If You Only Knew [1D not famous]

Harry Styles and Stella Willow were the cutest couple at Roseville Prep. That is, until Harry ended the seemingly perfect relationship to be with Stella's best friend. No one knew how Stella's life really was at home, not even Harry, and this made it worse. Feeling crushed and alone, Stella doesn't know what to do, and she begins to cut again, even attempting suicide. Until someone else arrives... someone who can distract her from her troubles, make her smile again, and maybe something more? But what happens when Harry realizes that he wants Stella back?
*NOTE: STELLA LOOKS LIKE ARIANA GRANDE EXCEPT WITH HAZEL EYES*

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Stella's POV

I squeezed my eyes shut against the numbing pain as I slid the blade across my wrist. Ruby red blood beaded from my skin, the medium amount telling me that I wasn't cutting too deep. I made a few more cuts up to my elbow, and then I lifted my shirt and wrote the word worthless on my stomach with the blade. Tears filled my eyes and I swiped them away, knowing I deserved this. 

Ding-dong. 

Suddenly I heard the doorbell. My dog started to bark and my awful, abusive stepmom yelled from her bedroom, "Bitch, get the fucking door!" I rolled my eyes at the sound of her voice and then hurried to clean up, knowing I didn't have much time. I didn't have many visitors, except my boyfriend. He didn't tell me he was coming to visit today.

I wiped the blood off from my stomach and arms, and put my blade away in its special place in my room. I quickly changed into a clean tank top and shorts, throwing on a hoodie to hide the cuts. I put my dark hair up in a messy low bun and tried to smile at my reflection in my bedroom mirror. I had to make it convincing. I didn't want my boyfriend to worry about me. 

When I was satisfied, I left my room and went downstairs. As I walked down the stairs, I thought about the fact that my boyfriend, Harry Styles, and I had been together for two years and he still didn't know that I cut. I wasn't about to tell him. Even though we both really loved each other, and our relationship was perfect, I didn't want him to think that I was just looking for attention. 

He did know about my stepmom, though. He knew that she started to abuse me after my father died, and when I told him, I started to cry. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, and told me that he'd never let anyone hurt me. I really loved my boyfriend. He was beautiful, with his green eyes and curly hair and charming smile, but he was really caring too. There was a rumor going around that he was a player, but I didn't believe it one bit. Besides, everyone thought we were the cutest couple. And it was true. 

I walked down to the foyer and opened the door. There Harry stood, in all his perfection, smiling down at me with a movie in one hand and popcorn in the other. 

"Movie night?" he asked, tilting his head. 

"You know me so well," I joked, letting him in. He pecked me on the lips and I felt electricity course through me. "Not to sound mean or anything, but why are you here? I thought your band didn't stop practicing until three." Harry was part of a band called White Eskimo, and they were actually pretty good. 

A nervous look crossed Harry's face for a split second, but it vanished just as quickly as it came. "Our gig isn't until Saturday," he replied as we walked hand-in-hand down to my big theater room. My house is really big, and thanks to my rich stepmom, I get most anything I want on the condition that I don't say anything about the way she constantly emotionally and physically abuses me. My shoulder still hurt from where she punched me last night, and I knew I had a bruise. 

Once we got downstairs, Harry began to relax. I think he was intimidated by my stepmom, like everyone else, even though he hadn't actually seen her come out of her study this time. She was always in there, writing new manuscripts. My stepmom was a famous horror author, and almost everyone knew about her. I sighed and popped Love Actually in the DVD player.

He pushed me onto the couch and we began making out as the previews started. As usual, I felt the fiery passion course through my veins when he kissed me. Harry was a really good kisser. I tangled my hands through his curls as he ran his fingers up and down my body, giving me shivers. I made sure that his hands steered far away from my cuts, so he'd never find out. When we were done kissing, we were out of breath. We leaned back onto the couch and I smiled at him. He smiled back.

"So, babe, how have you been? Really?" Harry asked me seriously, brushing a lock of hair out of my hazel eyes. 

My stomach flopped. He could never know about the fact that I cut. "You mean with my stepmom?" I asked, and he nodded. I drew in a breath and leaned my head back into the sofa, laughing humorlessly. "You want the truth?" 

His arm around me tensed, and he stared at me intensely, concern in his eyes. "What did she do to you, Stella?" he asked, his voice raising a little bit. I winced and tried to calm him down. I appreciated that he cared about me, but I could take care of myself.

"She just punched me in the shoulder, that's all," I told him. "Not very hard, but-"

Harry gritted his teeth. "Love, if this goes on, you know you'll have to go to the police. If you don't, I will," he interrupted, looking a little sad. "I hate to see you this way. I don't want her to hurt you anymore." 

"Harry, babe, I can take care of myself," I answered him, looking at him through my eyelashes seductively, hoping to distract him. I leaned towards him and kissed him lightly on the lips, and then pulled away and smiled softly. Something in his eyes changed and he lunged toward me, passionately kissing me like he needed it to survive. I fell back onto the couch and we continued kissing, and I moaned in pleasure as he kissed my neck. His hands moved from my hair, to my shoulders, to my back, and then around, leaving a tingling sensation all over my skin. When he tried to lift up my shirt, I tensed, remembering the fact that I had just cut. I quickly sat up and cleared my throat, and he just stared at me, obviously wondering why I suddenly stopped. 

"Um-" I began, trying to think up an excuse. Just then, Harry's phone rang, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He took it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. Something in his facial expression changed, something I couldn't place. I frowned and looked to see who was calling. To my surprise, I saw the face of Amber, my best friend, on the screen, which was weird. As far as I knew, Harry and Amber weren't all that close, only sort of friends because Harry was dating me and she was my best friend since kindergarten. 

"Oh my God, it's Amber," I said. "I didn't know you had her number. I wonder what she wants. Are you guys working on an English assignment or something?" 

"Something like that," Harry replied, looking a little nervous. He hit decline and the ringing stopped. I cocked my head, confused.

"Why didn't you answer?" I asked, confused. 

He smirked, his green eyes sparkling. "Because I'm with you," he answered, kissing me again.

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