Used and Abused

Alyssa has an abusive boyfriend. She runs away, finding herself among the streets of London. She runs into Harry Styles. He sees that she seems lost and afraid, so he invites her to his home. Eventually, her feelings for him grow stronger but she is unable to put all her trust in him, thinking that he'll be like the first. Before things get any more serious, she leaves without saying a word. Months later, she finds herself going back to London to start fresh and once again encounters her abusive ex-boyfriend who claims that he's changed his ways. When she doesn't believe him, he continuously beats her until she wakes up in a hospital. Harry is by her side when she finally tells him how she feels.

A story of hope and love.


1. A New Beginning

This had to be a dream. One nightmare. I looked behind me as I continued running. I had been running for miles and my legs were tired, but I kept going. This wasn't a nightmare. This was reality. Once I knew I was far enough, I slowed down to a stop. My breathing became staggered and my sides hurt as I sat down on the sidewalk.

I was tired of running, but it was the only way I could get away from my old life. My parents had died in a car accident a few years ago and I've been living with my boyfriend, Chris. He and I have been dating for five years. We've been dating since 8th grade. My parents died when I was fifteen and I didn't have very many friends, so Chris was all that I had.

When I was eighteen, Chris told me to never speak of the things that he did to me. There were a lot of things. The ones I thought of led me straight to tears as I sat on that sidewalk. I was nineteen and alone. I was hurt all over, not from running but from the pain. I stood up after catching my breath and began walking down the street.

I had no idea where I was. I was completely lost. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I doubled over in pain--twice. But I managed to keep going. I found myself in the busy streets of London. I was thankful for it being dark outside. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, but I didn't know a lot of people here so it didn't really matter. Chris never let me go anywhere.

There was a bench next to a lamp post and I sat down, rubbing my arms. It was chilly outside. I didn't have anytime to pack clothes because I wanted to get out of Chris' house. I heard a shuffling of feet and I quickly panicked, thinking that it was him.

The person came into view under the light. He had curly brown hair and his hands were in his pockets. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself, it's not safe out here." he said. I continued to look at him. His voice sounded inviting. It was warm, not harsh. I sneezed and rubbed my arms. I hadn't realized that I had brought my knees to my chest for warmth.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked.

I shook my head. I didn't know what to say to him. He took off his coat and placed it around my shoulders as I slipped my arms through the sleeves. He held out his hand in a gesturing motion. At first, I was reluctant to but I took it as he helped me to my feet. This was the first time I've been around someone who I felt safe with.

"You can come stay with me at my house until everything gets straightened out." he smiled. I nodded as we walked down the street. Truth is, nothing will ever be straightened out between me and my past. I just know that he will always find me and he will never give up.


We arrived at his house. It was a large house, unlike the ones I've seen. We entered the house and he closed the door behind us. "Do you want anything to drink? I can make you some tea. I'm Harry by the way." he said. I simply nodded and he quickly headed towards the kitchen. I literally didn't know what else to do. I just stood there and heard the door open once more.

I jumped a little. "Oh, I didn't mean to scare you. It was unintentional." It was a woman. I didn't know what to say to her. Harry walked out with two mugs in his hand, giving one to me. "I hope my mum didn't scare you." Harry smiled. I tried to smile, but it had been a while since the last time I did.

"I just startled her a bit that's all. I'm Anne." She held out her hand towards me as I looked at it. I reluctantly held out my hand to shake her hand. "Alyssa." I said and Anne smiled. Her hand was just as soft as Harry's. It was warm, motherly. Harry cleared his throat. "I'll be in my room in anyone needs me." Anne left us alone in the room and we waited until we heard the door close.

"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping." he said, leading the way to the stairs. We make it to the top of the staircase and down a hallway to one of the rooms. "If you need me, I'll be right down the hall and the bathroom is right through the door." He showed me where his room and bathroom were located. I gave him a nod before watching him walk down the hallway to his room.

I waited until his door was closed and entered the room I would be sleeping in. On the bed lay neatly folded clothes. I closed the door behind me and set the mug down on the night stand. I took the clothes and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

As I put on the clothes, I winced at the pain. I walked out of the bathroom, folded my clothes and put the on the chest at the end of the bed. I got in bed and fell asleep. I had always been afraid to sleep since I hadn't gotten any during the last week. I was afraid that Chris would find me. I was afraid he'd come through the window and kidnap me from Harry's house. I was afraid he'd carry me over his shoulder and put me in a car, then drive me back far away from civilization.

I was afraid my dreams would turn into nightmares.

For the first time in a long time, I did sleep. I did dream. I dreamt about a new beginning; that I was going to like it here in London; that I was going to start over with a new slate; and I was going to make new friends, meet people like Harry. Those were the only things I had wished and hoped for since my parents died.

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