I Won't Give Up (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Christina Fernandez, just your average 18 year old girl, has trouble in her school and also at home. She gets made fun of every day by the kids at her school and outside of it. And once she gets home, she has to face with her parents arguing back and forth around the house. She's just too afraid and insecure to say anything to any one. But one day, she meets a curly haired boy that changes her life forever, and she also changes his.


18. Stop it.

"Christina, open the door!"

"NO! Leave me alone!"

"Please, Christina.."

"Just, let me cool off for a few minutes, okay? I need some space."

"Alright, talk to me when you cool off."



~ Olivia's P.O.V. ~


I went downstairs and went to go get my phone.

I grabbed my phone from the dinner table and at that exact moment, I got a call from Harry.

"Hello, Olivia. Is Christina there? She wouldn't answer any of my calls today. I'm starting to get very worried about her. Please tell me that she's okay."

"Yeah, she's here. She's just not in a very good mood right now."

"Why? What happened? Is she alright?"

"She got a lot of hate this morning. She's crying a lot right now, though."

"... I'll be over there in 5 minutes."




"Where's Christina?" Harry asked, sternly.

"Upstairs, in the bathroom. She's taking all of this hate really hard on herself."

He ran upstairs to her room and entered the bathroom.

He loves her.

He REALLY loves her.


~ Harry's P.O.V. ~


I ran upstairs to the bathroom and saw Christina on the floor, crying.

"CHRISTINA!" I yelled.

"Harry! Why are you here?" She asked, wiping her tears.

"Olivia told me about what had happened on Twitter, so I wanted to come over to make my baby feel better." I said, sitting down next to her.

I grabbed her hand to kiss it. But when I looked at her wrist, I couldn't believe what I saw.

She had bloody marks on her wrist.

She noticed that I was starting at her hand, so she pulled it away from me.

"Why would you cut yourself, Christina? DON'T DO THIS!" I yelled, cracking my voice.

"EVERYBODY HATES ME!" She yelled, crying harder.

"Stop. I don't want to see you like this." I told her.


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