Wide Awake: A Harry Styles Love Story

Sarah has always been the misfit type. Yet nobody knows that her parents died when she was little. She just turned 18. She meets One Direction, has a thrill of a lifetime, and in the end, a massive twist. Some Rated R parts so read at own risk

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29. We Meet Again


"Looks like we meet again." She said. It was that bitch Jaylinn. "W-w-what are you doing here" I stuttered out. "I'm here to steal Harry. He even told you that he likes me, didn't he?" She smiled evily. My knees went weak and and I fell on the ground, tears streaming down my face. "We'll you are not going to try and stop me?" I tried to get up and swing at her but a man came out from the corner and he restrained me. He started to undo my dress. "Please stop! Not tonight! Any other night then on my wedding!" He didn't stop.

*HARRY'S POV*

I was walking around the ballroom, waiting for my lovely wife to join me. Then that girl who I made the biggest mistake of my life with, came up to my and flung her arms around me. I pushed her off and she slapped me in the face. "I thought you loved me!" She said and ran off. "So much for getting Harry back. Hehe" she mumbled. Then Lauren walked up to me. "Where's Mrs. Styles?" I chuckled. "She went to the washroom." Lauren lost her grin. "Did anyone go with her?" I shook my head. "No why?" "She wouldn't be able to get her wedding dress off on her own. How long has she been in there?" "About fifteen minutes. Lauren's face turned into a worried expression. I followed her as she ran into the bathroom. As I got closer to the restrooms, I heard some mumbled cries and struggling, and when I turned the corner, I saw the horrible sight. I was too late.

*SARAH'S POV*

Harry didn't save me in time. The man raped me, and it was the worst feeling in the world. Unlike the huge bursts of pleasure I have when making love to Harry, this was so painful and agonizing. He was rough, and pushed me around, all while calling me derogatory names. Just as he finished with me, I saw two figures join us in the hallway. I saw Lauren stand there, with a horrified look on her face, while Harry pulled the man off of me and push him against the wall. Lauren crouched down next to me and took me in her arms as we watched Harry beat him to a pulp. Once Harry was finished, he pushed the guy out of the way and took me from Lauren. I cried in Harry's arms as he gently rubbed my back, telling me that everything was going to be okay. Harry turned to Lauren. "Can you take Talia to your hotel for the night? I am going to take Sarah back to the flat."

Lauren quickly agreed and left us as Harry attempted to put my dress back on. He helped me to our car, and drove as fast as he could back to our home. The second we got in, Harry changed me into sweats and wrapped me in a few warm blankets. We sat on our couch in silence, waiting for the other to speak. "Did he… go all the way?", Harry finally asked, hoping the answer would be no. I slowly nodded my head as more tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. Harry's grip on me got tighter. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I should have been there earlier. I could have prevented it, I could have-" I interrupted Harry. "Please don't apologize. We both know that it isn't your fault. Thank you for doing everything you did do. Thank you for being here for me now." Harry stayed quiet for a few moments. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No. I have you here." I snuggled closer to Harry, his steady heartbeat calming me down a little. "Sarah?" I looked up at Harry. "Yeah?" "We can postpone our honeymoon if you want. We can stay home for a little bit until you feel better." Crap. I forgot that Harry and I are supposed to leave for Italy the next day. I don't know if I am in the mental state to have a good time, but I can't do that to Harry. He is too good to me. "No, of course I want to go, Harry. I am happy as long as we are together." Harry smiled. "I love you." His smile made me feel so much better, it is a wonder what that kid could do to me. "I love you more." The next day, Harry and I took our already-packed suitcases and boarded a private flight to Italy. He came up with the great idea of Italy. I was still feeling very shaky from the events that occurred last night, but I tried not to let Harry notice. If Harry touched me when I wasn't expecting it, I would find myself filching away. It was so unlike me, I usually love when our skin is in contact. It is crazy how one horrible thing can damage a person. We got to our monstrous hotel suite and dropped our bags on the ground. It was so nice to be in Italy. I felt Harry's hands slither around my waist from behind, and I thankfully controlled my reflex of cringing away. "I am taking you out tonight.", Harry whispered in my ear. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Oh yeah? Where to?" "You'll see.", Harry said as he picked me up bridal-styles and spun me around. He stopped spinning, and we both dizzily collapsed on the couch. He bent down to kiss me. That kiss was very different than any other kisses I have shared with Harry. It was loving, of course, but I found myself being a little scared. Scared that Harry would do the same thing as The man did to me the night before. I know Harry would never ever, but I feel as though I now have imaginary walls surrounding me to guard myself from it happening again. Harry could sense something was wrong so he pulled away. "Sarah, you trust me, right?" I nodded profusely. "Of course I do, Harry. I just feel a little weird from last night." Harry pulled me into his chest. "Just say the word, and we can go home. I don't want you being unhappy." I shook my head. "I don't want to go home. I am happy and I am so sorry that I am acting weird. All I need is to be with you." He smiled. "Good, because that is all I need. Now get dressed so we can go." We left our hotel, and Harry led me down the streets until we reached a marina where a huge yacht was docked. He took my hand and helped me onto the enormous boat, where there was a table of dinner waiting for us. Harry pulled out my chair and then sat down himself. "I rented the boat out for the night. There is a cabin inside with a bed and bathroom." I smiled at his sweetness. "You are amazing." I saw Harry's dimple make an appearance in his left cheek. "Anything for my beautiful wife." After we had dinner, Harry and I had a few chocolate covered strawberries and a flute of champagne. He was the best husband a woman could wish for, and I have no idea how I got so lucky. I pulled Harry into the boat's cabin and knotted my arms around his neck as I kissed him passionately. When we took a breath from the kissing, Harry looked at me seriously. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Truthfully? No. But I couldn't let Harry be so sweet and not give him anything in return. I wanted to make him happy. I had to. "Yes." He nodded and kissed me more lustfully, while his hands started fumbling up the hem of my shirt. Once I felt his hands on my bare chest, I completely froze. Memories from last night- the horrible, painful things that That man did to me- flooded my brain. As much as I hated to stop, I had to. I just couldn't go through with it. It was as if Harry read my mind. He pulled his hands out from under my shirt and embraced me in a tight hug. "I am so sorry for all the pain he put you through. I am sorry I didn't kill him. I am sorry I wasn't there." I felt the tears stinging at my eyes. "No, Harry. I am sorry I can't give anything back to you." I felt Harry shake his head. "I completely understand, Sarah. And you have given back to me. Sex won't make me happy. The only thing that makes me happy is when you are happy." Harry and I laid down on the bed, still in each others arms. "Goodnight, Mrs.Styles. I love you to the sun and back." "Goodnight, Mr.Styles. I love you to the end of space and back." I fell asleep with a smile on my face. How did I get so lucky? Did I even deserve a guy like Harry? He was the most caring man I have ever met, and I was so glad to call him mine.

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