I will love you beyond my last breath(A Harry Styles fanfic)

Antonia is known as a girl who never has to worry, someone who has everything and could never want for nothing more. Her life is sent into independance until she meets a few people that could easily change her views on what a life should be like. When she is chucked to a city she once loved she is in for a big rollercoaster of love,heartbreak and Harry. But shes not going down without a fight.

This story will contain mature content.

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13. deep down

ANTONIAS P.O.V

The banging on the door was getting louder, maybe it could be the boys? But why would they be banging the door down like that? i turnt to Harry who looked as muddled as me and i shrugged, heading over to the door. I looked through the peephole and noticed it to be a girl, i pointed for Harry to check and when he turnt around he whispered to me,

"Hide me" I gave him a lopsided look and then i heard the girl shout,

"I KNOW YOUR IN THERE HARRY, THE BOYS SAID YOU WENT OUT BUT YOUR IN THERE!" Oh shit,it was Ashley, i pushed Harry into my bedroom and made him hide under my chaise lounge chair, the exact replaca of my one back in Paris. He watched me as i put my finger to my lip and made my way out to the front door. I opened it to find a Blonde hair girl, her faced piled with make-up and her boobs bursting out of her top, she stared at me angrily before shoving past me and walking around my living room,

"Where the fuck is he?" She shouted in her whiny voice,

"What do you mean? Do you mind telling me why you welcomed yourself into my home?"

"Oh like you don't know you slut! I know who you are,your that stupid heiress bitch who think she can go around stealing peoples blokes!" She snapped, i frowned,

"Stealing blokes? your way off the mark babe" I stated bluntly,

"Yes maybe i am! Which man would be interested in a sixteen year old that looks like a prostitute and is dumb as a brick?" she snarled, i tried to supress my giggle,

"Yes who would? but love! your actually talking about yourself, i have no make-up on, as for you, you look liked you was gang raped by crayola" i had to laugh, with a smug grin spreading across my naturally red lips,

"YOU WHAT! YOU FUCKING BITCH" She grabbed me by my long hair and slammed me to the wall,

"You heard me" She slapped me across the face, it stung a little but nothing bad,

"You just have to steal my limelight, i bet the boys aren't even interested in you, they just felt sorry" I giggled at her statement, which made her teeth grit together, before she had a chance to slap me a arm stopped her, i looked behind her to see the boys stood there,

"Ashley leave her the hell alone!" Liam pulled her away as Louis examined my face for any injury, Liam and Zayn pushed her out of my door, i could hear her swearing and screeching, i heard a giggle coming from my room which made me laugh as well. Louis face turnt into a grin from the previous angry face and we walked into my bedroom to find Harry struggling to get out from under the chair,

"Stuck there haz?" Lou said whilst plonking himself down on the seat, he looked around my room before turning back to me,

"Nice room!"

 

HARRYS P.O.V

 

After they finally got me out they decided that they would go back next door and i would follow after to make it look like i had really been out, they shut the door and i waited a while, i looked around her bedroom, taking in everything, my eyes scanned to a book that lay on her bedside cabinet. I opened the book to find it was a journal, i flicked through the pages, eying at what she had wrote, most of it was about life in France but some of it took me by suprise, the stuff she had wrote was pretty deep, deeper then i thought she could be, i read

September 15th 2012-

You ever feel like your in a dream?  A bad dream? A nightmare? But you can't wake up?, well thats my current situation, my life seems perfect from the outside, but inside,my head is bursting with horrid thoughts. Thoughts of ending my life, thoughts of leaving behind everything and letting myself slip into a deep sleep that you will never come out of. Last night was my 3rd attempt to end it all, the first two times nearly suceeding, but Florence got me to hospital just in time, but last night as i lay on my bathroom floor, letting the pills i just took slip down my throat i realised, i realised that the harm i would be doing to not only Florence, but my dad. He had already lost my mum, i sometimes think he doesn't love me, that i can't stand the sight of me, but i think maybe its because i remind him so much of my mum that he can't stand to cry in front of me. I let myself bring up the pills, even if i did want to kill myself, he wouldn't be fair on him or any other loved one.

 

I sat there, tears forming to puddles in my eyes. She was actually broken, she put on a front of happiness and smiles, but deep deep down she didn't want to walk this earth. I readjusted myself and put the Journal back on her cabinet, i straightned myself up and walked out of her flat, shutting the door behind me.

 

 

 

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