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.


29. 28

Al's P.O.V.


I honestly have no idea how I've survived the past week. All I've done is sleep and cry. I occasionally would eat, but not often. Josie tries to get me to eat, but I can't. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm not hungry. 

Lauren told me she would take me out today, just to get my mind off of things. She says I need to move on, and that I made the right choice leaving Harry. She might think that, but I don't know what I think. I have mixed emotions I guess. I feel as if I want slam my head against the wall in anger, I want to scream and cry in pain, and I want to just run around free and happy. 

Emmie says I'm getting more depressed each day though. She says I show no sign of happiness whatsoever. I don't know. I feel depressed, like the bad depressed. I feel like someone took me and threw me at a ceiling fan, and I'm just a worthless piece of shit laying on the floor. I feel unwanted, even though I know that's not true. 

I like to think about what Harry's doing. Or thinking. Or feeling. I picture his face in my head. It calms me down to think about him. His smell, his green eyes, his curls, the way his lips touch mine, his strong arms wrapped around my small body. 

I've lost a lot of weight. Before I broke up with Harry, I weighed about 145. In the past week, I've dropped down to 120. Just because I'm not eating. I just don't feel like eating. I don't drink anything but water either. Emmie wants me to go to a doctor. She says I'm way underweight, and I'm unhealthy. I promised her I would do it, but I keep putting it off by sleeping. I always feel tired and upset. 

Josie is sick and tired of me just sitting in bed without doing anything. She tries to get me motivated and tries to get me in the shower, but I can't do it. I don't have the energy. I mean the other day she yelled at me to just call Harry and ask him back. That's how tired she is of me. She hates Harry, and she's telling me to call him and get him back. 

I'm not gonna do it, though. I bet by now, he's already found another girl. He probably found her, stopped and winked just like he did to me. Then the girl got suspicious, and looked down the dark alley they turned into, right after her friends told her that Harry Styles is abusive. And she didn't even believe them. 

I was such an idiot. 

I was abused for a month and a half, staying with Harry. I might sound crazy, but I don't regret it. Harry ended up being the sweetest guy in the world. As long as his eyes were green, he was perfect. The only problem was when his eyes got dark. That's when he seemed dark. Dangerous. He seemed like a... monster. 

That's all he ever was. 

A monster.

But I was stupid.


Because I never noticed it myself. 






I know it's pretty short, but it's something. It's like midnight right now and I want to sleep. I'll try to update tomorrow. I don't know, depends on how busy I am. Hope you guys liked that chapter!

Comment if you liked that chapter.

Also a fan came up with a couple name for Niall and Lauren!





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