Broken Angel

“She can paint a pretty picture, but this story has a twist. Her bush is her razor and her canvas is her wrist” – unknown

They say once something is broken, it will never really be whole again. The pieces can be glued back together, but the cracks still show. No matter how much time, effort, love and affection go into the repair, it will never be the same as it once was.

“Broken Angel” follows the life of a girl from the busy streets of London. She has been through her whole life bullied and pushed into the darkness, no one has noticed how broken and close to the edge she is. She teeters on the tips of her toes on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall to the end of her life. However, when a boy from Holmes Chapel falls into her life- literally-, will she turn and run or allow him to help her heal?

“Ballet first, School second, then that garbage you call a boyfriend will come last… Amelia, I know what’s best for you”

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4. Chapter Four

I had stupidly agreed to cover as a waitress for a girl I knew at my dance studio back in London. There was a wedding today in a secret part of town, apparently very secret because the address wasn’t given out to any worker until this morning. The venue was tucked away in an old stone bricked manor with vines creeping up the sides. I had found it quite hard to find due to all the trees surrounding it.

 

But I arrived nonetheless and was now working through the small group of people, offering the guests drinks and serving their food.

 

“Good afternoon ma’am, would you like another glass of wine?” I ask politely, standing behind an elderly lady who was sitting at her seat and eating away at her main. As she shook her head and replied with a ‘no thanks, lovey. I’m quite alright’ I nodded my head and moved to the gentleman who seemed to be the same age. Repeating the question, he kindly declined.

 

After my tray had been robbed of all drinks, I headed back through the doors and into the kitchen. It. Was. Loud. The chefs were laughing like crazy and waiters who weren’t currently doing anything had their heads thrown back in laughter as well.

 

“And then! He came at me because his girlfriend dumped him under some impression that we were getting married.” The whole kitchen erupted in laughter once again. The familiar voice, whom I was searching for, finished the story. The chefs later going back to preparing the food and stirring the soups. “But I guess that’s what fame does to yah. Never get a break from all the hormone-“

 

I stepped around the corner and there sat, a grinning harry fucking styles sitting on the work top. He paused from his sentence as he saw me. “A bit sexist don’t you think?” I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest.

 

“Well hello!” he grins swinging his legs back and forth. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

 

 

“Likewise” I move past him, placing the used tray onto the bench top and carefully picking up another. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my cheek. “It’s not kind to stare”

 

He chuckles before jumping off of the bench and standing next to me. “I couldn’t help it, you’re so beautiful” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and look at him impatiently. He’s just like the magazines say he is. A smooth talking jerk. “So have you thought about that date?”

 

“Yes and the answer still stands at no.” I smile to myself as I pick up a second tray. “Shouldn’t you be out there with the rest of the guests?”

 

“My mum actually sent me in here. Said the staff could use some of my idiocy” he smiled proudly.

 

“Got that right” I mutter. “So wait? Who’s your mum?”

 

“The bride” he smiles.

 

“Anne?” he nods. That was all the confirmation I needed. I laughed and nodded. “You made her hire me, so you could pull some more of your moves on me”

 

“Actually no” he shakes his head. “This was all her, her wedding, her staff. I get no say”

 

“Mmmhmmm k” do you honestly think I believe that bullshit? “Well! Better get back out there.” I say a quick bye to him and hurry away.

 

“Oh and harry!” I turn back around briefly. “Boasting about your fame isn’t attractive” I smile to myself, turning away and biting my lip.

 

Coincidence, bumping into harry at the hospital. Coincidence, seeing him at the café. Coincidence, working his mother’s wedding… I’m beginning to think this isn’t a coincidence anymore, im putting it more down to stalking on his part.

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