Left Behind *Harry Styles Love Story*

I walked into the court room tugging on my outfit. What can I say I'm nervous, my mum just died and now I'm in court to see if I'm gonna have to stay with my brother. I hate my brother he can go get hit by a bus for all I care. Harsh? Nah its just how I feel. Hes a fucking douche! Just Saying. You people may love him, but Louis Tomlinson isn't what he seems like.


13. Chapter 10.


-Brianna's P.O.V.-

"Be careful don't wake her  up!" I heard someone scold. I couldn't figure out who though. I was too deep in my
head. I was half asleep. I think I was in someone's arms. 

"Shh! She's waking up!" 

"Then stop moving so much Harry! You'll drop her!" 

"Will not!"

"Whatever Harry just be careful."

So it was Harry who is carrying me. I was more awake. I'm guessing Louis was the one talking to him. He is the 
loudest one of all.  Wait Harry was carrying me! I could either tell him I'm awake so he wont  touch me, but on the
other hand. I don't want to walk. I'll just let it slide.  I decided to more comfortable, I buried my head in Harry's chest.

He was warm, really warm actually. I felt getting put on a bed. Maybe now is the time to 'wake up' 
I stretched pretending to be barely waking up.

"Where am I?" I asked sleepily.

"I know you were awake." Shit. Harry was leaning on the door frame to wherever I was. 

I felt my cheeks get red. "I don't what you're talking about." I stated simply. He laughed at me. 

"So you weren't pretending you were asleep, just so I could carry you?" 

"Nope." My cheeks were getting hotter and hotter. 

"Fine then." 

"Where am I?" I asked him. He came to the bed, and sat next to me.

"Louis', Nicole's, and I's flat." 

"Why am I here? Where is Sam?" 

"Uh Niall kinda took Sam to his and Liam's flat." He scratched the back of his neck. "And where else would you go
if you're not here?" 

"Well I dunno, maybe my house!?" 

"We're in England now babe. You can't go anywhere." He started leaving. 

"Wait!" I called out. He stopped, turning to face me. "So you're really not going to let Sam and I go?" 


"But why?" I looked into his eyes, mine pleading. 
He looked at me for a long time. Really looked at me. "Dinner will be ready in a bit. You can change if you want. Your clothes 
is over there." He pointed to a bag on the other side of the room, and left. 

I went to my bag, it had my clothes in it. How did they get this? Did they get into our apartment? Now that is creepy!
I went into the bathroom to change. How long were they planning to keep me? Why did they do this in the first place? 
Don't they get, I don't want them in my life? Louis is going to turn into the complete jerk he was two years ago. 

I don't want that. I don't even want to be near him. Or near any of them. All I want to do is go home. Back to Paris with Sam. 
Live like I used to. Not the happiest, but better than this.

I didn't even realize I was crying until, the salty water ended up in my mouth. I suddenly felt that urge again. 
To cut. I looked in the mirror, my ugly face staring back at me. I felt so ugly, so useless. I wasn't going to eat. My stomach 
was already fat enough. I don't want it to be bigger.

I'm in the bathroom. A guy's bathroom. There must be a razor here. I searched the drawers. Finally coming to 
the last one. 

Please. Please be there.

There it was. I picked up the blade. It was shiny, it looked unused. Well that was going to change in a 
matter of seconds. 

One cut.


I made the third cut. Blood gushing out. 

"Bri, din-" Harry barged into the room. His eyes went wide as soon as he saw my bloody wrist. 

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