Escape Harry Styles AU

"Nobody can stop us, we've got our backs against the ocean and it's just us against the world."

Devil, Angel and Cupid.

2 completely different people from 2 different worlds will eventually meet.

Harry and Violet are complete opposites, but they have one thing in common, which is struggling. They both struggle to survive on a daily basis.

When they both meet, they quickly became friends. But where is the fun in the relationship without cupid? When cupid decides to join in the relationship, he twists it around into a game; a game of love and escape.

"I dream of escape but never try."


9. Chapter 8.

Chapter 8.


I sat right up but regretting it because my back and stomach hurts so bad from the beating Chase gave me.


“Harry?” I whispered-shouted.


He chuckled and stepped out of the bathroom.


“What the hell are you doing in here?”


“Am I not allowed in my friend’s bedroom?”


“Okay, first of all I’m not your friend, and second of all, get out!”


“Nope.” He smiled innocently. Urgh this boy is getting on my nerves.


“How did you even get in here?”


“Your window is broken, remember?”


“Oh right.”


“But I did tell some people to fix it.” Harry smirked.


Oh gosh, he let strangers into my house without me knowing? I want to grab his head and split it into two.


“What? You let strangers into my house?”


“Relax. They didn’t do anything. It’s not like they destroyed anything.” Harry rolled his eyes.


I looked at the window and it looks perfectly normal and brand new. But…


“Hey, where’s the lock?” I furrowed my eyebrows.


“Oh yeah, I told them to put the lock outside the window.”


“What do you mean you told them to put the lock outside the window?” I screamed at him. I was getting so frustrated at him.


“You know, we’ve got to clean your bruises before they get infected or anything.” He chuckled.


“No. Answer me first.” I said sternly.


Harry rolled his eyes and walked towards me. I was about to lift my arms in defense, prepared for his hit or whatever he was about to do, but instead, I felt him carrying me bridal style.


“Uh, what are you doing?”


He ignored my question and proceeded to walk to the bathroom. He set me down on the marble sink table.


“Where’s your aid kit?”


“Uh, in the cupboard below the sink table.”


He nodded and squatted, opened the cupboard and got the aid kit out.


“Okay. I’m going to clean your bruises first.”


I kept quiet and just stared at his actions. He took out a rag, put some water on it and pressed it against my bruises on my cheeks to clean the dirt.


“Okay, this might sting a little so, uh yeah.” Harry said while his eyes met mine.


I nodded slowly and bit my lip. Harry then put some antibiotic ointment on the rag and pressed it against my cheeks again. The second the rag made contact with my cheek, I flinched because it stung like hell.


After 30 minutes has passed, Harry has cleaned all my bruises on my face, arms and legs.


“Thanks.” I smiled at him.


“Yeah, no problem.” He smiled back.


Harry helped me down the table sink and we both walked out of the bathroom.


“Oh wait, does your stomach still hurt?”


“Yeah um, a bit. I guess.”


“Okay, where do you put your ice?”


“Uh, downstairs in the kitchen.”


“Okay, I’ll get it. Your parents aren’t home right?”




Harry nodded and went out of the door.


While waiting, I plopped down the bed. Why am I trusting Harry so much? Maybe because I’ve never had anyone in my life like him. But what if he just wants to kill me in the end? What if he’s going to kidnap me? He was so aggressive yesterday, why is he so kind today? But the most important question that needs to be answered is; why do I trust him so much even if I don’t know him at all. I mean, I just met him yesterday, well not exactly “meet” but, I’ll just put it that way.


“Okay, I’m back.”


I sat up straight but regretting it again because I felt a sharp jab on my stomach.


“Lay down.” Harry instructed.


I didn’t argue with him and did what he said. I lay down slowly and looked back at Harry.


“Okay here, put this on top of your stomach.”


I took the ice pack from him and placed it on my stomach.


“It’s cold.” I frowned.


“It’s ice.” He laughed.


“I know.” I rolled my eyes at him.


Awkward silence surrounded us and I didn’t know what to say to him. Hello, socially awkward girl here. Harry crawled on my bed and sat beside me, I sighed and tried sitting up while leaning on my headboard.


“Who was that guy beating you up?”


I sighed and decided to just to be completely honest with him.


“His name is Chase.”


“Why was he beating you up?”


“He always does. Chase has always been my bully; he started bullying me back in the 9th grade. He asked me to be his girlfriend, but I refused because I didn’t like him. And he started bullying me the day after.”




“Did you tell the teachers?


“I did, Chase did get detention and things like that, but then the next day, the bullying got worst.” I frowned.


“What about your parents?”


“They don’t care about me. They never do.”


Tears started forming in my eyes and I’m trying my best to not let any of it escape my eyes.


“What about your friends? Close friends?”


“I don’t have any.” I whispered.


Harry was about to say something but his phone rang interrupting what he was about to say.






“Right now?”


“I can’t.”


“Why do I have to?”


Harry’s face turned serious and he got off the bed.


“Fine. Be there in 10.”


Harry hung up and faced me.


“Sorry, but I- uh have to go.”


“Oh. Okay.”


I smiled at him, but he didn’t return the smile back. He opened my window and left.


I sighed and walked into my bathroom to change into my pajama shorts and sweater.


When I’m done brushing my teeth, washing my face, taking a shower and changing my clothes, I plopped back down on my bed.


I wonder why Harry left, and who was on the phone? Did he care when I told him all those things just now? Oh heck, I don’t even think he cares, he’s just like other people, they ignore my existence.


I sighed and closed my eyes.

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