A Reason To Breathe *Harry Styles love story*

Chloe was just a small town girl from Carthage, Missouri, but her life isn't a normal one...or a happy one. What happens when a famous singer gives her a reason to breathe?


5. I Fell Down Some Stairs?

12:30 (noon) 

My hand shook in fear as it hovered over the doorknob of my front door. I licked my dry lips and took a deep breath. The longer I take, the madder Dad will be. I exhaled slowly and opened the door. I cleared my throat nervously. "Dad, I-i'm home..." My timid voice shook as I closed and locked the door.


"D-dad?" I sat the bottle down on the table in the living room and walked towards the staircase.


Suddenly I heard a door slam that made me jump violently. I quickly rushed to the door as my heart rate quickened from pure terror. I have no idea what he'll do.


"No, dad. They were doing some construction on the sidewalks, so I had to go a different way." I gulped, waiting for the worst.

"YEAH RIGHT!!!" he screamed and lunged at me. His hard fist collided with the right side of my face, causing me to tumble to the ground, the pain pulsing through me as I held in a groan. "I HATE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" He yelled and started kicking me in the back as I curled into a ball. As quickly as I possibly could right now, I cowered in the corner between the door and the wall as tears streamed down my face. "YOU'RE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT!!! I WISH I HAD A DIFFERENT DAUGHTER!!!" he yelled again as he finished kicking me. He grabbed my hair and lifted my shaking body and slammed me into the wall. He held me there. He roughly grabbed my my throat with his left hand and dug in his pockets, me still hanging about a foot above the ground, about an inch higher than my dad. He finally found what he was looking for - a lighter. He turned me around and ripped off my shirt. I waited for the intense pain that I was about to endure. As I was starting to think he wasn't going to do anything, I felt the skin on the middle of my back burning. I screamed, both from the agonizing pain and the fear of my dad. Throughout this whole time, he laughed. Well, more like cackled. The pain finally took over my body. It became too much and I let the darkness overtake me.

*a while later*

I slowly opened my eyes. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my back made me fall back to the cold, hard wooden floor. I took a deep breath and got up. I leaned against the wall as I looked at the time. 5:07 p.m. Wow. I was out for about 5 hours. Unfortunately, there has been worse times.love I looked at the couch, praying my dad was passed out from his drinking. I let out a relieved breath.

He was out cold.

I slowly trudged to the closet, part of it from by back and the other the make sure I don't wake my dad. I opened the door and took my phone out of my coat pocket. I gradually made my way up the stairs and to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and went to my contacts on my phone. I smiled one of the few genuine smiles I've smiled ever since my mom died. I tapped 'Harry- Your New Best Friend :D' and waited for him to answer the phone. 

"Hello?" came a muffled voice.

"He-" oh great. I can barely talk. I cleared my throat. "Hey." 

"Who is this?" Harry's clear voice asked.

"It's Chloe."

"Oh, hey Chloe! Sorry, I was just in the middle of eating." Harry said happily.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I can call back later," I said, my voice quivering at the end as I noticed my blood stained clothes and the red drops of liquid dripping down my face.

"Oh no, it's ok," Harry replied, his voice sounding worried. I guess he noticed. "What's wrong, Chloe?"

"Uh," I didn't think of what to say before! I can't just tell him my dad beats me!

I've got it!

"I fell down the stairs and I got banged up pretty badly. It really hurts Harry, and there's a lot of blood."

"Please tell me you're joking? And that this is just some sick joke or some excuse to talk to me!!" he practically begged. 

"No, I'm not joking Harry. Please help me!" I said, starting to cry again.

"Oh god, I'm on my way! Wait, what about your parents?"

"Uhm, my mom is dead and my dad is on a really, really, EXTREMELY long business trip for work." Thank god he has his car in the garage!

"Wait, so you're all alone?"




"Oh nothing, just thinking... Hey, why don't you pack your stuff and you could go on tour with us?" I almost fell off my bed.

"Why?" I asked, barely holding in my excitement.

"So you don't have to be alone all the time. Wait, is it ok with your dad?"


"Ok. I'll be there soon. Just get your stuff packed."

"Ok. And one more thing."


"Don't knock on the door when you get here. Text me and I'll come to you, but I will probably need your help with my suitcases."



"I'll be there soon."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye, love."

The call ended. I could feel my face burning up as a grin spread out onto my face, even though I knew he called a lot of girls love. I got up as fast as I could and grabbed all my clothes, makeup, and other little important things.

*she packs, blah, blah, blah*

I looked around at my pretty much almost empty room, making sure I didn't forget anything. Right now, all my suitcases and crap are at the side of my house so I don't have to drag them by my dad. I took one final glance around my room when something shiny caught my eye. I walked towards it and picked it up. It was a picture of my mom and I at the park. I was on the swing and my mom was crouched next to my 5 year old self with her head on my shoulder and her arms around my waist...well where it would be since five year olds don't have waists. (A/N they don't right?) We were both grinning at the camera. I smiled sadly as a tear rolled down my cheek. I miss her so much. I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans. I gently set down the frame on my bed and slipped out my phone. 

Harry :D- I'm out front

Chloe :)- ok. I'll be at the right side of the house in a minute

Harry :D- 'kay

I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed the frame. I stood by the window, about to climb out. I sighed and looked around my room. This is it. I turned around and climbed out the window. I walked to the side of the house and slipped the frame in the suitcase that was the closest to me. I grabbed 1 suitcase and my cookie monster duffel bag and walked to Harry. I put down the duffel bag and put my finger to my lips as a sign to be quiet. He looked confused, but thankfully nodded and went over to get the other two suitcases as I slipped the ones I grabbed into the car. I climbed in and sat down. I suddenly felt nervous. Harry was going to see me when we got to the hotel since I changed from the bloodied jeans to clean ones, but I forgot to change my shirt and I just have a telletubbie, don't ask why :), sweatshirt on. Harry got into the car silently and started driving to the hotel. He worriedly glanced at me.

"Are you ok?" I smiled slightly.


"Ok." He let out a deep breath and ran his large hand through his curly brown locks. "Why are your clothes clean? I thought you said there was a lot of blood?"

"I changed my jeans," I sighed annoyingly. "But my dense self forgot to change my shirt." He laughed.

"You're not dense, but that is a little funny. So how did you do this again?"

"I fell down the stairs, remember?"

"Yeah...wait a second!"

"What?" I asked worriedly.

"There's blood on your face! And a big bruise!" Oh my gosh. I forgot about the bruise and to wash to the blood off of my face.

"I hit my face on the stairs and the wall, Harry. Of course there will be blood. And I'm surprised there isn't more bruises." He saw through my lie and relaxed a little bit.

"Ok." I slowly raised my hand, unsure, and gently grasped Harry's hand that was nervously tapping on the console. He relaxed even more and took my hand. He looked over at me and smiled his gorgeous smile. I smiled back as butterflies erupted in my stomach. I looked out the window as my smile faded. I squeezed his hand a little and he squeezed back. Oh no.

I wont be able to keep this secret forever. 

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