DNA (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Kat is a normal teenage girl but when Harry, the quiet kid with a mysterious pass comes into her life, everything changes. She slowly falls for Harry but his past comes back to get him. It hurts him and also everyone he's ever loved, including Kat. While there love grows, so does the challenge of whether Harry stays with her, or leaves forever. Will Kat be strong enough to keep their love strong, or will she give in, letting him go?

"I knew what i was getting myself into, I knew he was dangerous, but something about him made me fall, and I was falling hard."
-Kat

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11. Everything??

*Harry's POV*

"Everything." I said quickly after she asked.

I could tell she was nervous. I was nervous. After all, if I did this, she would be in danger, just like me. But she needed to know and I needed to talk to someone about it. It would be better if she found out from me and not them. They would come and take her from me. They'd brainwash her and I couldn't let them. I have to tell her the truth.

"My dad, didn't die from a heart attack. A group called  The Division killed him. He knew about them and no one is supposed to know. Right after I witnessed it, I killed one of them, only in self defense. I freaked out and I ran, I came to the US with my mom. When I told her what happened, she went crazy. Look Kat, I want you to live here with me, I need you to be safe. I need to be reassured that you're safe. I don't want them to hurt you. So far, I haven't seen them around. I haven't seen any clues and I just don't want to take any risks."

SHe was just sitting there, her face as if she's seen a ghost. I was scared of losing her. It would either be because of me, or because of them. 

"Kat? Say something. Please?" I was worried. Maybe this was all going too fast.

"I can't. I mean I can't live here yet. I have to process all this. Can I go home for a while. Please Harry?" Her eyes had concern behind them and I knew what this meant. I was scaring her away.

I shook my head, a lump forming in my throat as I watched her pull on her coat and grab her purse. She walked out without even saying goodbye. What the fuck did I just do? Why do I was fuck everything up? I laid down on the couch and continued to watch the movie that was playing. As the movie came to an end I slowly drifted to sleep.

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I was standing with Kat in front of her door. We were holding hands and it looked as if we were just getting back from a date. She was wearing a high/low cut dress. Beige top and black skirt. She wore flats leaving her shorter than me. I loved that about her. Her long, brown, wavy hair was pulled up into a bun, irritating me. I loved her hair down.

"You know, there is something that you could do to make you look even more like an angel."

"What's that?" She asked me with a smile plastered on her face.

I reached up to her bun and one by one I pulled out the bobby pins. There must have been like 50 of them scattered around there. When I pulled out the last one here hair fell, resting on her shoulders. I was mesmerized.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She began to blush.

"You..look....beautiful." I said slowly. 

She smiled and looked down at the ground. I grabbed her chin carefully and brought her eyes to meet mine. Then I leaned in to kiss her when I heard three loud thumps.

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I woke up, startled by the knocking on the door. I gazed around the room looking for the clock. 3am. Who the hell would be here at 3 in the fucking morning? Another three knocks, louder. I got up, pissed and furiously opened the door when I saw her standing there. Kat was standing there shaking. Her left cheek was red and she had a black eye. She carried two book bags and was barefoot. She was crying, uncontrollably. I pulled her inside, closed the door and just hugged her. 

"Harry, he did this. Her dad."

Her dad? I thought. I remembered what she told me about where she lived and how everything was there. And then it hit me what she meant.

Her friend's dad.

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