I Need You.

Hannah's having some trouble in her life. Boy problems, her dad abuses her, and her friends don't care about her. She has no one to save her. But when she meets Harry at a club, she thinks she might be saved.


3. I Found Her


Harry’s been acting different these past few days after the incident with him kissing me. Not eating as much, like when we go to a restaurant, he’ll order salad, when before he would get something meat related. Having random mood swings. One time, he’ll be all happy and then he’ll be sad. It’s making me feel bad. I’m the one that made him feel like this. I feel sorry for him, but he knows that I can’t handle another heartbreak.

“Hey, Harry,” I said in a soft voice as I walked into Harry’s room. Well, it’s technically my room also. He looked at me and put on a fake smile.


I sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay, Harry? You’ve been acting really different these past few days. I’m getting worried.”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered. “I promise.”

“You promise?”


“Harry,” I put my hand on his thigh. I felt him tense up. “You can tell me anything.”

“I know,” he kept staring at my hand.

“Okay, good.”

As I started to stand up, I felt his hand on mine. “Hannah.”

I look at him with a small smile. “Yeah?”

“Can you tell me why you called for help?”

I choked on my own words slightly. I can’t tell him everything. That my dad abuses me, no one likes me, all my boyfriends give me heartache, and I’m always lonely. It’s a hard life I live and I don’t want to tell everyone. “No. I can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked, looking confused.

“It’s kind of a personal type thing.”

“I get it,” he said, nodding. “You don’t have to tell me.”


“But at least tell me someday,” he said, kind of sounding like he’s asking if it’s okay.

“Alright,” I said before walking toward the door. The door’s only a few steps away when Harry does something that he has never done before. I feel two arms wrap around me, spin me around, and pin me to the wall. I grunt as I hit the hard wall.

“Hannah,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I whispered back.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

I kind of feel upset that he asked that question. The question I’ve avoided from everyone I know. I never trust anyone, and they never ask why, they just leave. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t trust me, is what I mean. You think I’ll treat you like the rest. That’s why you ran when I kissed you.”

I shook my head, feeling some tears growing in my eyes. “It’s because you are like the rest. Plus, you’re a pop star. That makes it worse.”

“How?” he asked, raising his voice.

“Because all celebrities are stuck up and don’t care about people like me, unless they’re fans of them. You just think that you can be a nice person around me at first and then when we get together, you’ll leave, to make it into magazines, newspapers, and those gossip TV shows. I always see you on the cover, Harry. And you know what I see? You with some blonde chick that no one knows. Oh, and last time it was Taylor Swift. You think I can trust you when I see all of that bullshit?” I yelled before looking at his expression. It was blank. No expression what so ever. I groaned before pushing him off me and walking out of the room. He followed after me, making loud stomping noises each time he took a step. I felt his arms around me once again, he span me around so I was facing him.

Our lips connected instantly. He put a lot of force into it while I was just softly kissing back. I tangled my fingers in his hair before pulling away. He stared into my eyes and I stared into his.

“You can trust me,” he whispered. “Cause I’m only looking for the right one.”

I just stared at his eyes. They sparkled from the light in the hallway.

“And I think I found her,” he whispered in my ear as he hugged me tight. 

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