Fighting For You

''I needed her. Desperately. I needed to feel her soft skin against mine, hearing her angelic voice, nuzzling my nose in her hair, feeling her smell. She was like poison to my veins, burning every nerve inside me. She could knock me to the weakest point by only giving me one simple look. I was so madly in love with her it wasn’t even healthy. She was the one I always had in my mind before dazzling of to sleep at night. She was the reason I got F on my assessments. She was dangerous. Dangerous to fall in love with''.
Just so you know: This movella contains Mature Content.


3. 3. Connor




‘’Isn’t it that ol’ fucker who can’t let my sister go?’’ He said, his voice taunting. My breath hitched in my throat at the words. His eyes covered in the darkest colour of brown as they watched me intensely. I felt something running down my spine. Was it fear?

The man who was standing in front of me was Connor, Quinnie’s older brother. He had that kind of popular look with dark brown eyes and light brown hair and smooth tanned skin. He could seem to be rough and tough on the outside but deeply inside I knew he was just a coward as everyone else, except Quinn, in this fucking cruel world. Connor was the type of person who got laid almost every single night and called any girl for slut. Even Quinn, just because she wanted to be with me. He was 19, just as old as me. My jaw clenched as I looked at him, with my eyes locked with his as I could hear the wind whine from the cold winter night. He wasn't a lot bigger than me, maybe only a few inches taller but his eyes made me remember of my dark past and it burned deep holes inside me. And he didn't even fucking knew it. The persons who were standing behind him were quiet. They stared at me and made me feel like I was as small as an ant compared to them. I winced a bit, feeling uncomfortable.

Then I hissed, because there were no chances at all I could avoid the hard fist that was coming towards my face.  I could feel the strength he put into punching me. I stumbled backwards from the force, hitting the ground. I was in shock, because he had never hit me before. I could feel the blood stream down my shattered lips as he looked down at me and said through gritted teeth:

‘’Leave my sister alone. You don’t belong with her.’’ His voice cold as ice, meaning every single word.

‘’Piss off.’’ I growled.

I felt the blood dripping down my chin, leaving red spots on my dark leather jacket and cold asphalt. When I tried to get up, I could feel how the pain shot through my body as someone kicked me hard in my abdomen, making my vision go blurry. I whined at the unbearable pain as I could feel how tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. I wasn’t the person who enjoyed crying, especially not when I had these features hovering above me, so I kept them shut. 

‘’We don’t want all your filthy problems, Styles. Leave us alone.  And, I’m feeling fucking sorry for your mum who needs to take painkillers… because of you. Because of your disgusting existence.’’ I heard him growl with his hot breath in my ear as he punched me once again in the face, making my nose crush.

I bite down my already bloody lip as I heard how they left me on the cold hard ground, hided in the dark shadows. Leaving me as if I was nothing but a piece of dirt.  And I guess that’s what I in particular only was. Something that no one wanted. I couldn’t even defend myself, just letting everyone in this world tramp at me. I thought about Quinn. What would happen now?




I woke up to the sunrays lightning up my room as I slowly opened my eyes. I yawned and stretched, feeling rested. It was 8.40 in the morning. I cuddled up to my pillow just to realize Harry wasn’t there. He had left. I wonder when. Memories from yesterday washed through my mind. Small smile started too creep on my lips as I sighed and sat up. I could still feel how my lips tingled from Harry’s touch. He had come back yesterday though I’d said before he couldn’t because I was so afraid of what my parents or my brother would do to him if they saw him again.  That’s why I also had broken up with him earlier. It had been a painful sight to see how tears had gathered up in his eyes and his lower lip trembling at my words.

Harry never cried, or maybe he did when he was alone. But not in public. He wasn’t that kind of person. Not like me who just let the tears flood. But when he came back to me yesterday and made it clear for me that he was going to fight for our love, no matter if he got shot in the stomach or lost everything else I couldn't refuse him anymore. I was willing to try. No matter if, my parents would kill me or ground me for ages.

It was hurtful that I wasn’t allowed to be with Harry though my brother Connor could be with anyone he wanted. I guess Connor could be gay and it wouldn’t bother my parents a shit.  It was so fucking crazy and unfair.

I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I stripped off and jumped in the shower, letting the water trail down my naked body. I thought about how such a sweet boy as Harry didn’t fit my parents requirements. They hadn’t been so hateful to my earlier boyfriends who in the end had turned out being real douche bags. I mean, just because Harry was inked and liked wearing black shirts and skinny tight jeans didn’t mean he was a villain or a murderer. He had a heart of gold, why couldn’t they see that?

I remember when I invited Harry over for dinner when we were just friends. My parents had acted all stiff and fake smiles were plastered all over their faces. Connor had sent Harry some death glares across the table. It was a horrible sight and I couldn’t understand why they acted like that. Harry though acted as he didn’t notice anything and was very sweet and nice to them. A lot nicer than my earlier boyfriends had been I can tell you. Later that night after Harry had gone home I raged out on my family. Even if I spat out everything I had at them, they stayed calm and my father had said with a sternly voice;

‘’You are not allowed to meet him again.’’

‘’Why?’’ I’d asked.

‘’Because I saw how he looked at you. I know these guys. He’s no good for you.’’

I looked down on my feet, not knowing what to do or say.

‘’You are just gonna end up hurt, honey.’’ My mother had chimed in, her voice a lot softer than my fathers had. The words were spinning around in my head. I shooked my head before looking up at them again.

‘’You gotta be kidding me.’’ I’d said before storming out from the living room and up to my bedroom. I had been sitting up all night and thinking where the fuck this was going to end. What I didn’t knew was that my life was going to be like a roller coaster after that night.  




 I stayed in the shower for a good thirty minutes before finally going out and wrapping a towel around myself. I walked back to my room where I put on my white jumper and a pair of jeans. I combed my unruly, thick blonde hair before tying it up in a simple ponytail, letting small strands from my bangs hang out. I looked in my whole body mirror and crinkled my nose at the sight. I was just so plain simple. I didn't understand how Harry could think that I was special. I had big blue eyes that surrounded by thick black eyelashes and blonde hair that reached my shoulders. My face was heart shaped with sma,ll pink, pouty lips. The rest of my body wasn’t a teenage girls dream at all. I wasn’t anorectic, in fact I was kind of podgy to be honest, that’s what I told myself at least. I didn't have a gap between my legs and my breasts weren't as big as Dolly Partons either.

I sucked in a breath and turned away, not wanting to look at myself for too long because then I would end up crying in bed the whole day. I checked my phone but no one had texted me, not even Harry which made me feel slightly anxious. He used to always text me good morning. What if something bad had happened? What if he was hurt? Then I shook my head, telling myself I was only being over dramatic. He was probably exercising like he always used to do in the early mornings. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen because I was starving by the point now.

It felt slightly awkward with no one than just me being home. My parents were on a weekend vacation to New York just because of Valentine’s Day and would be back later tonight 'cause it was Sunday. In addition, you never knew where Connor could be either. On weekends, especially Friday or Saturday nights, he used to go out clubbing just to bring home some slutty girls to have ‘fun’ with. So it surprised me I had not seen him home this time.

I made myself a sandwich, plopped down on the sofa. The snow fell fromthe sky outside the windows as the snowflakes sparkled in the bright sunlight. It was a beautiful day. I watched some TV as I zapped through the channels but nothing seemed to catch my eye. God, Sundays were just so boring, I thought to myself as I finished my breakfast. When I was done I texted Harry and waited for a reply but nothing happened. I dialled his number and waited for him to answer, but no one picked the phone. I started to get anxious. Why wasn’t he answering me? 



Authors Note: What do you guys think of that I included Quinn's POV? Yay or nay?

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