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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5. Unsolved Puzzle.

Kyra's P.O.V

 His words sank into my skin as he spoke them. You're mine? What's supposed to mean? "Excuse me?" I said, wide eyed, leaning in slightly for affect. "You see darling, I found myself thinking about you, more than I should for that matter." He smirked. Then it hit me. "So, you're saying you want me as your girlfriend?" I barely managed. "Well done, sherlock." Harry spat. "No way!" I spat back. "Oh darling, I think you'll find you dont have a choice." He said grabbing my wrist. I looked at his hand, wrapped around my wrist. He squeezed so tight, I was sure my wrist would snap any second. I tried to snatch my hand back, but failed. "Oh, you're not going anywhere." He said, planting a small kiss on my cheek. "What about Becky?" I asked, deciding not to fight him. "Who?" He said throwing my wrist back down to my side. "My little sister!" I reminded. I lifted my wrist up, and placed it in my other hand. It was already forming a bruise. "Oh, we can live at your house." He said, not even asking. "Oh, can we?" I said sarcastically. "Yes babe, I did just say that." He laughed. "Ok, but let me just say something. You lay a finger on my little sister, then..you don't even wanna know. She's all I have left. And can I just say, I am not yours." I said, angrily. "But babe, I'll think you find you are." He smiled, kissing me once again. "Now come on you stupid girl, I haven't got all day." He spat. We made our way out of my car, keeping my phone close, incase he tried anything. I couldn't help but feel confused at Harry's mood swings. One minute, he would be fairly sweet, next minute, he would be old Harry, violent and horrible. I couldn't quite understand him, and that annoyed me. If I don't understand someone, it makes me frustrated. He is like a puzzle, waiting to be solved. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Get out then." Harry snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realised we arrived. As I got out of Harry's car, I noticed Marcel's car. Oh god, I completely forgot he was here. Harry better not doing anything, he gets bullied enough as it is. "Unlock the door then babe!" He laughed. I fumbled around with my keys until I found the right one. I unlocked the door and swung it open. Before I knew it i was suffocated in one of Beckys hugs. "KYRA!" She yelled, before throwing herself at me. She then realised I wasn't alone. "Ky, who's this?" She asked, jumping off me. "This is Harry. Becks, where's Marcel?" I asked. "In the kitchen." She replied. "K, thanks." I replied. I bent down and whispered in her ear. "If he does anything, just scream." I whispered before walking off to find Marcel. I walked into the kitchen to find Marcel running round the kitchen with pots and pans, with the funniest look on him face. "You look stupid!" I laughed. He finally noticed me, and stopped running round, and stood still with a frying pan in his hand. He gave me a little grin. "Sorry Ky." He frowned. "It's ok Mars." I smiled. I loved Marcel, he was the only family I had left. "What were you even doing?" I asked. "Trying to make beans on toast." He replied, pushing his nerd glasses up his nose. I laughed and sat at the bar. "Mars, I need you're help." I said seriously. "What's up Ky?" He said, walking over to me. "This boy, Harry. He is literally taking over my life. I'm actually pretty scared of him. He's here now." I explained. Marcel's eyes grew wide at that last part. "H-Harry Styles?" He stuttered. "Yeah, how d'ya know?" I asked confused. "H-He bullies me." He stuttered. My eyes grew wide and I pulled him into a hug. "We better get to the lounge, I left him with Becks." I told him, worriedly. He nodded and we made our way to the living room. I stopped in my tracks just outside the door. "Ky!" Marcel whisper shouted. "What are you doing?" He said. "Shh! Listen." I said smiling, pressing my ear to the wall. "He's playing with Becks!" I smiled. "Ok, I will count to 10, and you have to hid anywhere in the living room. You ready? Ok. GO!" He shouted, as an erruption of giggles filled the room. I decided to interfere. "Guys what are you doing?" I laughed. Harry spun round and saw me, and immediatley stood up. He coughed awkwardly. "Oh, erm, me and Becks, I mean Becky, we just chatting. I was telling her about my work." He lied. I laughed. "It sounded like you were playing hide and seek to me!" I giggled. He glared at me. Then he noticed Marcel in the doorway. "Nerdy Mars? Ha, what are you doing here?" He laughed. I spun round to look at Marcel. He just went red and looked at his feet. "Ha, he's already embarressed infront of a girl! No wonder he never gets a girlfriend!" Harry joked. I had to stop this, and I next said something I knew I would regret. "Actually, I'm his girlfriend." I said stupidly. Why did I have to do that?

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