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.


16. Chapter 13.

-Brianna's P.O.V.-

My eyes shot open. I was sweaty, or crying. Maybe both. 
"Shh. It's okay." Harry pulled me into his lap, while stroking my hair. "It was just a dream." He said soothingly. I shook my head. It wasn't a dream it was a nightmare. 
"Wha-What happened. What time is it? I asked.
"Well after you locked yourself in, we had to kick open the door. It's 3 am." Kicked it open? Haven't they ever heard of picking a lock? I can't believe I slept that long. I nodded. 
"Wait isn't this your room? I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll just sleep on the flo-"
"No, it's fine. I want you to stay here. Shh. Just go to back to sleep." I was too tired to argue. Hopefully I wouldn't have the same nightmare. 


I woke up to the aroma of food going through my nostrils. It made me sick. How can people like that smell? It made me gag. I got out of bed, not bothering to change. I still had my clothes from yesterday which is my pajamas, I would take a shower later. 
I couldn't stop thinking about my nightmare last night. It honestly felt so real. That was no picnic in the park. I walked into the kitchen to find Harry whistling while cooking. I cleared my throat. He looked back, when he saw me he grinned. 
"You're up!" He said cheerfully.
"Yeah..." I mumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking breakfast." He said in a duh voice. "Care for some." My stomach grumbled a little. 
"No." He frowned.
"You have to eat something. You haven't eaten since well..."
"Since what Harry? When you kidnapped me?" I was trying to make him guilty. Truth is I haven't eaten even before that, other than the Starbucks I got that morning, but that was not exactly food. I Was hungry, but its not like I'm going to actually put food in me. That thought made me shudder. He frowned even more.
"I'm sorry about that, but you have to understand." I ignored him, pushing past him. I opened to fridge and grabbed a bottled water. Even this made me sick,  I only took a sip. "You have to eat. You're thinner than a stick!" Great. Its exactly what I want. 
"I'm not hungry." My stomach grumbled louder, Harry heard that one. He raised an eyebrow at me. 
"You sure? That's not the case from what I hear." 
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not hungry. Now get out of my way." I said trying to push past him. He wouldn't let me.  "Harry move." 
"Eat something. You need to." He grabbed a piece of bacon, and put it in front of my face."  It's for your own good. " The bacon was just centimeters away from my mouth. I was so tempted to put it on my mouth, but it was so greasy and full of calories, yet so delicious. I couldn't I know I couldn't.
"Harry stop. I'm not hungry." He grabbed me by my waste pulling me closer to him. My breathing quickened. My heart was beating 100 times a minute- from what I felt. There was this weird sensation in the pit of my stomach. "Harry." I managed to choke out. We were staring into each other's eyes. He had dropped the bacon. 
"Yes?" He looked at my lips then to my eyes back again. Was he going to kiss me? No he wouldn't want an ugly whore like me. Did he know what he was doing to me? My knees were getting wobbly. I looked at his lips too. He chuckled softly, knowing I wanted to taste his lips. He was leaning closer. I found myself doing the same thing. 

"Good morning everybody!" Someone shouted, making both Harry and I jump back, though I fell on my bum. It made a thump sound. "Oh did we interrupt anything?" Louis smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"Actually ye-"
"Nope. Nothing at all." I cut Harry off. He looked at me shocked, as if I didn't know what was about to happen. I knew exactly what was going to happen. "I'm gonna go." I ran back to my-Harry's room, and into the bathroom locking it. Was that really going to happen? 'Coarse it wasn't stupid! I didn't even like him. Or do I? I decided to shake it off.
I turned on the water.

His eyes.

Oh god...I'm still thinking about it. I was in the middle of washing my hair.

His lips. 

I groaned. I had to stop thinking about this. ~ I was finished showering, and brushing my hair.

His luscious curls. 

Stop it Bri! I got out of the shower all fresh and clean. I'm so glad, my head was itching like crazy, and my hair was greasy. Talk about a major turnoff, and just plain disgusting. I started singing a tune, then I realized it was one of their songs. I knew this was going to happen, I just thought it'd happen earlier.
"So you do like our music!" I jumped.I turned around to see an overly happy Harry. I rolled my eyes. 
"No, but you guys did make me hear your music non-stop! What's you think was going to happen?"
"Sure. Well anyways we're going out." I was about to ask him something when he cut me off. "Yes Sam will be there. And it's we're going to lunch..." I groaned. I did not want to go.  He smiled and walked out. 

His body.

Louis, Nicole, Harry, and I were the first ones here. If Louis would have driven we'd be here an hour late! Good thing Harry drove. I wanted the others to get here. Well not exactly the others, just Sam. I don't want to see them, they like committed a crime! I have never spent so much time away from Sam, and certainly not in this situation. I was doing fine until the waitress came. 
"Hello I'm Mattie, I'll be yo-Oh my god! You're Louis Tomlinson!" She exclaimed to Louis, then turned to Harry. "And you! You're the one and only Harry Styles! I love One Direction so much!" She twirled her hair in a flirtatious way at him. He winked at her. Gross. I thought foo made me sick, turns out this makes me even sicker! 
She had a skinny waste, brown hair, blur eyes-obviously contacts. They say don't judge a book by its cover, but trust me if you'd see her, you'd instantly know she's a whore. She wasn't even that pretty. Her face was caked in make-up. Yeah she had decent enough clothes, but that was just her uniform.
"Well thanks love,  and may I say you've got gorgeous eyes." Harry replied. Couldn't he tell they were fucking fake!? My blood was boiling inside. 

This was going to be a long night.

Now I knew, I did like Harry.






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