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.

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8. Nobody Knows.

~~Harry's P.O.V
How dare she! Who does she think she is, punching me like that! This girl seriously needs to be taught a lesson, and it looks like its up to me to do it. Nobody knows how to, but me. So I will teach her; the hard way.

Kyra's P.O.V
Me and Marcel were sitting on the sofa, discussing our plans.
"Maybe we should just run away?" Marcel suggested.
"He would just find us, then the punishment would be twice as bad." I sighed.
"Oh, yeah. Good point. Why don't we tell the police?"
"The police?" I laughed. "They are scared of Harry and his gang." I explained.
"Oh. We are just going to have to take it then." Marcel shrugged.
"No! I can't take the constant beatings and verbal abuse constantly! What about Becky?" I began to panic.
"Ok, ok. What are we going to do then?" Marcel said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I don't know." I sighed, putting my head in my hands.
"Look, lets forget this for now. Lets watch Twilight yeah? That always cheers you up!" Marcel said, leaping off the sofa and walking over to the DVD player, and popping my favourite film in.
"Popcorn?" Marcel asked, walking into the kitchen.
"MARCEL NOOO!" I yelled, while laughing.
"WHAT?" He yelled, running back in to the living room.
"You can't make popcorn." I said sniggering.
"Oh, and why's that?" He asked, hands on hips.
"Remember the last time you made popcorn?" I questioned, letting a giggle escape from my lips. Marcel's eyes grew wide with realisation.
"Oh, right." He laughed. The last time Marcel tried to make popcorn, he left them in the microwave for to long, and they blew up everywhere.
"I think we can go without." Marcel laughed, sitting back down on the sofa. The movie started and without thinking, I laid my head on Marcels chest. Marcel turned his head to look at me, wide eyed. He was surprised at first, but got settled. He draped his arm around my shoulder, and continued to watch the film. This felt natural. Probably because we had known each other for so long, and had become so close.
The scene were Bella had been bitten came up. Me and Marcel both hated that scene, so we covered each others eyes. It was quite funny and cute, so we both laughed. We uncovered each others eyes, and looked at each other. He leaned in. Closer. Closer. Our lips were so close. Inches apart. I could feel his hot breath. Centimetres. Millimetres. DING DONG. We both leaned back quickly and looked around the room awkwardly.
"I-I'll, er, go get that." I said awkwardly. I hauled myself of the sofa and made my way to the door. My mouth dropped when I opened the door.
"Hello sweetheart." He scowled.
"Eugh, you." I said rolling my eyes.
"Don't be disappointed." He laughed.
"What do you want, Harry?" I asked with an aggravated tone.
"This." He said. Next thing I knew, everything went black. I felt strong arms pick me up around my waste. I squirmed to get free, but it was no use. Next thing I felt, was my body coming into contact with something cold, and hard. I screamed for help, but no one helped. No one heard.
I heard the sliding of doors, and a slam. Then, an engine. Engine? That's when it hit me. I was being kidnapped, but the worst part is, nobody knows.

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