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.


16. Say Something.

I waited in Marcel's room for over an hour, waiting for Marcel to wake up. I was with Harry. He kept glancing at Marcel, then turning away and looking at his feet. I was slouched in a plastic green chair next to Marcel's bed, scrolling through my Twitter. 
"K-Kyra?" I heard a weak voice. I looked up from my phone, and saw Marcel, still asleep. Confused, I looked around the room. Harry was half asleep on the chair next to me, and the only other person in the room was a nurse, who was fiddling with the machines hooked up to Marcel. Must've just been me dreaming  stuff. I locked my phone, and wriggled in the uncomfortable plastic seat. I found a comfy position, and settled for some sleep. I was just about to drift off, when I was violently shaken awake.
"What? What happened?" I said, startled, shooting up in my seat. I turned my attention to Marcel, who was still peacefully sleeping, in his tatty hospital bed. Then, I turned to Harry.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"This." He spoke, showing me his phone. I read the words off his phone, aswell as look at the picture. The picture caption was 'Bad boy Harry Styles smiles with mysterious girl.'  
"Harry, what's wrong with this?" I questioned.
"It'll ruin my reputation!" Harry cried.
"And why is that bad?" I asked, still confused.
"People won't respect me. People will think i've gone all soft!" Harry explained.
"Just because you smiled?" 
"Yes, and I was with a girl!" 
"Yes, you." Harry sighed.
"But Harry, to make something true a lie, lie about the truth." 
"Say that you were with me to give me a telling off, and you were smiling cause I was in pain or something." I sighed.
"Ahh, lie about the truth. Good one." Harry smiled. "Well, I'm gonna go sort that out. Be back in about an out or so." Harry said, walking out the room. Finally I can have some sleep. I slouched back down into the chair, and got comfy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.
"What now Ha- Marcel! You're awake!" I smiled, jumping off my chair. He nodded weakly and smiled. "How are you feeling?" I asked. Marcel opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Marcel looked puzzled, and tried again. Still nothing. I grew worried. Why couldn't he speak?
"Nurse!" I called out. A nurse came rushing in. She was small and plump, and well, rushing was exaggerating, it was more of a fast waddle. She had her greasy black hair styled in a bob, just above her shoulders. He glasses slipped onto her nose, so she had to keep pushing them up every few seconds, and well, her skirt and top barely fit her. It was hard to be serious with this nurse around.
"What's the matter dear?" The plump nurse smiled.
"Marcel tried talking, but he couldn't." I explained.
"Ah, yes. He suffered some throat injuries, and probably won't be able to speak today, but should do tomorrow." The nurse smiled,and made her way out.
"Why didn't you put that on the clipboard then." I muttered under my breath. "Mars, luckily I brought a pad and pen. Can you write down for me exactly what he did to you?" I asked, raiding my bag for the pad and pen that was buried in there somewhere. Marcel nodded. I finally found the pad and pen, and pulled it out of my bag, along with various other things. I just rolled my eyes and handed him the paper. He began writing straight away, and to my surprise, he was writing for about 5 minutes. He handed me the pad, and I read his writing. My eyes filled with angry tears as I read what Harry had done to him, but the last part shocked me most.
And Kyra, I heard what you said to me. About you loving the geeky, nerdy Marcel. How you missed the old me. I'll fix this, don't worry.
"H-how did you hear?" I asked him, almost dropping the pad. Marcel shrugged and smiled. "I can't believe Harry did all this to you. Kicked you, strangled you...hurt you." I whispered, scanning Marcel's words again and again. "I'm gonna kill him." I said, throwing the pad down on the cabinet, and storming out of the room to find Harry. To my surprise, he was sitting on his own outside on a dirty bench, eating a sandwich which he must have got from one of those hospital vending machines. He was scrolling through his phone, occasionally typing short messages out. He was slouched down, in a long black coat, putting his hand in his pocket every chance he could. I walked right up to him.
"Harry!" I yelled. His head shot up from his phone and a smile grew across his face. "Get that smile off your face." I growled. The smile was immediately wiped off his face.
"What have I done?" Harry asked innocently. 
"You know exactly what you've done. I can't believe that you could do that to Marcel! It's disgusting!" I shouted.
"I know, I feel terrible." Harry said, with no emotion at all.
"That's the thing. You don't feel terrible. You feel proud of yourself for doing this to some innocent kid! No doubt tomorrow you'll do exactly the same thing to a different person, and feel no emotion at all!" I yelled, getting up in his face.
"Calm down Kyra." Harry said, standing up.
"No! I will not calm down! Not after what you've done to Marcel. He didn't deserve this, Harry. But no, you did it anyway."
"The little nerd deserved it anyway." Harry spat. That's it. I raised my hand, and slapped him straight across the face.
"No he didn't! He's not a little nerd! He's so much more than that! You just don't want to see it because you know he's better than you!" I screamed. And with that, I ran off. How dare he. I got back to Marcel's room, and he stared at me, wide eyed.
'Kyra, I can't believe you did that!' I read from the piece of paper Marcel handed to me.
"Anything for you, Mars!" I smiled.
'You do know he's gonna kill you, right?' Marcel wrote.
'Yeah, but I honestly don't care. He deserved it." I shrugged. But the truth is, I do care. I do care that he's going to hurt me. And the truth is, I'm scared. I just don't know what to believe anymore. One minute he is lovely, funny nice Harry, a side I have only seen once, but loved. Then the next minute, he is dark, angry dominating Harry, a side I see far to often. But the scary thing is, I can't escape. I can't leave Harry. Whenever I try, he always finds me; or I always find him.

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