Once Steph had returned home she immediately ran upstairs and into her room, stripping off into only her underwear, so lost in her thoughts that she wasn't aware of the little object that doesn't belong in her room. She then quickly ran into the bathroom to take a long, warm shower, washing away all of the sweat that her body had created due to actions that had taken place not too long ago. She couldn't be a little happy about what they had done, a smile still evident on her face ever since it had happened.

Not only is Harry a guy that she had been crushing on since she can remember, but she had learned that he was actually a lovely and gentle human being, and she had grown quite fond of him.

Once out of the shower, she brushed her teeth thoroughly before quickly hand drying her hair with a towel. She then threw a pair of underwear on, as well as a rather large white top, covering her petit frame rather nicely.

She observed herself in the bathroom mirror, wondering just how she had managed to get so lucky all of a sudden. She had gone from observing Harry in the hallways, wishing that someone like her could one day be with someone like him - and now here she is, home from an incredible night with him. It worried her a little. Because she knew that they aren't the type of people to ever talk, let alone anything like this happen. That only ever happened in those cheesy movies that she couldn't help but love. It worried her as she knew that it must be too good to be true; but it was real life, and she didn't quite know how. She just hoped that she wouldn't get hurt in the end.

She skipped to bed, pulling out her phone and putting it on charge before replying to Harrys texts and grinning to herself. They spent a few hours talking back and fourth before falling asleep.

It was another day of school, and Steph had nothing to do other than repeat to herself over and over that the weekend is almost here, as if it would make the day go by any faster as well as smoother.

Something about the school atmosphere seemed to be a little different today, though, but she wasn't quite sure why. Nothing really stood out to her as she made her way through the halls and towards her locker. However, she did notice that everyone seemed a little happier to be in school today, noticing quite a few giggles coming from different groups of crowds.

At first, she put it down to the fact that they are all with their friends and not alone like she was, so they'd be all joking together. But she knew that even then, body is ever laughing this early in the morning. But she wasn't sure if she had made it all up and making nothing into a big deal or not. 'Maybe everyone is this happy in the morning, and it's just her whose not?' She thought, but she knew that it wasn't the case.

It wasn't long until Steph had reached her locker, looking around and everyone's weird behaviour before shaking her head and opening the thin metal door. Just before she was about to throw all of her unwanted books in, a small material that didn't belong there caught her eye. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, unsure on what it was or why it was there. She hesitantly picking the black lace material up, quickly realising what it was and dropping it back down immediately.

The first thing she wondered was 'are they clean?' Slightly panicking at the thought of touching somebody's used underwear. She then wondered what she would do with them as she didn't particularly want to pick them up again but definitely did not want to leave them in her locker with her belongings.

Thinking fast, she quickly pulled out a writing book from her bag and ripped out a few clean pages, placing them on top of the underwear and scooping it up and screwing the paper up over them. She was sure this was the best way to despise of them as my only she wouldn't need to touch them, but nobody would also see them and think that she had brought some underwear to school to dispose of. It wasn't long until they were in a bin and Steph finished up with her locker, slamming the door shut and making her way to her first class.

On her way, she noticed that quite a few people had been giving her glances or odd stares as they too make their way to their own classes. She wondered if they had seen her put the underwear in the bin, it knew what had happened - but she quickly shook that idea out of her head as she knew that there was no way that anyone would've seen the underwear and only one or a few people would've known about them. She quickly came to the conclusion that she was just being paranoid and in fact, nobody was looking at her, and it was all in her head.

Many people seemed to be outside of her classroom, and she didn't seem to know why. She was quite certain that this is the class that she was supposed to be in. She then noticed that they all seemed to be laughing at something, most of them with their phones out - seeming to be taking photographs - and Steph couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Despite hating the bullshit that the students at her school do to each other, she can't help but wonder who they've targeted. Not because she found it funny or interesting, just so she knew what it was that people would be going on about, as well be a friendly face to those that needed it.

She tried to push past the crowd outside of her classroom, trying her best to make it into her class on time so she didn't receive any unwanted attention. On her way though, she noticed a few pictures stuck onto the wall that certainly didn't belong there. Her eyes quickly examined them as she tried to make her way through, and that's when she froze on the spot.

It was her. But not only was it her, but it was her practically naked. Standing there in nothing but her underwear. Little red and purple marks in places of her body, that had been placed there last night from Harry. The words 'Whore!' and 'Slut!' written across them.

Her eyes inspected the photos, wondering just how they existed, and that's when she realised that they had been taken in her room. But how? It didn't take her long to put the pieces together and realise that Lexis little apology wasn't an apology, but just her way of setting this all up. But what about Harry? Was he behind it to? Was he just a distraction?

Her vision began to blur, and she knew that she had to get away from everyone before the tears began to roll down her soft cheeks. She ripped the printed images from the wall and scrunched them up in her hands, pushing past everyone so she could make her way out of school.

But once she managed to push through the crowd around her, she was met with Harry and his group walking her way, laughing with wide smiles. She felt completely betrayed, how could he be laughing? They locked eyes for a split second, causing Harry to stop laughing and smile drops once he sees Stephanie so upset. He wonders what has upset her, as he had only just got into school. But if course, she doesn't know that, and just assumes that he is laughing at the same thing that everyone else in school is laughing about... her.

She quickly walks past the group, throwing the paper in the closest bin before picking up her paste and leaving as quickly as possible. Harry looks around quickly before going after her, calling her a little, but she keeps going, and before he knew it, she was gone.

He pulls the papers out of the bin, looking at them and realising what it was that she is upset about quickly shoving them into his pocket so nobody else sees.

Zayn comes over laughing, asking Harry if he has seen what has happened and showing him photos off of someone else's phone that they had taken. Harry quickly takes the phone from Zayn and deletes the pictures, shoving it back at Zayn.

"It's not funny. None of this is funny! Do you know how bad this is? It's child pornography!" Harry snaps, upset about what has happened.

"Relax, i didn't do anything." Zayn laughs, playfully slapping his friend. "Oh, yeah? And who did?" Harry asks, crossing his arms. Not believing what is being said. "Lexi. Duh..." Zayn laughs again. Harry rolls his eyes and quickly goes in the direction that Steph hair moments ago.

"Steph, open up!" Harry says as he knocks on her door. "Stephanie! Please open up!" He calls, but there is still no answer. He quickly looks around, looking for a way in, but there is nothing. He throws his head back in frustration, covering his face with his hands, wanting to make sure that the girl he cares about is okay. He rubs his eyes a little before removing his hands from his face, spotting that her bedroom window is open a little.

It didn't take him long to find a way up, and before he knew it, he was in her room. He hopped though the window, looking around, but she wasn't there. He furrowed his eyebrows, expecting her to be in her own room before looking around and spotting the camera.

He picked it up and realised that it is on, quickly turning it off and placing it in his pocket hesitantly. He realised that it must've been the camera used as it is facing in the right direction, and was a little glad that he had found it.

Steph quickly entered the room and let out a little scream when she saw Harry, not expecting him to be there.

"Stephanie, give me that, right now!" Harry quickly demanded as he noticed the small object in her hand, hoping that he wasn't too late. She shook her head slowly before letting out a few sobs, tears falling down her face. "I can't." She muttered lightly, trying not to choke on her tears.

"Steph, baby, please give me that. Okay? Please! You can trust me. Please. I'm here now, it's going to be okay." Harry pleaded, taking a slow step closer to her.

"Trust you?" She sobbed. "You laughed! How can i trust you when i don't know if you're a part of this?" Harry was hurt at her words, not believing that she really thought that he could be apart of this.

He shook his head before taking another step. "You know me, more than anyone. You know i'd never do this to you. Okay? Please just give me the blade. Do you not remember what i told you last night? I don't want to hurt you. Please just trust me!"

Steph looked at him, knowing then that it was ridiculous that she had thought he could've been involved. She nodded before handing him the small metal, Harry taking it immediately before pulling her into a tight embrace.

"It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." He spoke softly into her hair, before placing a soft kiss into her head.

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