Bullied for Love

The real me

He places his hands on my t-shirt and he scrunches it in his hand lightly. He gives a quick glances at me and I'm breathing heavily but silently. I feel as if he can hear my heart beat, that's how loud it feels. Right now, he's not even smirking nor am I. There is not even a sound in the atmosphere. It feels like it's boiling by all this tension. And I'm alone in a house, in a big bathroom, with Harry Styles..

Can it get any worse than this? I mean, who knows what he will do If he sees me naked ? What if he gets disgusted and laughs? what If he takes pictures and sends it to his piers? what if, what if he likes it? I don't know what he might do but returning from my day dreaming, he begins to take the shirt higher and higher up my stomach, he cups the bottom of the sleeve so that it can go through my casted arms but it didn't fit. he lets out an annoyed groan.

"Be right back"

He goes to the drawer in the room. I can't see him now so I just sit there curious as to what he is going to get. I hear footsteps and finally I see him. He has a pair of scissors in his hands and suddenly my eyes grow large.

"You'll see."

He answers my thoughts. He walks up to me and once again it's silence.

He places the scissors on the hem of my t-shirt and he begins to cut it. The scissors go higher and higher. Finally, he cut my shirt all down the middle and then he took in a deep breath, and removed my now cut shirt. I don't know why he went so agonizingly slow. But I liked it.. I wait to see his face expression and honestly I thought he would laugh or get disgusted. But no. He just had his eyes wide and he looks terrified. I think I know why. My bruises. he tries to hide his face expression by keeping a firm face and swallowing his saliva. He then moves to my pants. He goes on his knees and his face is now face to face with my woman hood. Slowly, he unbuttons my pants and unzips it. The more and more closer he gets to my core, the heavier my breath hitches. I can't let him see my bruises on my thighs, the bruises on my leg. As he's about to pull down I hesitate

"Wait stop!"

I whisper loudly

"What?"

He says looking up and with a nervous expression on his face. I look into his eyes and I just can't say it.

"Never mind just..just go."

I respond with no life in my words.

He holds onto the waist band of my jeans and he pulls it down slowly. the cold air in the atmosphere hit sharply upon my thighs.

The lower he goes, the larger his eyes widen. He stares at my bruises and marks with such horror.

"Why do you have these all over?"

He asks as he gently places his finger tips on my cold thighs.

Wow he sure is a humorous guy, as if he wouldn't know.

"I fell"

I say looking to the side and trying to not make eye contact with him. He notices and pulls my chin to face his and this time he went gentle. That's a first.

"look at me, tell me, who did this?"

I shake my head and close my eyes.

He sighs and finally says

"Natalie please"