I will defend her.

Summary

-HARRY'S POV-

I entered the house, after knocking for a while, but no answer came. I shut the door quietly as I heard muffled sobbing coming from somewhere upstairs in the house. I quietly put all my stuff down and climbed the smooth wooden stairs to Allison's room. The white, polished door was shut, I opened it quietly whent the sobbs got louder, I found nobody in the room, except a computer open and a slight body print from where I'm suspecting Allison had been laying. I moved to the computer, the screen still bright and shinning... on Twitter.

"Fuck," I thought to myself. "The fandom has probably crushed her, with the damn papparazi's fake rumors. Can't I have friends that are girls? Shit," I said to myself as I read through the mentions that she had.

Fucking bitch, taking our Harry away from us. He's too good for you, slut.

Can't believe @banksy32(not real) is actually dating @Harry_Styles, what kind of shit is that? She's a fat, dumb, blonde who fucks guys 24/7 probably. #don'tshipHarrison.

Slut, taking away Harry from us. You're nothing but a fucked up bitch who has nothing going for her. Kill yourself, like now.

The comments just kept going, and going, and going, some even worse than that, but very few were actually nice and genuine. The sobbing was still ringing in my ears as I knew it was from the bathroom. I quietly tip-toed over to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open to find Allison sitting on the toliet, blood trickling down her arm..... and a..... blade in her hand, slicing at her skin on her wrist.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screamed, causing Allison to wince, snap her head up, and gasp as she saw me. She threw the blade behind her, only to hit the wall and fall to the ground and try to cover the newly fresh, red marks on her skin now.

"I-I-I-I c-can e-explain," she said, stuttering, something she does when she's nervous or scared.

"Then explain."

"I-I-I..... I can't," she said, looking down, while holding her arm.

I fetched some tissues, walked cautiously towards her, brought her wrist up to meet my eye tracing and gently dabbed the tissued to her wrist to get rid of the blood, her wincing a bit as I pressed too hard a few times on accident.

"I thought you stopped this. You told me so much, and I was so proud of you because you stopped, but now I'm just worried. I can't believe this," I said looking at her as she looked down at her feet.

"Me too," was all she could say. i gently took my other hand and put my finger under her chin to lift it up to meet my gaze.

"This ends now," I left her there, confused, still holding the tissue to her wrist. I walked out of the room, to her computer and logged in onto my Twitter. I quickly tweeted,

@banksy32(not real)is an amazing girl. We are just friends. I can have friends that are girls right? But, there is something that I won't tolerate and it's the bullying that some of you guys are giving her. I love you, but I have friends other than my mates, too. I will do whatever it takes. I will defend her.'

My real Twitter: @AllisonBanks32

Characters

Allison Banks

Allison is 17 years old, senior in high school. Who doesn't know Harry Styles when she seems him, but questions all the cameras that surround him, suddenly they are best friends, and maybe a bit more.

Carissa Lambet

The bitch in the senior class, tries to flirt with Harry and steal him from Allison (I have nothing against this girl in real life, it's simply a photo, she is completely beautiful.)