Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.


7. My Bloodied Shirt

Cricket's POV

Louis left me on the floor. I tried to keep my balance but his rough touch was too much and I faltered to the floor, beaten. When I first fell, I was expecting him to just give up on the person that lay there helpless, but he didn't. He pulled me by my hair, making me face him as he slapped me hard. Cursing in a mild tone, over how I was going to ruin my life and how I acted like a slut.

I couldn't breathe, more at his words than his actions. I could take the physical harm but not the verbal. Tears threatened at my eyes, as I heard Harry slamming his fists against the locked door. Then there was silence, and I was terrified that Harry had left me. As he ceased hitting the door, Louis slowly stopped hurting me. Eventually he stopped all together and he let me drop to the floor.

I had no strength, so my body went down. I lay motionless as I heard what I thought was a sniffle from Louis. His voice was close to my ear as he spoke, obviously crouched down next to me. "I hate having to get the point across to you this way. I don't enjoy it." Was he crying? "You need to open your eyes Cricket and understand that sleeping around is going to get you no where."

I watched as his shadow stood straight and then I heard the lock of the door releasing. The door creaked as it opened. I was still immobile, worthless.

"How could you fucking do this?" It was Harry's voice. He never left. "I thought you were someone different, Louis. I thought you were the one to never hurt someone." I heard someone getting pushed against a wall, obviously Harry pinning Louis. "I was most certainly wrong."

"You are the last person to talk about hurting people, Harry," my step-brother spoke with poison. Was this entire beating somehow involved in a type of revenge? I felt disgusted.

I started to cough, the blood in my mouth staining my arm. There was silence until I felt someone rush to my side. Harry placed his arm around me and helped me sit up, blood soaking his hands as he cleared the red smears from my face.

"It's okay," he muttered. He pushed my hair back from my face and I watched his with hooded eyes. "Damn," he said before he turned around his one hand still placed on my arm, giving me support. He reached for his tee shirt that still lay at the floor of my bed.

He brought a corner of the cotton to my split lip and I hissed at the pain. I could feel another cough rise in my throat and I pulled Harry's shirt to my mouth as I coughed into it, the taste of blood running past my teeth. Harry's hand moved from my arm to my back. 

"You're okay," he whispered as my coughing started to cease. "You're safe."

His words made tears well in my eyes. Wasn't I supposed to be safe in my own house? Wasn't I supposed to be safe with my step-brother? 

"No," I muttered around the iron taste still left in my mouth. I looked up into Harry's green eyes. "He thinks I'm some prostitute. I never meant for my attitude to get me this far. Harry, I'm a fucking virgin, and he thinks I sleep around. I'm so stupid."

"Shh," he kissed the corner of my mouth, blood spilling onto his lips. "You're not stupid. You're misunderstood. Just like me." 

He muttered the last three words, and it caused me to look up at him. 

"I'll explain later," he said. "Right now, I need to know you're okay."

"Yea," I let my head fall back against the wall. "Just hurt...everywhere." 

"I'll get you some ice," he spoke softly. "Can we try and get you to your bed?"

I nodded and he placed his arm around his shoulder. I tried to use my feet, make my heels regain my strength but I couldn't. I lost all strength and fell back to the floor. 

"I'm useless," I muttered. 

"Stop, please," he spoke. "Please just don't make yourself feel worse than what you already are. I can't handle it."

I swallowed, blood dripping down my throat. This boy, the man actually cared about me. He didn't want to see myself hurting me being already hurt and tangled. 

"Put your arms around my neck," he spoke into my ear and I did what he said. He placed his one arm around my back and his other arm under my legs. In one swift movement I was up and in his arms as he carried me to my bed.

He placed me down gently and I brought my hands up to my chest as he took my blanket and placed it over my shoulders. I wrapped his bloodied tee shirt around his neck as he bent down and kissed my forehead. I had no idea what I looked like, but I knew it couldn't be good. 

"I'll be back soon," he said reassuringly. 

I nodded. 

"Try and get some sleep," he continued. 

I nodded again before he turned and switched the lamp off next to my bed. He left the door wide open, I knew he wouldn't be able to stand the door closed any more. 

I heard his footsteps going down the wooden steps and then the balcony sliding door opening and closing. Harry was going after Louis and I knew that I caused all this. I was the one who was bringing the pain and torture to the ones I have already loved and the one I was beginning to feel love for. 

Instead of worrying any longer, I listened to Harry's command and shut my eyes to fall asleep. 

Harry's POV

As I went outside I saw Louis sitting on one of the patio chairs. I was disgusted with his calmness. 

"Do you like what you've just done?" I asked him.

Instead of receiving a response I was greeted with complete silence.

"Not talking? Fine, I'll talk," I started. "You know how much that girl in there loves you and yet you beat her? You know how much she is not understood by you and yet you refuse to listen to her? Do you realize that her only escape is to run away in the middle of the night? Well because of you ignoring her cry for help, I listened. I found her when she was drugged, I brought her home, I listened to her. While you, you did nothing."

"I fucking swear to you, Harry, if you speak to me like this you will end up like her." 

I was sweating with anger. "What happened to the Louis I remember? What happened to my best mate who helped me get over the one thing I couldn't resist. You might have helped with the girl, but you never helped with the addiction."

"I tried to help you with the addiction!" He was shouting. "You were the one who got yourself in the biggest fucking hole when you went after Niall's girl. That's not my fucking fault! I've always listened to your problems but you never listened to mine. So how does it feel Harry not to be listened too?"

"Fine, don't fucking listen to me! The one thing I ask is for you to fucking listen to that broken girl. You can hate me for falling in love with her, but you can't take it out on her."

"Don't you dare say you've fallen in love her, Harry. I swear, I will kick you out."

I ignored him and continued, "She's been lying to you the entire time, Louis."

He stopped, swallowed, "What?"

I shook my head, "She doesn't sleep around. She's not some Doncaster slut, that lives in the city. Louis she's a fucking virgin. She's innocent and you've forced yourself to not see that. She's begging for love and you wouldn't give it. So she goes someplace where she can find it. Unfortunately all those places don't even offer it, then when I showed her that I would care. I would make sure she was safe, she entrusted herself with me." 

I took the bloodied shirt from my neck, "Did you realize that your hatred could draw so much blood?"

He took one glance at the shirt and then closed his eyes. I stepped off the patio and turned on the outside facet. The cold water ran over my tee shirt, cleaning it of as much blood as possible. 

Once the shirt was soaked, I turned off the water and twisted the cloth in my hand, "Did you even realize you drew blood?" The red water sprinkled from the shirt. "Did you even realize that you split a lip or damaged a face of a perfectly shaped girl? That girl who happens to be your step-sister?"

"Harry, please stop," he begged. 

"I can't," I began. "You're the one who started this war and you will finish it. You can hate Cricket's and I's relationship as much as you want, but it will never separate us."

"Harry! Harry!" My name was being shouted from across the back yard. I looked at the white gate and saw a person climb over it. Cameras draped over their shoulders. It was a man and they were walking closer.

"Louis, where's your fucking security?"

"I don't need security," he started. "Exceptionally when I tipped them off." 

"What?" I started to back away closer to the house door but Louis beat me to it. 

"While you were nursing that girl you so happen to love, I called the local paparazzi. Isn't that reason you came here in the first place? To regain your popularity?" He stepped inside his house and before he shut the door he spoke with a terrible smile. "Well I think it's time for you to go back to London."

He closed the door and shut the curtains as I was left with the paparazzi. I jumped off the patio and around the front of the house, but when I opened the front gate there with more paps. They were surrounding the cars, trying to climb over the gate. I reached into my back pocket and was thankful when I felt my mobile beneath my fingertips. 

I dialed the local Doncaster taxi service. When I got them on the other line, they argued with me and kept telling me I wasn't Harry Styles. I grew angry and told them that if they showed up at Louis' house in less than ten minutes I would give them five thousand pounds. They didn't think twice then, when they told we they would arrive to pick me up in less than five minutes.

They stuck to their end of the deal and when I heard the horn of the taxi I quickly opened the gate and ran to the car. Cameras flashed furiously and my path was anywhere but cleared. They were all asking me why I was covered in blood, asking if it was my blood. I pulled the back taxi door open and pushed my way inside, slamming the door. The flashes filled the car as they took pictures of me.

This can't be happening. I wanted the popularity, I wanted to be noticed again but not this way. I needed to know Cricket was okay and not just getting another beating by Louis. I needed to get back inside, but I could never. Instead I placed my elbows on my knees and brought my head into my palms. The flashes went crazy as they saw my face drop, my bottom lip falling, my eyes half closed. 

They wanted to know what was going on. They wanted to know everything, but I could and never would provide the answers. 

"Take me to London," I breathed the words. I was going to be hours away from her. I looked back up at the mansion, the closed gate as security quickly arrived. They ushered the paps to leave and instead they all stood around the taxi, allowing us to only go so fast. 

Eventually we got to pick up speed and headed into Doncaster before we took the horrid ride back to London. 


"What are you doing back?" I opened my flat door, which was on the top-most floor and was paid by the man who sat in front of me. "Did you hear me Harry?"

He turned his head on the sofa and looked at me, seeing the blood soaked into my shirt and smeared on my skin.

"What happened in Doncaster," he asked as he sat up. 

I had no luggage, I had nothing, only my mobile and right now I wish I didn't even have that. Instead I walked into the living room, his eyes never leaving the blood. I reached for the remote and turned on the television, flipping to the celebrity channel that always covered stories on the scene. A woman appeared and spoke:

"Harry Styles was supposedly staying with former band mate, Louis Tomlinson for the summer, but things seemed to go wrong today as Styles was seen leaving the Doncaster mansion. Paparazzi flooded the area as Styles tried to escape the gated mansion. In the end he seemed to have got hold of a taxi and after trying multiple times, finally pulled away from the house. In these pictures we can see Harry covered in what seems to be blood, all though Styles didn't look injured were are still unsure of what occurred inside the home of Louis Tomlinson. This is Celebrity Live with all the celebrity news coming to you live--."

I turned off the television before she could continue.

"Alright, now tell me what fucking happened in that house," he said sternly. 

"I've messed up again, Simon," I sat down across from the band's mentor and now the only person that believes I can change. 

"Oh, Harry," he let his head fall back, "just tell me what happened."

"Well Louis is also watching over his step-sister this summer."

"Ugh, if you've got this girl pregnant, I'll strangle you myself. We don't need anymore pregnancy scares."

"I didn't get her pregnant," I said to him. "I was protecting her."

"Protecting her? And how old is this step-sister?"

"Seventeen, but--."

"Seventeen? Harry you're fucking a minor?" 

"What? No! I'm not fucking anyone. Please just listen to me," I took a breath. "The girl, she's broken. She's addicted and finds herself in the most ridiculous scenarios. Last night she went out and it was taking forever for her to come home. Louis fell asleep and I was worried so I went out to look for her. When I finally found her at some bizarre party she was drugged. Simon if I didn't come and get her she would've been date raped."

"Why didn't you tell Louis this?"

"He wouldn't let me, because he found me in her room this morning. We didn't do anything, I slept on her floor. I didn't want her to wake up drugged and having no idea what was going on. I know what it feels like and when it first happened I wanted to kill myself, thinking I had no control of my body. All I ever did was protect her. Louis thinks she's some crazed girl who sleeps around."

"Does she?" His one eyebrow rose, questioning me. 

"No," I muttered. "She's a virgin." 

"Ah and you know this first hand, correct?"

"She told me," I said sternly. "I've never touched her that way." 

"But you want too?"

"Ugh!" I stood up from the couch. "Whose fucking side are you on?!"

He looked up at me, "I'm on no ones side, Harry. I'm just trying to get to the point. You obviously like this girl, because you wouldn't have gone to the extremes to protect her if you didn't like her. So as I'm trying to wrap my head around what is going on, would you please explain to me why you are covered in blood?"

"It's not my blood," I leaned against the wall, my arms crossing.


"No, it's hers," I choked, I still couldn't believe I was wearing her injuries. Her blood staining my clothing as if it was my own.

"Can you please explain how?"

"Louis found us this morning, and wouldn't let me explain. He kicked me out of her room and locked her bedroom door. I slammed my fists into the door, but he wouldn't open it up. So I fell to the floor and sat outside her room for what felt like hours. All I could hear was him hitting her, her cries were small but filled with pain," I let my head fall, my eyes watching my feet. My curls covering my face as I continued, "No girl deserves to get hurt like that. Especially not from a relative. Step-brother or no step-brother, that girl is misunderstood. Unfortunately Louis always sees and doesn't listen."

Simon rose from his seat and I watched his feet walk across the floor, "Where are you going?"

I looked up past my curls as he stopped and turned back to me. "I'm going to Doncaster. That boy needs a talk."

"Simon, don't go. He'll only hurt her more." 

"You know Harry," he started. "I thought you would be the one to hurt the girls, to destroy them. I guess I was wrong. I guess you were misunderstood and I never listened."

"You're listening now," I spoke more quietly.

"I am," he said reassuringly.

"Then take her away from him."

"I can't promise anything, Harry."

"Promise me this one thing," I was looking up fully, right at him. "Bring her to me."

With that Simon turned and left the flat. If he was smart he would take Cricket away from Louis, just so he can calm down. She needs to be with someone who understands her, and unfortunately that person might just as well be me.

I hope you enjoyed! Not one of my favorite chapters, eh..

BUT please comment, like, and favorite!! 

Much love and stay forever strong, Behati xx

ps: Louis going to act like a total ass for a couple of chapters. Sorry if you like Louis, it just adds to the tension.

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