my dad drifted apart and she-she left not long after.." I continued. He began rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

"My- My dad he couldn't really handle everything so he - he turned to alcohol...." I felt my voice trail off. I cleared my throat. "And he.." I continued, my voice cracking. "He.. He started taking it out on me.." I finished, my eyes now full of tears. I blinked, looking for his reaction. He was shocked, concerned.. But most of all he seemed .... Angry?