Abused...( A Harry Styles Fanfiction) ©

I never really understood what i did wrong, what i did to deserve a life like this...
I feel like cutting it loose sometimes, but that's what others do, and i'm not like others. I have hope. My life may be terrible right now, but things change; some for the best and others...not so much...My life is weird, but it's mine and no-one can snatch that away from me...

If you enjoy stories with suspense, unexpected plot twists, drama, love and realism...then you've picked the right story! cx


10. Chapter 8

I sat there in my room just looking through some old stuff that i owned that wasn’t damaged, you know...stuff like pictures and little bits and bobs that i had when i was younger, some bits of jewellery and maybe a couple of books.

The sun was shining through the window opposite me, weird for winter, especially winter here in England. Normally its dull, dark and wet outside, rather melancholy I’d say. Guess it’s a one off thing then. I carried on looking through some of the things i had lying around on the floor, ignoring all the pictures that i had with my dad and mum. I’m not going done that emotional route of looking at old pictures; remembering what ‘great times’ we had and then looking back to the present day then crying about it. It’s...just not me. I mean it just seems weak and makes me feel like I’m giving up on life and all that. So, no. I am just going to ignore those pictures and move on.

My hand glided on top of all the things scattered in front of me, looking for some other things that i could just have a quick look at; but something caught my eye. It was a bracelet.

It sat there on top of a picture that i couldn’t quite see properly because of where i was sitting, shining because of the light, away from all the other things i had spread out. Still and alone.

I remember i used to wear it all the time. She gave it to me. Lyric. My best friend. By her name you might mistake her to be someone who has a passion for music. That theory would be completely wrong. As she cannot sing, not for the life of her. She doesn’t really like singing and never enjoyed playing instruments very much. She would moan every time we had a music lesson. She’s the kind of person that likes to listen to music but doesn’t like...creating it. I got the bracelet when i was 17, ya know, before my dad leaving and my mother...changed. Before my life messed up in short terms.

We only knew how to play the guitar because both our parents made us take lessons. You see, our parents were good friends; we were those typical families that meet each other often and hang around like we had no work in the world to do.

That all soon changed, when my parents started to drift apart and fight and that kind of stuff, i told Lyric everything. She told me to stay strong and said it would all soon get better, she said she would stay with me as a source of energy...for me. That was when she gave me the bracelet as a way of telling me that she will always be with me and i would always be with her. We both had the bracelet, matching bracelets. Another typical thing.

Obviously, things didn’t get better. My parents got divorced, my dad left to God knows where. My mother threw her anger out on me, i lost contact with Lyric and it all ended. Slowly drifted apart. All i know is that she moved countries and i don’t even know which country she moved too! And it has officially been two years since we last saw each other face to face.

I grabbed the bracelet and put it around my wrist and lifted up the picture that was once lying underneath it. It was an old picture of Lyric and i, when we around say 15 years old.

It was a picture taken during autumn; i think Lyrics’ mum took that picture. We were just messing around and being silly. Making memories...

I put the picture in my back pocket of the jeans i was wearing, to keep it safe. Can’t exactly trust it to be kept somewhere else anymore.

I cleared up the mess on the floor and shoved it all into a small box i kept under my bed and then got up. I made my way down to just move around a bit; i haven’t been out since i got kidnapped, which was almost a week ago and its been 3 days now since mother left to do some ‘work’.

I haven’t seen Harry today, nor did i see him yesterday, guess he’s busy. So i decided to step out, out of the house, for a bit of fresh air. It can’t cause any harm, can it? I mean, mother’s not here and Harry isn’t here and it’s just me.

So that’s what i did, i stepped out of the house and went for a walk. Little did i know that this ‘stepping out of the house’ adventure was soon going to end, and not in a good way either...


I've added two pictures in there just so you can visualise it better

Thanks for reading, hope you continue cx

(sorry for any mistakes in advance)

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