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.


14. Chapter 11.

-Brianna's P.O.V-

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

"BRIANNA!" He screamed. He came to my side, he saw what I had done. I wasn't looking in his eyes.
I didn't want to see his expression. I could imagine it, though I didn't want to see it.

He stood up rummaging through the drawers, he finally found what he was looking for. A first aid kit?
He has a first aid kit? In his bathroom? Never would've imagined that really. 

"Hold still okay? This might sting a little." What was he going to do? 

"Fuck!" I yelped in pain. God that sting like  a mother effer! 

"I told you it would sting."

"You said might sting a little!"  He finished cleaning my cuts. After wrapping it, he looked me dead in 
the eye. I quickly looked away. 

"Brianna look at me." He said sternly. I shook my head no. "Brianna. Look at me I said." I didn't
budge. I put all my attention on the floor. He grabbed my chin with his index finger, trying to get me to 
look at him. He won. I was looking at his emerald eyes. He was looking back at me, deep in my soul, trying to figure me out.

"Why?" His voice cracking, like he was trying to hold back the tears that were already coming.  "Why do this Bri? 
Can't you see it doesn't only hurt you, it hurts me too." I didn't speak.  "Come on. We have to tell Lou." He dragged me out 
of the bathroom. Leading me to wherever  Louis was. I didn't care anymore. I took this opportunity to look around the flat.

It was nice. Really nice, actually. Better than Sam, and I's. Ours wasn't fancy but it wasn't at all crappy either. We had good 
jobs. And when we first moved out of her parents' house they wanted to pay for it. I was glad to have them. The room I had been
in earlier was the second to last door to the end of the hall. I din't really get a chance to see the other rooms, the doors were closed.

So I din't know what they were. The living room was also very nice. Nice furniture. Flat screen TV, and other things. 
Louis was in the kitchen cooking with Nicole. Or should I say attempting to cook. Louis was never the best cook. Nor did
he try to be. 

"What was all the screaming about? I hope its not what I'm thinking." Harry's cheeks turned scarlet. 

"Of course not." I said. That was something I did not want to hear. Ever. He turned around to look at us. 

"Why is your wrist bandaged? Harry..?" He turned to Harry for an explanation. Good 'cause I wasn't going to give him one.
It was my life. My body, and I could choose to do with them, whatever I pleased. Now cutting wasn't something I can say
'pleased' me. It was just to take away all the pain. 

Harry gave Louis a look. I knew what look it was. It was 'the you know look.' 
"Brianna please sit." I did as I was told. Why? I don't even know why. I just did. I guess I'm not in the mood for arguing.

"Why?' He asked the same thing Harry had. Though he should know why. He should know exactly why. I didn't
answer him either. 

"Brianna please. Don't you see we care about you? I care about you." Wow same speech on the same day, same hour.
......so please tell me why." He spoke softly. I hate it when people do this to me after they know what I do. I feel 
like I'm in rehab. That is a place I will never want to go to. Ever.  It's seriously like my worst nightmare.

Louis was still ranting on, and on. I didn't even know what he was saying. I could just see his mouth moving. I stood 
up from the chair. I don't know where I was going but I wanted to go. Someone grabbed my arm though, so I couldn't go. I 
was struggling to free. 

"Brianna! Stop. Listen please." Louis begged. I finally got free and went to the room Harry put me in, and locked it shut.
They were banging on the door screaming at me to get out. 

"Brianna unlock the door! Please don't do anything stupid. Just open the door!" Is what Harry kept screaming.
They don't want to cut. That's what he meant by 'Don't do anything stupid'. Yeah cutting was stupid, but I couldn't stop 
doing it. It's like over the time, I just got more anxious to do it more, and more. Even though my problems weren't so bad. 

Like my brain, made me do it like breathing. It sucked me into it. Without a problem. My mind is used to it now. I sometimes 
did wish, I'd never made the first cut.  I hate the way my wrist look. It's so ugly. I hate seeing these scars on it. I hate looking at them 
everyday, there to remind me what a failure I am. 

I wasn't going to cut. Not right now anyway. This was my life now. To think how worthless I am. Because in reality, 
I really am worthless. I shouldn't be here. On this bed. I should be out in the street or even better I should be dead. I always think,
I should be dead, but I'm not strong enough to kill myself. To take everything away. To finally end it all. 

My eyes started getting droopy. My mind was becoming hazy. I could still here them kicking, punching, and screaming, behind 
the door. I fell asleep. But how I wish I could be dead right now.


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