He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.


25. 24

Al's P.O.V.



My body hit the wall and then the ground. I cried out in pain as a leather belt smacked my body. I covered my face with my hands as tears streamed down my face. 

"Get up!" Harry roared. I couldn't move, it hurt too much. 

"I said GET UP!" Harry grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to my feet. 

Harry looked me dead in the eyes, his being pitch black, couldn't find his pupils. I looked at him, fear in my eyes as tears streamed down my face even more. I closed my eyes, and looked down the floor. Tears fell from my eyes. Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me down out of the room. He brought me down the hall and into his bedroom. He threw me on the bed and began stripping off my clothing. 

"Harry, stop please," I whimpered. 

He ignored me, as usual, and started touching my body. He grabbed the bands of my underwear and yanked them down my legs. 

"Please," I said, my voice barley audible.

"Shut your mouth," he growled. I closed my eyes and tears slipped. I was preparing myself for who knows what.

The thing that surprised me is when I felt no one near me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. Harry wasn't around. What? I sat up and looked all around, double checking. I looked at my clothes that were on the floor. I grabbed them, quickly putting them on. I looked around for my bag. My eyes hit the dark blue bag in a corner.

"Bingo," I whispered.

I ran over and grabbed my bag throwing it over my shoulder. I slowly and quietly opened Harry's bedroom door, trying not to make a sound. I slowly walked down the carpeted steps, hesitating before stepping on the bottom one, knowing how it always creaks. But with my luck it creaked loudly. I saw Harry in the living room. He perked up, looking around, his eyes finally landing on me. His eyes weren't as dark as before, but they were still dark. A dark gray I guess you could say.

He looked at me and my eyes widened. Without thinking, I stepped off the last step and ran out the front door. I heard Harry call my name. I didn't dare look back, but I could easily hear his shoes hitting the pavement. I ran down the quiet street, seeing a dead end. Great. I have to go in the woods. I ran through the woods as fast as I could. I have to lose him.

This seems weird right? Harry is important to me. I love him, but I can't take it anymore. I can't take the abuse. I wish I just listened to Lauren, Emmie and Josie. I should've stayed away. I'm running from the guy that I actually care about, the guy that's changed my life. I mean he means the world to me. Leaving him will leave him broken, I know it. I want to leave him, but then again, I don't. I can leave him, but I can't. I can't find myself to do it. I can't. I can't.

Suddenly, I stop in my tracks. I drop my bag on the ground and slowly turn around, afraid what might come to me. I look up at the figure staring down at me. I expected to see dark-eyed Harry. The Harry that hurts me, and uses me for his own pleasure. I expected him to grab me, and throw a slap across my face. But that's not what I saw, or felt. I saw something completely different.


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