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.


18. Chapter 15.

   -Brianna' s P.O.V.-  

"No. I already had enough!" I told Harry. He was trying to make me eat. I had only eaten a few tiny pieces of bacon and eggs Harry had made me. That was already enough. Do you know how many calories is in all that?

  "You haven't had half of it!" He protested. I shrugged. "It's quite enough for me." I said walking away from him. I looked at the date on my phone, and couldn't believe it.  

Two months.  

Two months away from my old life. They seriously hadn't let neither Sam ,nor I out of their sight. They would take us everywhere they were going-even even to the studio. They would never leave us alone. I'm pretty shocked Sam hasn't tried anything, or that she hasn't gone insane.   

I knew I was. I really couldn't take it. They were making me eat, talk- since I wouldn't come out of my Harry's room. And on top of that, they took away all cutting devices away from my reach. Like I'm not smart enough to think of something. With that said, yes, I do have a razor hidden safely.  

It's small, but it has to do for now. And it's not like I'm not being safe. I am, I'm cutting my thighs, hips, and stomach. No more arms. I should've thought about that sooner...  

They haven't told me why they don't let us go. I can never seem to get it out of Harry. Which makes me feel down. Just a few years ago, I didn't have a reason to have a diary. Harry was my diary and I was his- although not exactly a diary for him, he's a guy and all.  

"Brianna ple- hey why are you crying." I didn't even notice o was, until he came and wrapped me in a hug. "What's wrong?" I shook my head, not wanting for my sobs to come out louder, than they already were.  

I was sure I couldn't speak, anyhow. "Come on." Harry's started dragging me to the door, while I was struggling on letting go.                                   


  "Harry, where are we going?" We had been driving for what seemed like forever, but I'm sure it was only an hour or two. He completely ignored my question and continued driving.   

"I'm jumping out if you don't tell me where we're going." He glanced in my direction. "You wouldn't." I raised an eyebrow at him.  

"Are you sure about that? I'll do it. For all I know, you could be taking me to my death."   

"It's a surprise OK? Just relax." I sighed, doing what he told me. Relaxing.                                  


I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew, Harry was trying to wake me up. "We're here." I looked at my surroundings. There was a big lake a few yards away. The rest was land. Deserted.   

"Do you like it?" Like it? It was beautiful. The way the water glistened from the moonlight. I nodded.

"I love it." He smiled at my reaction. "But, why are here?" He took my hand. I noticed his other hand was occupied with a small bag. When did he get that?  

"I've been meaning to take you here for a while. I came here a lot when- when you disappeared. It helped me think. Get my mind off the fact you were gone. I really couldn't believe it.   

"You were my best friend. And  I lost you. I was depressed for a while" Hearing that made me have two reactions. One being happy.   

Happy that he actually thought of me. I have to admit, I really didn't think of him much during my time away. I wanted to forget it all. The other being, guilt. I hate the fact that it made him like that.  

"Harry?" He made a sound to show he was listening. "I know I've asked this so many times, but, why don't you let me go?" He looked at me.   

"I don't want you to leave me again. I care too much for you. And you haven't even tried to leave." Now that I think of it, I haven't other than that time at the restaurant with Sam.   

"But enough of that. Here." He handed me the small bag he had. I looked inside it, seeing a bathing suit.   

"What's this for?"   

"I'd thought you wouldn't want to swimming in your clothes, so,  while you were asleep I stopped at a small shop and bought it. You didn't have any at home." He shrugged.   

Home. He thought about his flat being my 'home'. The reason I don't have a swimsuit is, because I wouldn't go swimming. Not with my ugly body.  

"No. Harry, I'm not going to swim." I handed the bag back to him.   

"Why not?" I shrugged. I wasn't going to tell him how I feel. He'd just make me think otherwise, when  I know it's not true. Also, the other being all of my cuts on my thighs, stomach, and hip.  

He'd make me give the razor to him. "Oh come on. Please!"  

I shook my head. "I'm not going in the water with that Harry. And nothing you say or do will make me." He groaned.   

"Is it because you're insecure? Brianna, you don't need to." I pretended to ignore him. "Brianna, look at me." He lifted me chin up with his index finger, making me look at him.  

"You don't need to be insecure. You're beautiful. You might not see it, but I do. I see so much more in you, that I wish you would see it. You mean so much to me, than you know."  


And with that, he brought my lips to his.    _____________________________________________________________      




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