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.


17. Run Away.

"KYRA." I was awoken by a loud, booming voice. I jolted up once again from my very uncomfortable position on the floor. I looked around the hospital ward. Marcel was still sleeping, in what looked like a very uncomfortable position on his bed. I searched the room for Harry. Nothing. I became more and more scared, knowing I definitely heard my name being called.
"Psst, Kyra." I heard the voice, more of a whisper this time. I spun my head to where I thought the voice was coming from. The window. I walked slowly over to the window, and as I grew closer, I saw finger tips, hanging in to the edge. I gasped and ran over to the window to help the person. I grabbed hold of their hand, not seeing the face. We were on the second floor, so it was a bit of a panic.
"Hold on, I got ya." I said, hauling the person over the window ledge. They fell on the floor, followed by me. I was being crushed by this person. 
"Get off!" I laughed. They put both of their hands either side of me, and hauled them self into a press up position. I looked him dead in the eyes.
"Harry?" I whispered.
"Surprise sweetheart." Harry smirked. I put both my hands on his chest, and gave him a firm shove, but he didn't budge.
"Get off!" I yelled. I swiped one of his arms, causing him to fall, but I rolled away before he could land on me. "What are you doing here?" I spat, getting up, and wiping my jeans to get rid of the fluff and dust they had collected, while being tackled onto the floor.
"You know why I'm here, Ky." Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"No I don't, I wouldn't have asked if I knew, would I?" I spat sarcastically.
"Now now, no need to be like that." Harry said, a smirk playing on his lips. I just rolled my eyes, and sat on the uncomfy plastic chair, that I hated. "That shirt really is hideous." Harry laughed.
"Oh, this is your way of payback?" I laughed.
"Oh no darling. This is just the start." He smirked. "Come with me." Harry said, walking out of the door. Before my mind could catch up, my legs followed him. He led me outside, the place I slapped him, not too long ago.
"Go on then." Harry sighed.
"What?" I asked, confused. Go on? What does he want me to do, slap him again?
"Shout at me." Harry smirked.
"Why would I, I already have." I said, spinning on my heels, and began walking in the other direction, but was stopped when Harry grabbed my arm. "Let go!" I shouted. Harry just smirked, and tightened his grip. "I said, let go!" I said through my teeth.
"No." Harry's evil smirk grew wider.
"HARRY STYLES LET GO OF ME NOW!" I screamed. Harry's eyes grew wide, and immediately dropped my arms and put his hands up in surrender. "Thank you." I said, walking into the building.
"Kyra wait!" Harry called after me. My mind screamed at me to keep going, but my legs thought different. It's like they have a mind of their own.
"What." I said angrily.
"Come here." He said blankly.
"No." I replied, and began walking again.
"Fine, go back to that nerd." I stopped dead in my tracks, and spun round. It was extremely windy today, so my hair was flying all over the place, as was Harry's.
"What did you say." I said, trying to hold back my anger. My blood was boiling.
"I said Marcel is a nerd. You only want him because you feel sorry for him. You're kidding yourself Kyra. You don't want him, trust me." Harry said, stepping forward, holding his hand out.
"Oh what, so I'll want you instead?" I laughed. "Hardly. You're the biggest jerk known to man." I scoffed.
"Hey, I'm better than Marcel." Harry said,  clenching his jaw.
"You really think that? You honestly think that you, Harry the king of jerks, baddest of the bad or whatever you call yourself, is better than Marcel, the nicest, funniest, sweetest boy I know?" I laughed. This was actually funny. I can't believe he just said that.
"Yeah, I do." Harry smirked proudly.
"Well. have fun with that." I said, walking off again, not wanting to argue.
"Don't you  have a sister?" Harry called. Oh my god.
"Oh my god!" I yelled.
"Yeah, so I did get the right one." Harry smirked.
"What?" I said, slowly turning around.
"Yeah, by the way, I've got your sister." Harry smirked, before running off.

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