The Mistake I Made

Hi my names Julie. I am only 17 years old and work at Holmes Chapel bakery, yes the one that the one and only Harry Styles used to work at, emphasis on the “used to”. I am a huge One Direction fan and so is my best friend Mina which makes us even closer. We always hope that maybe one day he might walk in to check in to see the shop, but that hasn’t happened for the past year.
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18. No Means No

JULIE’S P.O.V

“C’mon Juls please” Harry begged grabbing my hand in both of his. It was Saturday and another week closer to them leaving.

“No Harry this is the what? Tenth time I’ve told you no?” he was starting to irritate me with how touchy and sexual we was. Every single time we were together we’d always somehow end up partially naked and making out. When we first went out a couple weeks ago he was sweet and didn’t touch my body lower than the middle of my back, but now he only touched my waist and below and I began to feel uncomfortable.

“Pretty please” he kept protesting and pinned me against the wall and forcefully kissed me. I tried getting away but he grabbed my face so I couldn’t turn away. His hands began to wander up the front of my shirt and onto my breasts. That was it. On instinct I slapped him across the face and his hands and mouth retreated “What was that for? I thought you liked this” was all he could say.

“Well I don’t want you touching me there” I scolded at him.

“Sorry” he apologized and pulled me to the couch.

I lied down and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and Harry crawled on top of me and started forcefully kissing me for the second time today. He slid his hands down to my hips and towards the middle and between my legs and I jumped and nearly kicked him. “Woah there Julie” he said holding his hands up in defense but I glared at him. “What?” was all he could say.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I raised my voice. “Harry, I’ve told you numerous times that I felt uncomfortable with that, and you can’t force someone to kiss you and slide your hands there. Can’t you respect that?” and he just stood there without a reply. “Seriously Harry? Nothing?” I said and the hurt in my voice was audible. No reply yet again. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I grabbed my things and walked out the door. Paparazzi’s flashing cameras started taking photos and asking questions on why I was crying but I just kept my head down not bothering to look at them. Once I got in my car I drove, drove to one person’s house I felt safe around and needed to see. Zayn. 

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