Torn apart

One Direction exicts for almost three years now, but suddently Harry desides he needs to leave. Everyone thinks he just wanted a solo career, and that is what happened, but not what Harry wanted. He gets caught into something and tries to get out, but he can't if he doesn't want his friends to get hurt. Will things ever by the same again, or will Harry just stay like this and take no risks.

in the beginning you propably will think what is going on? but it will all become clear

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5. where I am

Harry's p.o.v.

I walked to my ensuit bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. God did I look awful, dark cirkles under my eyes, I lost a lot of weight, and when I looked at my body it was filled with purple bruises. It was awful. I wanted to cry, cry because I was helpless. But that would be useless. Like always I took a hot shower and put on some cream to cover my face and picked some clothes. Slowly my hair was growing back, but it was still very short, my curls were gone, they would grow back, they would grow back someday. Where would the boys be right now? Not singing that's for sure, the media is filled with the fact One Direction came to his end. It's my fault. 'Harry come down!' Peter yelled from down the stairs. 'You need something to do.' He said as I walked down the stairs. 'Like what?' 'Go to this address, and sing your new song there.' 'Why there?' ''Cuz the girls there are going to pay you a lot for the extra's pleasures if you know what I mean.' 'I sighed and took the peace of paper. 'See you later.' I said as I left.

 

It was a cold winterday and there was no car or bike for me, needed to go on footh. Ofcourse I wasn't going to give the girls their extra 'pleasure', I'm not a whore, it is one of the few things I can decide on my own now. No mather what happens I will never change, never, I'm a proper man. I walked into a place I didn't know, here there must live a lot of rich people. All I had was some old clothes, are they going to let me in like this? The door inmidiatly opened as they saw me coming. 'Harold, come in, we were waiting for you.' An old man said as he leeded we to the massive backyard. At least it wasn't a marginal pub in a dirty alley. But soon my hopes disapeared, the yard was filled with alf naked women. 'Go sing.' The man commanded. So I took place and sang a few songs, the women looked at me in perverted ways. After singing they al came to me and handed me money, the most of them asked me to follow them to the bedroom. 'No way.' I responded. 'I thought you where a womanizer.' One of the women said. I gave her an angry look. I wanted to walk out but the old man stopped me. 'I don't think you want me to tell Peter you are rebbeling, don't you?' I ran out, ran away, no way I was going to stay here, I rather get beaten by Peter than do stop bieng a proper man. 

 

When I was lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling I heard Peter stomping in and yelling my name. There we go I thought.' He was angry as hell and with a leather belt he ran into my room. Automaticly I crawled into a bal, trying to protect myself. He started hitting me on schouder, then my back. I yelled but he didn't stop. He kept hitting me, harder and harder. When I thought he was done I took a peek and he took advantage of that and smached my face with it, hard. When He thought he punished me enough he walked to the door and left me, broken and torn apart. I crawled in a ball and cried my eyes out. My whole body was numb but soon it started to burn. Crying I walked to the bathroom to look at myself. There was a big red print on my face. This needs to end, this defently needs to end because I didn't know how long I could take this any longer. I tried to sleep but my mind was to busy. Eventually I stood up and on my tones sneaked into Peter's bedroom. He was sleeping and he won't wake up very quick because he drank himself lazurus again. I grabbed my phone and then sneaked into my own room again. Because of the adrenaline I forgot about the pain. Now I sat there on my bed with my phone. I was relieved I bought another phone, with this phone I could try to guess the passwords endless times, this was how I was going to spend the night, trying, but if it fails, it is going to end all wrond. Just four numbers, I can do this. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down as much numbercombinations as I could, , each time it didn't work I put a cross on it. I was getting tired but I kept going, hours and hours untill finally, it worked out. I let a a sigh of relief. What should I do, call? What if Peter hears me? No I should text them. But then I realised I didn't have much call credtit left, only enough for one text, so I better aim it to Liam. I gave him the address and a description of the man who captures me. I told him to come quick. As soon as the message was send I deleted it from the phone and locked it again. What now? I told him not to tell anyone, telling him  was was dangerous already. 

 

When I thought it was save I put the phone back in Peter's room, please don't let him notice, I thought by myself. Then I walked back to my room. Will he be able to save me, and save the boys. What if I ruinid it and it is going to end bad? No I needed to do something. I'm going to get out of this and quick.

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