Seeing Harry kiss her broke my heart a little. I don’t even know this guy but I have a strange attraction to him. I collapsed on the bed and started to cry into my pillow. Dad is going to kill me, Harry doesn’t care about me, Ben’s being bullied because of me and Lauren feels like she can’t do anything else but look after me. This is all such a mess. I should never have gone out that night. I vaguely remember getting ready to go out and being in the club but I don’t remember Harry bringing me back here and us doing, well you know what. I don’t even know what my personality was properly like before the incident. That girl outside just proved how much of a player Harry is. His girlfriend looks like a right slut. I know people say I do too but I don’t really care. It’s just me. I lost my virginity at 15 and that didn’t go down well with my parents but when mum left, all I could think about was going out, getting drunk and having sex. It was my release. The only way I could calm myself down without punching a wall. I’ve done that a few times too. I have the grazed knuckles to prove it. I stood up and looked at myself in the long mirror. My red hair that used to stand out is limp and horrible. I’m a lot skinnier than I used to be, probably something to do with the fact that I just don’t feel like eating anymore. My ankle is in a cast and I can just about walk. I have stab marks all up my arms and I have bruises, permanent bruises, all over my stomach, scars from where they operated, let’s just say that what happened to me on the 2nd of January 2013 will never be forgotten. I went out on New Year’s Day, to bring the New Year in, hoping and praying that it would be a better one, stayed at Harry’s overnight, and then ended up getting abused by my own father, how sick is that? I sighed and sat back down on my bed opening my laptop. I’ve had the same one for years; Mum brought it for me for my 14th birthday. She said she’d buy me a better one, even perhaps a MacBook, for my 18th. The sad thing is, she never came to see me on my 18th. I didn’t get a card or a present. I got a beating, a beating from my father, another day that I won’t forget. 29th of July, 2012. My eighteenth birthday, I was meant to be celebrating but instead I got beaten. How great is that? I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty messed up. I’m a high school dropout, I got mainly C’s and B’s in my GCSE’s and then dropped out. Now the only thing that I ever looked forward to has been ripped from me too. I always, ever since I was a little girl, wanted to be a mum. When Mum left us, I knew what type of mother NOT to be. I wanted to treat my little girl or boy with love and showers of affection. To make sure that I got the right guy who wouldn’t abuse my children. It’s all I wanted. It was ripped from me because of my father. The one person that I thought I could trust. I couldn’t. I couldn’t trust him. He hospitalised me for over a month and now he’s looking for me. The sad thing is, I know one day he’ll find me. He’ll find me and finish what he started. That’s if he doesn’t find mum first of course. I opened my Twitter and saw get well soon messages from my friends. I favourited them all and scrolled through my feed. I saw a few tweets from my idols but then I caught one that shocked me.
“@LittleMix: Had the best day with my amazing boyfriend @zaynmalik today, feeling like a special girl :) Perrie<3” There was a picture of her and one of Harry’s friends attached. Harry’s friend is dating THE Perrie Edwards from Little Mix? How did he manage that? I wanted to go downstairs and ask Harry but he’d probably not answer me. I did tell him he needed to sort himself out after all. I clicked on Zayn’s profile and read his bio. “1/5 of One Direction, living the life with my four best mates.” There were five of them, including Harry here. I went through his following and saw that he was following a group account for One Direction. I clicked on it and was amazed by the amount of followers. 18.5 MILLION?! How do all these people know who they are and I don’t? Thinking about it, there have been a lot of people following Harry and I around but I just thought it was because he was good looking, not because he’s in a famous boyband? I don’t really get time to go on Twitter much because I’m working or looking after Ben. I also don’t watch TV. I’ve heard of the name now, I think I’ve heard Imogen talking about them but why didn’t she tell me? That’s just so weird.
“@KylieJCarter: Just found out that I’ve been staying with a famous person, how did I not know this?!”
After I had posted it, I got a few replies from friends but didn’t want to say who. I’m sure these fans are probably very possessive over Harry and his friends.
I searched ‘One Direction’ generally and a few articles about Harry Styles and his mysterious girl came up. I opened one and began reading. “The famous, Harry Styles has been seen with a mysterious redhead lately. It’s believed she suffered an assault and Harry saved her life. He stayed in the hospital with her waiting for her to recover and is now helping her out as her house is being investigated as a crime scene. The 18 year old seems to have a girlfriend though, a former flame named Olivia Gardner, but he seems more attached to the girl he’s been taking care of. Is this Styles’ next fling?” I stopped reading and shut my laptop. I stood up on my crutches and went downstairs.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I asked as I got to the bottom step. Harry was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
“Tell you what?” He turned to me.
“That you’re fucking famous?”
“Why didn’t you know?” He countered.
“Because I don’t give a damn about stupid boy bands, they’re pathetic and a waste of space.” I spat.
“Well you can leave my house if you want.” He stood up.
“And go where exactly? I don’t even have a house! My dad tried to murder me!” I shouted and broke down in tears on the floor. Harry rushed to me and started to hug me but I pushed him away. “Get off of me. Go and be with your girlfriend.” I told him with gritted teeth.
“Hey, you hate me, why are you so jealous of Liv?” He brought my face up so I was looking into his eyes. Honestly, I don’t know why.
“You’re my saviour Harry. You saved me from death. If I had have been lying there for much longer I would have died. But you saved me. That’s why I’m jealous.” I admitted after thinking for a few minutes. Harry brought me in for a hug and I buried my face in his neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me being famous.” He whispered into my hair.
“I’m sorry I called your band pathetic.” I apologised too, feeling totally out of order. This guy opened his house to me and I called him and his friends pathetic.
“Don’t worry about it, how did you find out anyway?” He asked pulling away from me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I like Little Mix and Perrie posted a picture of her and Zayn and tagged him and I recognised him as your friend so I went onto his profile and read his bio and then I found your group account on Twitter and saw that you had 18.5 million followers. I just kinda guessed from there.” I said and he laughed.
“I’m surprised you didn’t find out before, with all the fans following us and stuff.” He replied and I nodded.
“I worked it out after I found out.” I laughed. He was staring at me intently and it was actually starting to freak me out a little. “Why are you staring at me?” I asked and he broke his gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and lent forward. I knew what was about to happen and shut my eyes. I felt his soft lips brush against mine and felt butterflies in my stomach. What does he do to me? Our lips connected and then moved in sync with each other before we pulled away. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” He confessed and I couldn’t help but smile.
Finally! Only took 12 chapters! Anyway, I was originally going to do an AU fanfiction but then I decided it would be better involving the press and fans. But they kissed! Awhhh.
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