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.


20. Two Sided.

Harry's P.O.V.
"Kyra, please!" I shouted, pounding on the door once more. "C'mon, open up!" I yelled. Normally, I wouldn't care if someone had just lost a loved one, personally I would laugh. But it's Kyra. "Kyra!" I yelled once again. This time I left my fist on the door, and put my head against the door also, crossing my feet as I stood. "Kyra." I whispered. My hand slip off the door as it was opened. "Kyra!" I exclaimed, a small smile daring to show.
"What?" She growled, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 
"Please don't cry." I said, reaching my hand out to rest on her shoulder. She jerked away and stared at the floor, sniffing.
"Why should I? I have lost my sister, my best friend." She choked. 
"I know, I know." I said sympathetically.
"No! No you don't know though, do you?" She screamed.
"Ky, calm down." I said calmly.
"No!" she screamed. "You have no idea what it's like!" She said, stepping back, and swinging the door closed with force.
"Yes, I do." I whispered, catching the door with one hand. She slowly opened the door and stared at me.
"What?" She whispered.
"I know what it's like." I repeated. I could feel all the horrible memories flooding into my head, and my eyes getting heavy with tears.
"Course." She scoffed, swinging the door closed again.
"Honest." I whispered, my voice cracking mid sentence. I stopped the door with my foot, looking her dead in the eyes.
"My mum." I began, looking at my feet. "She died when I was younger." I whispered, letting one lone cheek slowly fall down my cheek.
"What about your dad?" She asked, tears falling down her cheeks still.
"He was an alchoholic. Left when I was 16." She flung her arms around me, catching me a bit off guard, but I soon caught on, and wrapped my arms around her. This was nice. She quickly pulled away, and looked at the floor embarrassed. 
"Oh, I'm sorry." She whispered.
"It's okay." I smiled weakly. 
"I had no idea that happened." Kyra whispered.
"Nobody does." I whispered.
"Then why did you tell me?" She asked, looking up from the floor.
"Can I come in?" I asked, pointing to the door.
"Erm, I-" I didn't wait, I just pushed past her, but stood there in shock. There was shattered glass all over the floor, with broken bits of wood here and there.
"Kyra, what happened?" I asked, shocked. "Are you ok?" I said, spinning around.

Kyra's P.O.V
"Are you ok?" He asked. I lost it. Of course I wasn't okay. I had just lost my sister, probably forever, and my best friend is still stuck in hospital. I fell onto the floor in a fit of sobs.
"No." I wept. I put my head in my hands, and let out loud sobs.
"Hey, It's okay." Harry said, rushing over to me.
"No! It's not." I cried harder when I felt Harry's arms wrap around my shoulders. 
"It will be." Harry whispered. I looked up at him, staring at me.
"What?" I asked, but I couldn't crying.
"Nothing, nothing." Harry smiled. Before I could say anything, I was caught off guard by Harry's lips crashing against mine.
"MMM!" I managed a muffled scream and pulled away quickly. "What the hell?" I screamed.
"Sorry I just-"
"You just thought it would be a good idea to kiss me right now while I was in the middle of crying my heart out?!" I screamed, pushing him off me.
"I'm sorry." Harry said, looking at his feet ashamed.
"You should be. Get out." I growled, holding in the tears that once more threatened to spill.
"But I-"
"Now." I growled. He scrambled to his feet, opened the door and glanced back at me. His eyes travelled to the ground, and he left, without saying another word.
"Ugh." I sighed, making my way over to the shattered glass spread across the floor. I glanced at it and sighed, knowing I'd have to clean it up. I was mid-crouch when my phone rang.  I stood up and ran over to my phone, stepping on a shard of glass in the process.
"Ouch!" I yelled, but carried on running; well, limping.
"Hello?" I said in a pained voice.
"Kyra! Where are you? You've been gone hours!" yelled Marcel's panicked voice.
"Sorry, been very busy." I said quietly, as the painful memories flooded back into my slowly recovering brain.
"Are you okay?" Marcel asked, his voice less panicked.
"Yeah, just stood on a bit of glass." I said. I wasn't completely lying.
"How?" He laughed.
"Dropped a bottle." I replied, a smile forming on my face listening to his contagious laugh.
"You are an idiot." Marcel laughed. "Hurry up and get back here." He said. There was a shuffling noise at the end of the phone.
"What's with the shuffling?" I laughed.
"Just pushing up my glasses."
"Oh okay, let me clean up this glass then I'll be right over." We said our goodbye's, and hung up. I walked back into the hall and began picking up the glass, but with gloves this time, when I remembered the glass that was still in my foot. I groaned and stood up once more and hobbled to the bathroom. After painfully removing the tiniest piece of glass from my foot, a began picking up the glass, when I realised something. Marcel said he was pushing up his glasses on the phone, but doesn't he wear contacts now instead? I threw the glass in the bin, when my phone began ringing again.
"Kyra! I adopted Becky!"

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