Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


21. Anyone But You.

I almost dropped my phone, to create more broken glass to clear up. 
"W-hat?" I whispered, my voice cracking mid-sentence.
"You heard! I adopted Becky!" 
"No! No no no no no!" I screamed.
"Please god no not you." 
"Why?" The voice repeated.
"Seriously? You'd think I trust you looking after my little sister after everything you did? I don't think so. Please, I'm begging you." I whispered.
The line went dead.
"No!" I screamed, throwing my phone at the sofa in frustration. Out of all the people in the world to adopt my little sister, It has to be him. The one who has caused me grief since the day I met him. He hurt my friends, my family. He tortured me, put me in hospital. Twice. I have lost everyone, everything because of him, and now, he's taken one of the only things I had left. My little sister. Gone, to god knows where with that lunatic. I'm surprised they even let him adopt her to be honest. He's only a year older than me, and he's done so many horrible things to in the past, and now. He has ruined my life, and now he's just ruined it more. Why did he even adopt her in the first place? Probably to annoy me even more, make my life even worse. I need a shower to calm myself down. I ran upstairs into my room. All of Becky's stuff had gone. I pushed the prickling tears away and turned on the shower. I waited for the water to heat up before stripping and stepping into the shower. I stood there letting the hot water soak into my tense muscles. I rubbed the back of my neck with my thumbs to try and release some stress. I soon gave up trying and picked up the shampoo bottle and flicked open the lid, squeezing out that last few drops left in the bottle into my hand. I massaged my scalp with the shampoo, and rinsed it all out. After I had finished washing my hair and myself, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, and tied my hair in a messy bun to let it dry naturally. I was about to get dressed when the doorbell rang. I rushed downstairs, forgetting the fact I was in a towel. I opened the door to reveal Harry. His eyes grew wide when he realised I was just in a towel. He bit his lip and his eyes scanned my body. I screamed and slammed the door. I ran upstairs and threw on some clothes, my heart racing. After I had pulled up my leggings and did that annoying little wiggle I have to do, I ran back down the stairs again, and opened the door once more.
"What." I growled.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you lost Becky. And I found out who adopted her." Harry said, giving me a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah, so did I." I sighed, looking at my feet. 
"Oh." Harry said, looking past me, into my house. 
"Yeah." I said awkwardly. It was silent for a few awkward moments, until Harry piped up again.
"How did you find out?" He asked.
"He rang me.." I said.
"How about you?" I asked curious.
"I was there when he adopted her." He shrugged. Wait, what?
"Why were you there?" I said, anger bubbling inside me.
"I..erm.." Harry said, struggling for an excuse.
"Harry." I said firmly.
"I was going to adopt her and give her back to you, but your step dad got there first!"
I'm sorry, what did he just say?
"Harry!" I screamed, raising my hand.

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