*Hello readers. I would like to remind everyone that I wrote this story a few years ago (as of right now that I'm editing) and I don't believe it's all accurate. Well, I know it's not accurate lol. So with that said, some shit is best left unsaid. Also, some of the next chapters and stuff might piss you off. I don't want to change the story too much so I have decided to leave the plot of the next few chapters, more so for sentimental reasons. With this in mind, I'd like to thank you for your love and support. Let's treat people with kindness (even my 17-18-year-old self) -xoxo gossip girl

Jane

The cold air blew past me as I walked down the sidewalk of a Chicago street.

I held my bag in one hand and my dad's gift in the other. I looked around for the bus stop. Where was I again? It was night time, cold and the streets were covered in a thin layer of snow and ice.

I walked through a small alley for a shortcut and then it happened. "Give me the bags and your purse!" I screamed dropping the bags. "You dumb bitch!"

"Please don't hurt me!" I felt his hand collide against my face and then the feeling of cold snow and frozen ice against my back. My eyes looked up and it was him, the man staring at me.

But then everything went black.

Harry

Screaming woke me up. I shot up and looked around me in the dark room.

That's when I saw her, crawling back against the wall. "Mommy!" She called out. "Help me!"

"Jane! Hey, baby, it's okay." I turned on the light and she looked, terrified. "Jane you're dreaming okay, look at me." She shook her head quickly looking around the room. Her eyes were blank like she was looking past everything around her. As if she was somewhere else.

"Where's my mom! He's going to get me! Call the police!" She touched the back of her head. Her hands were shaking and she looked confused. "Mommy!" I had seen this before, the night terrors she can't seem to wake up from.

"Baby relax take a deep breath, your mom's coming soon." She nodded and finally looked up at me. "Do you want me to hold you until she's here?" She nodded, her stare scaring me. She was dreaming, about that night in Chicago no doubt. I walked over and held her on the floor. She began crying into my chest until I finally hear her whisper my name. "I'm right here my love, you're safe okay. I promise you're safe with me." I kissed her head. "I'll always protect you, I promise."

"He was here Harry, he was right here in my face." She cried into my bare chest. Her arms holding on to me tight. "Don't let me go."

"I'm not, I'm right here always. You cry and let it out, I'm right here for you." A while past with her in my arms when she finally calmed down. I stood up with her in my arms and put her in the bed. She held onto me and wouldn't let me go. "I'm just going to get you some water, baby, okay I'll be back in a minute." She nodded kissing my face. 

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed some water. She drank it and immediately wanted me to hold her again. I rubbed her back and she finally calmed her breathing.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Don't be sorry, you had me worried." She closed her eyes and laid on my chest. I held her close and hummed a song until she fell asleep.

The next morning I let her sleep in and went to make breakfast. It was the weekend so Daisy was up watching cartoons. Jane slept until almost noon and when she got up she seemed calmer.

She walked into the living room and kissed Daisy's cheek and then mine. "Hi." Her voice is low as she walked past me into the kitchen. She seemed quiet as I followed her in.

"I made you something to eat, do you want some pain medicine for a headache?" She nodded. "Princess, are you alright?" Her eyes looked down awkwardly.

"It was a bad dream, I'm sorry for probably scaring you. I just couldn't wake up." I gently touched her face, her head leaning into my palm. "You're so sweet to me and gentle." She put her arms around me.

"Of course, you're my baby girl." She giggled. "I love that giggle, it's my favorite sound." She looked up at me and got up on her tippy toes to peck my lips. "What are you nervous about, you only have crazy dreams when you're nervous." She sighed quietly.

"What if he does something to me, or they take his side? What if Emma leaves him, she'll take her son and I would be responsible for breaking up a family." Jane's problem was always protecting people that didn't need protection.

"Jane, he did this to himself. You are just brave enough to stop him. You aren't doing anything wrong, you're doing the right thing." I promised her. She looked so conflicted.

"I feel so nauseous from my nerves." She said to me after a minute of silence.

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As I waited for Jane out in the car outside of the school district where they were talking to the board members I couldn't help on thinking how much I wanted to beat the shit out of Ashton Irwin.

I wanted to grab him and pin him into a wall before hitting him so hard I shatter his whole face. I would beat him cold and spit on him for ever thinking he could get away with everything. How hard is it to listen to someone say no?

I looked over and saw Jane and the other teachers walking out. They all looked happy so I walked out of the car to go towards them. The girls watched me as I walked closer and Jane smiled. "We're having a sort of trial I guess, to hear his side. But we should be good because Amy has texts from him and everything he did."

"That's good, you can all get justice." I smiled at them.

"This is your husband Jane?" One of them said.

"Oh yeah Harry, this is Amy and Karen." I shook their hands. "My husband Harry." She introduced me.

"Nice to meet you all."

After we left Jane seemed content for a moment before she began to cry. I hated seeing her like this.

"Jane, no baby, please don't cry." I pulled over. "Jane look at me." She turned to look at my face. I quickly wiped the tears away. "We are going to get through this, and I'll always protect you okay."

She looked out the window and sighed. "You don't know what it's like to feel weak Harry. A big man coming up to you with a gun, calling you names, hitting you in the face and knowing that if someone wasn't around they could kill you or rape you. To be scared of walking to your car because someone could grab you. It's scary because even if I think I could defend myself, I probably couldn't."

Her words made me realize how terrible she really feels. Her job, a school where small children and happy people walk around, now felt like hell.

"No, I don't know what that feels like, I'm sorry you do." She put her hand out and held mine. "Hey." She looked at me. "If it makes you feel any better, both me and Louis think you hit really fucking hard." She smiled and let out a small laugh.

I drove us home and when we got there Phoebe was eating with Daisy. Jane had told Phoebe everything so she immediately went over to hug her before she went to wash her face.

"I could kill him if I wanted to." She stated quietly. "I could find out where he lives and just do it." I chuckled.

"Are you willing to go to jail for Jane?" She nodded.

"She's my baby sister, I would do a lot for her." I nodded looking at Jane as she came out to the living room with a fake smile for the sake of Daisy.

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"Good morning everybody today we will discuss the termination of one of our teachers due to the harassment charges against him. We will listen to each person and make a decision." One by one each of us went up to the small stand and spoke up. It started with Karen.

"I had just begun as a teaching assistant in the special education program. I was visited by Mr. Irwin who at the time was also just beginning as a teacher. He was very nice and flirtatious with me. We began dating briefly until I found out he was married. I immediately told him I never wanted to see him again. He told me it was inevitable to not see each other."

"Was it Mrs. Dun?" The main board member asked. "Was it possible to not see him?"

"Yes, we are in two different programs. Different sections of the school, yet he kept showing up in my classroom, my car, my home. I asked him to leave me alone, but then he grabbed me and told me I was his." She looked down almost embarrassed. "He followed me for a while until the new school year when he suddenly stopped." She was dismissed and then it was Amy's chance to speak.

"He was very forward and told me he liked me. I let him kiss me and then he became very controlling. I knew he was married so I tried to cut ties with him, but he began sending very threatening texts."

"Would it be possible to see them, Miss Moore?" She nodded pulling them out of her folder. As the men and women read them they looked angry and disgusted. When they called me up I spoke about everything and when I spoke of his assault they asked for proof of it. I pulled my sleeve up and the bruises were still there. "I think we've heard enough reasons, we will speak to Mr. Irwin now." We looked around and he was nowhere to be found.

The board members spoke amongst each other and all agreed. "Due to the fact that Mr. Irwin has not shown up, we have to assume his actions are correct and will have him up for full termination of the school district. We will also be putting him up to get his teaching license taken away. Ladies I would like to apologize on behalf of Mr. Irwin for any emotional distress, pain, and embarrassment he has caused and would ask you to consider issuing some sort of restraining order against him if this becomes a problem again." We all agreed.

As we were dismissed I felt relief go through me.

I walked out to see Harry waiting for me, I just couldn't have him in the room with me, listening to me talk about what happened. I walked up to him and kissed him gently hugging him. "Take me home Harry." He nodded putting his arm around me.

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I woke up the day of my birthday feeling a bit depressed. I looked around me and Harry was nowhere to be found. I could hear him in the kitchen probably making breakfast for me. It had been a stressful week when I got back to work. Teachers had found out why Ashton was fired.

Staff would look at me and talk about all of us. I spent my lunch in my classroom by myself. The only good thing to come out of this was that Amy and I had become good friends.

I walked into the kitchen and Harry was putting a waffle onto a plate. "Baby?" He turned around and smiled at me. "Happy anniversary." He walked up to me and gave me a small kiss on the nose before kissing my lips.

"Happy birthday." He hugged me. "How did you sleep?" I shrugged.

"Better, I feel kinda sad today." He looked concerned as he handed me a card. "What's this?" I opened the envelope and it was a letter from Harry.

"I wrote you this." I looked down at it for a second. I opened it carefully and read through it.

To the love of my life.

These past six years have been the best years of my life. You are the only woman who has ever made me believe that love even exists. My heart speeds up every time I see you and skips a beat when you kiss me. I love how you smile through the worst days and help everyone around you. The strength you carry around all the time is my motivation to keep going. Your heart is open to all of life's possibilities. You are so intelligent that sometimes it amazes me that you are still with me. I love you more and more every single day and will continue to love you for the rest of my life.

Forever yours, Harry

I looked at him and he smiled. "Did you like it?" I nodded.

"I loved it, baby." I walked up to him and put my arms around him. I looked up at him and kissed his chin. "So sweet to me." I kissed him over and over.

I felt needy today, I wanted attention after everything with Ashton.

He reached down to cup my ass and spank me. It was weird but I didn't like it. He squeezed my butt and I pulled away. "What?" I shook my head.

"Don't do that." He looked at me weird. "Don't pinch me."

"I'm a sorry baby, I didn't think I was doing it that hard." He moved back a bit. I crossed my arms turning to walk to the table. I sat down and he stood there awkwardly until Daisy came in with Mickey.

We had breakfast like normal and Harry suggested we all go out to the beach. As I put on my bra he walked behind me and kissed my shoulder.

"Stop please, I'm getting ready." I looked into the mirror and he was looking back into my eyes. "We can do that later," I suggested.

"What's wrong with you, are you not in the mood?" I put on my shirt and shook my head. He seemed upset for a moment. "It's because he grabbed you, right?" I looked down in embarrassment. "Baby." He gently touched my face.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me, I'm sorry I'm being so dramatic." I apologized. "I'm being stupid for acting this way."

"Jane, never apologize for feeling the way that you do. You're not stupid, he is. We're gonna get through this, baby, I promise okay?" I nodded. "Do you want to go out, or stay in?" I told him we should go out, Daisy was excited about the beach, so I finished getting dressed.

At the beach, Daisy ran around with Harry as I sat down on a blanket. He would catch up to her and poke her shoulder. "Tag!" They would yell. I smiled watching them as they had fun.

After a few hours, we walked to the restaurant right by the beach. I sat down looking at the menu. "Daisy, what do you want?" I asked her. She looked at the menu and shrugged. "How about some chicken strips?" She nodded.

"Okay, mommy." I looked at her and smiled. Even on bad days did that sweet girl make me feel better. She was like Harry in that way. He would crawl on the couch and lay his head on my lap when I was angry.

"Daisy don't you think mommy is the most beautiful woman in the world," Harry asked her.

"Yes, mommy is a princess." She took a drink of her juice. "Mommy are you sad?"

"No honey I'm just tired." I lied. "Didn't sleep a lot last night." I could feel Harry look at me with worried eyes. I wish he wouldn't worry about me so much. I realize it was in his nature to care, but it was a different type of care from the way I do it.

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When I realized it was two am I became frustrated that I couldn't sleep that night. I laid there in the dark feeling guilty that this birthday and anniversary I wouldn't even let Harry kiss me.

I kept turning my head or telling him to stop. Even earlier as we laid down he tried to cuddle with me and I completely pushed him away. I just didn't feel good. I knew it wasn't his fault and he was just trying to be good to me.

I sighed looking over to see Harry's back to me. I know he would never lay a hand on me unless I said it was okay. I shouldn't be afraid, and I wasn't, for the most part. I took a deep breath and rolled over to hug him. I kissed his shoulder and he whispered. "You're still awake too?" His voice is raspy and tired.

"Yeah, can you hold me?" He turned around lifting the blanket up a little to pull me close to him. I quickly wrapped my arms around his torso. I looked up at him and pouted my lips. He pressed his lips to mine, gentle, like if I was fragile. I pulled away and reached for his hand. I lifted his hand up to my lips and kissed his palm and the fingertips.

He watched me carefully as I took his fingers, opening my mouth to suck on his index finger. His breath hitched and he cursed. I put his hand on my boob and had him squeeze it.  "I want us to make love, but be gentle." He nodded kissing me slowly.

He pulled away and looked at me. "Can I take off your shirt?" I nodded. He slowly pulled my shirt off. "What does my baby girl want, do you want kisses here?" He gently touched my neck. "Or here?" He moved his hand down to my chest. His fingertips making soft circles around my nipples.

"Both." He chuckled leaning down to kiss my forehead and then my nose. He pressed his lips to mine and then moved down to my neck. I bit my lip as he gently nipped and kissed the sensitive skin. His lips moved down to my collar bones and then down to my chest. He shifted us so I was underneath him, his lips leaving a trail around my nipples.

"You're okay right?" He asked.

"Yes." I wasn't entirely sure but I was going to try. I pushed his hair back and smiled at him. He went back to my chest where I felt his warm wet tongue run over my nipple again, causing it to instantly get hard. He flicked his tongue over it, sucking on it. They were so sensitive today. I giggled as he did it again to the other side.

He ran his tongue until he reached my belly button and gently licked around it. For some reason that turned me on more than I'd like to admit.

"You can help me take my shorts off," I told him. He helped tug them off and I felt him stop. "I want you to do it, it's okay. It feels good." When I felt his tongue gently flick my most sensitive area my legs tried closing. He pulled back and looked at me. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"You're okay, how about you get on top of me, you're in charge." I nodded listening to him as he laid flat on the bed. I sat up and he smiled at me. "I'm yours, you can do what you want." I took a deep breath and swung a leg over him and scooted up so I was hovering over his face.

"Be gentle slow please," I said. He began by dipping his tongue into my entrance and then licking all around to get me aroused. I moaned gently as his tongue found my clit and he began licking around it. I grabbed his hair and pulled him against me moaning his name. "Harry." His hands softly ran over my hips. I put my hands in his and intertwined them together. I whimpered as I came on his tongue. He kept going on the other hand, when he said I was on a charge he meant it. He wouldn't stop until I said to stop. So I took advantage of him being underneath me and let him keep going, moving my hips on his face. "Oh, baby." I moaned as he got me to a second orgasm. "Fuck yes." I gasped. When I became too sensitive I got off of him and looked down to see his lips all wet.

"You taste so good." He wiped away my arousal on his cheeks and licked his lips. I pulled the blanket back and my mouth watered at the sight of him standing tall. Without any words, I took him in my grip and licked the tip of his cock. I took just the head in my mouth and sucked on it.

My tongue swirled around the tip, licking up all the precum. I looked up at Harry and he was watching me with his mouth slightly open. I lowered down every time I bobbed my head, taking more down my throat. "Jane." He moaned. I hummed around him making him curse. I began moving faster, pulling back to jerk him off in my hand.

I stood up to flip my hair to one side while I hovered over his cock. I rubbed it over myself until I found my entrance and pushed him in. "Oh god." I whimpered as I lowered down on him. "Does it feel good."

"So good baby, warm and tight. So wet and ready for me. Always ready for me right?" I nodded looking down at him. I grabbed his hands and sighed.

Ashton's words playing in my head, 'always ready'. My mind went blank.

"Hey, it's okay." He smiled.

I took a deep breath and tears began to fall. I got off of him and pulled the blanket up to my chest. I had never told Harry exactly what Ashton said to me, only that he grabbed me. "I-I I'm sorry." He sat up beside me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I shook my head and flinched as he touched my shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby, did I say the wrong thing? You usually like when I dirty talk a little." He said confused.

"I'm not a slut," I whispered. "I'm not always ready." He got up to turn on the light and sat beside me.

"Is that what he called you?" He asked me. I nodded leaning into him. Tears fell down my face and he quickly wiped them away. "Baby, don't listen to him. He did that to get in your head, that's what they do. Look at me." I couldn't. "Jane, please princess look at me. I love you and I don't want you to waste tears on a piece of shit like him. You're perfect and he's the slut, and piece of shit that can't keep his dirty hands away from a strong beautiful woman." I nodded looking away from him. It was dead silent for a while. I sighed feeling tired.

"I think I'm going back to therapy," I told him. "I've been feeling anxious and I'm worried that I'll snap." I looked up at him. "I don't want to snap on you and Daisy."

"Okay then, maybe we should both go." I nodded. "Jane, with everything, happening, and I'm not just talking about this. My mum, Sara, Kyle, everything. I've driven to the store and stood in front of the alcohol and thought- just one bottle." I looked down. "Everything is going to be okay, I know it."

"How do you know?" He chuckled shaking his head.

"Because I've been at rock bottom. This is not rock bottom." He had a point. His rock bottom was when he was almost killed by some drunk. Walking the streets with a giant gash from a stab wound in his side and a bottle of whiskey. My rock bottom was when I was drunk in my bathroom at sixteen cutting my arm and forgot to lock the door.

Phoebe couldn't look at me the same after seeing all that blood.

Neither could I.

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Thank you for reading. Xx

-K