You Promised. A Harry Styles Fanfic

Lily seems like your average 17 year old girl, happy, beautiful, smart, and has many friends. But only one of them knows what is really going on, the abuse. Since her mum died her dad has been hitting her. She hides the scars and bruises well though. One day he goes to far and Lily runs away. She finds a place to stay but will one choice ruin her chances of living a normal life?


1. Goodbye.

Lily's POV

"Bye!" My friend, Noella, said as she kept walking down the road to her house. I was stopped in front of mine, at the end of the driveway, scared to advance any further. I took a step then another and after what seemed like an hour I was at my doorway. I turned the knob and slowly the door opened. I stepped in and quickly took off my shoes and ran to my room. I shut the door and started to do my homework. About two hours later I heard the door open and slam close.

"Lily get your skinny ass down here and go get me a beer!" My dad screamed. I ran out the door and down the stairs. My dad was sitting on the couch watching the football game. I slid on my shoes and ran out the door. Since I'm only 17, my dad had got a fake I.D. made so I can go out and buy him his beer. Did I mention he's and abusive alcoholic? Now I did. I walked for about 10 minutes to a small convenience store. I could easily walk about 2 minutes to the one just down the street but I'm not risking anyone seeing me. I walked into the store and headed to the back where the beer was kept. I reached into the fridge and grabbed a six pack and headed up to the counter.

"£6.77 please."The lady at the register said. I handed her the money and quickly grabbed the bag and ran out the door. When I got home again I went straight to the kitchen and quickly opened a bottle. I went over to my dad and tried to hand it to him, but tripped over the stupid rug. The beer from the bottle spilled all over him and I could see the rage in his eyes.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID NOW YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed as he got up from his spot on the couch.

"COME HERE!" He screamed and I walked over with my head down. I felt a slap across my face and then it burned. Then I felt a kick in my stomach and I heard something snap. I bent over in agony as the beating continued.

"Now go to your room you little whore. I'll get my own fucking beer." He said and pointed up the stairs. I ran into my room and packed some of my clothes and all of my money, £6500, which I had been slowly taking out of my bank account for the past few months for this day to come. I had gotten a lot of money from my mum when she died and had saved it up from birthdays. I rarely spent money on clothes yet when I did I chose cheap yet cute clothes. I threw it all in a big duffle bag and zipped it up. I didn't know where I was going but I really didn't care. I hopped out the window and climbed down the vine that grew up the side of the house. When I reached the bottom I ran as fast as I could and didn't stop for probably 15 kilometres when I felt like I was going to pass out. I stopped and started to walk but it was getting pretty dark. I had nowhere to stay and at least at home I had always had a bed to stay in. Maybe this would be harder then I expected. Since I didn't have many clothes in my bag, I had room to pack a small pillow and blanket. I walked for 5 more minutes when I found a small park with a bench in it. I walked over to the bench and laid down. I noticed across the street a nice house with all the curtains drawn but one light on in a room on the top floor. I nestled into my blanked which barely covered me and fell asleep to the sound of the small chip of the bush crickets in the small trees that scattered the small park.

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