I'm not a slut

I heard the front door slam shut. Yay the manwhore is gone! I opened my eyes and called for Harry to come out of the closet. He came out and picked me up.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to clean you up" I nodded and he put me down on the counter top. He looked at my cuts. He sighed and asked
"Where is your first aid kit?"
"Its under my bed" He left me in the bathroom and went to look under my bed. I was thinking how nice it is that Harry is helping me get cleaned up and then I remembered something. My razors are under my bed to. I heard Harry gasp. He walked in with the first aid kit and the box I keep my razors in. He opened the first aid kit and started to clean up my cuts. When he finished he just stared at me. He opened up my box of razors and he picked one up.
"Why do you cut? You don't deserve to cut! Ya I know that your dad beats you, but that is nothing compared to the shit I put up with! You live in a fucking little bubble!" He grabbed my left wrist and I screamed. "You probably just do this for attention! Grow the fuck up!" He did not just say what I think he said. That my life isn't hard. Oh doesn't know anything. He also doesn't know that he just opened up a can of kick ass.
"My life isn't hard?! HA! You have no idea what I went through!"
"Oh really?! Tell me how "hard" your life is! Please do!"
"Me life is as hard as anyone else's! My mom died in a car accident when I was 7! That was the first time my dad came home drunk and beat me! When I was 13 my dad had friends over and they all got drunk. I was going to leave because I thought they were all passed out, but one of my dad's friends wasn't. When I opened the door he pulled my arm back . He dragged me to my dad's room and he raped me! I went to the cops later that night and they tested me and it was proven! He went to jail, but now he is out. I cut because when my dad comes home he always hits my legs, so I look like a slut when I walk! He calls me a slut because his friend told him I wanted to have sex with him. When really I was knocked out and raped! My only friend is at a different school, so no one is with me through the day. I'm depressed, anorexic, and I cut! So don't even tell me that my life isn't hard! Cause you have no idea what I have been through! Don't judge what you don't know!" I finished. He just stared at me.
"H-h-he raped you?"
"Yes" I said in a quiet voice. He just looked at the floor. I got up and put away the first aid kit and my box of razors. I went back in the bathroom and I saw tears on Harry's cheeks.
"Why are you crying Harry?"
"Because I can't believe that happened to you"
"Well believe it because it happened." He just nodded.
"Why do you even care?"
"I just do okay?!" He snapped at me.
"If you are going to be a bitch get out" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"If you are just gonna act like that then leave"
"Okay fine. Whatever. Bye" As we made our way down stairs I remembered he helped me.
"Thanks for cleaning me up" He just nodded.
"Do you want anything before you leave?"
"Just one thing" He walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back. After a minute he turned around and left.
"Bye Diana"
I closed the door and just stood there.
Harry Styles just stole my first kiss...

Notes

Hey guys! I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while! I have been really busy with school and other shit. Anyways don't forget to comment, rate, and subscribe! Okay well...bye!
~Harry's_Dimples