Trouble. (A Harry Styles FanFic)

He ran his hand up my leg, " I care about you Holly." He whispered in my ear. I was trembling as he kissed my neck and his hand went higher into my dress. His name is Harry. Harry Styles to be exact. His green eyes could trap anyone in. But is he too much trouble for me?


4. Chapter 4.

* Next Morning *

          They kept calling me a slut, anything they could think of. I went to the bathroom and took out my blade, I used to cut. I dragged the blade across my wrist and blood trickled down. I took some of the toilet paper and put it on my wrist.


          Harry and I both walked to math, " Have you been crying?" He asked. I nodded sitting down, " Just don't listen to the love, they are jealous." He said kissing my forehead. I sighed as I took out my book. " What's on your wrist?" He asked. I covered it with my sleeve, " Nothing." I said opening the page. He took my hand carefully and moved the sleeve up. " Holly don't do it. Please." He said. " Look what the cat dragged in." Amanda laughed. " Look what hell brought." I said. " Burn." One boy said. " Jared. Shut up." Amanda said. " Why are you doing this to her?" Harry asked. " Because. She is not good for you." Amanda laughed. " And you are? Please. Look at yourself." He said. Her friends were hiding their laughs. " Calling her a slut doesn't make you a better person. It makes you a bitch." Jared said. She started crying and out the room. 

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