Nobody Said It Was Easy [Harry Styles fanfic]

"Your still awake?" Harry hissed, slipping through the door, not bothering to turn the light on. I yawned and nodded, we had both went to bed ages ago, me in Harry's room, Harry on the sofa. I could see the smudged silhouette of him moving closer.

"I..er...can't sleep." I giggled, feeling giddy.

"I'll help you..."

"What?"

I bolted upright as he sat down on the bed next to me, leaning down.

"Don't worry baby." he said, pulling my body closer to him, I shifted, trying subtly to wriggle out of his grip. I had no clue what was going on. But when his lips crashed onto mine forcefully, it hit me.

I knew this would happen. This proved my theory right, all boys will hurt you sooner or later. Please just get me out of here.

I pushed him away warily, trembling. He refused to back off, I pushed him slightly harder. No response.

"H-Harry!" I choked out as he kissed me harder, "STOP IT HARRY."

I panicked as his hands ran up and down my body. Damn he was strong. His muscled arms kept me in place, I thrashed against him, "P-Please." I pleaded. I couldn't take this again. I'd already lived with it for six months. Never could I get stuck again. When this was over, I was leaving.

I gave one last hard shove, that one threw him off balance slightly. He removed his lips from mine, the fear was indescribable. I yelped out as he hit me square in the jaw. I tried to shuffle away but he pulled me back forcefully, his face was more recognisable as he came nearer. It wasn't Harry anymore.

"Connor leave me alone!" I shrieked, backing away instantly.

"Hey! Wake up!" I heard a voice say softly. All the commotion disappeared. My body felt as if it had overheated in some way, sweat was running down my forehead and I was shaking wildly. I bolted upright from my lying down position. It was a dream. But that didn't mean I had no reason to be afraid. When they say dreams come true, they surely can't mean the bad one's too?

"I can't--please--Connor-"

"Shhh its okay." a voice comforted.

Harry.

"Bad dream?"

I nodded, backing away from him nervously, "I-I'm sorry."

"For what? Are you okay?"

"I-If I..woke you up. And.." I trailed off.

No, I'm not okay. I haven't been in a while. And I probably never will be. I looked around the room, this was where my dream happened. It was just a stupid dream, Sophie. I kept telling myself. But it was nagging me inside, what if Connor did find me? What if-

"Your not okay." I could hear the sadness in his voice as he scooted up next to me. I tried not to flinch, but failed miserably. Was he some sort of mind reader? Everything I thought, he spoke.

"No, I-I'm not."

"What happened to you?" He finally asked. I should have known that question was coming sooner or later. But I wasn't ready to answer it. At least not truthfully anyway. I sighed and forced out the four words I had told every single person I knew until they stopped caring.

"I-I can't tell you." I sniffed, Connors words forever echoing in my head. Harry sighed.

"Why are you so scared?"

"I can't tell you." Again, those four words.

"Are you scared of me?"

I didn't reply, he knew the answer.

"Listen Sophie, its okay if you don't want to tell me, but please, don't be scared of me. I just want to help you, I hate seeing beautiful girls with pointless insecurities like you, so just trust me. No flinching, no stuttering. I won't hurt you. I p-r-o-m-i-s-e. Just trust me."

I smiled widely in my head, he thought I was beautiful? I was far from it in my view. I let the words sink in. Little did I know they would change my life forever. Literally.

"I c-can't"

Trust me, I wanted to. I wanted someone I could trust and love, I hated this alone, empty feeling I was left with. Having someone beside me would fill the empty space. But being alone means no pain. Except loneliness. I choose lonliness over pain.

Harry accepted this, thankfully.

"Can you at least just...not be scared of me?" He tried. Bless him, he really was trying. But I had a reason to be scared of him, of anyone. And I was sticking to that reason.

"I can't just make myself unafraid."

"Even if I gave you a list of reasons?" He said in a playful tone, I chuckled, worth a shot.

"Go ahead."

"First, I've never ever hit a girl, and I never would. And I'm famous, so if I did, and the media found out, my career's gone, not that I would anyway. But most important, it would be my fault that your so scared like you are now, I don't know if I could live with myself knowing that I'd put a girl in the situation that she has to be scared all the time."