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.


7. What's Next?

~~Kyra's P.O.V
He wasn't my cousin? I thought he was joking all these times when he said he wasn't!
"Kyra, what happened? I heard shouting and crashes." Becky said, poking her head round the door. I turned my head to see the fear in her eyes.
"Oh, nothing Becks." I said plastering a fake smile across my face.
"No Ky, it's not! You always keep secrets from me and I don't like it!" She yelled stepping further into the room.
"Becky please! Now is not the time!" I yelled back,
"Fine!" She yelled storming out of the living room and thudding up the stairs. I turned back to Marcel and rolled my eyes.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"Well, we're just going to have to pretend, aren't we?" Marcel smiled.
"Thanks Marcel. You are the best." I smiled, hugging him.
"I know." He laughed.

Harry's P.O.V
It's all lies. I knew it! How dare she lie to me! I paced the room, trying not to destroy everything in my path.
"Mate what's up?" Liam asked me.
"What's up? What's up! Huh, I'll tell you what's up! The fact that Kyra thought it would be funny to lie to me and tell me she had a boyfriend, when it's actually her cousin! That's what's up!" I yelled.
"Oh." Was all he managed to say.
"Get out of my way." I growled, pushing him to the side.
"Where are you going?" He shouted after me.
"Kyra's." I replied, slamming the front door behind me.

Marcel's P.O.V
"Want some food?" I asked sitting up from my slouching position on the sofa.
"Mars, you couldn't even make beans on toast with out making a mess everywhere!" She laughed.
"Fine! You want a drink?" I laughed.
"As long as you don't use the washing up liquid as juice." She laughed even harder. I just rolled my eyes, and began to walk to the kitchen. As I pulled out two glasses, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" I yelled. I walked over to the door and unlocked it. I opened it and there stood Harry. I had no time to say anything, because I was soon pushed against the wall.
"You. Stay away from my girl. I know you're lying to me, I know you're her cousin." He growled.
"N-No. I-I'm not." I stuttered, looking at my feet.
"Hey, what's going o-" Kyra said, walking out of the living room. "HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yelled. Oh god.
"Teaching you're so called boyfriend a lesson." He growled, facing back to me.
"So called boyfriend?" She questioned.
"Yeah, don't play dumb with me! I know he's your cousin!" Harry growled, not taking his gaze off me.
"No Harry! He's not!" She yelled.
"I don't care if he is or not, he's still getting punished." Harry replied, an evil grin spread across his face. His hand soon came into contact with my face, knocking my glasses onto the face. I daren't move.
"Make me." Harry growled.
"FINE!" Kyra yelled back. I saw her clench her fists. She pulled her arm back, and lunged at Harry with a huge amount of force. He tried to dodge, but she got him smack bang on his nose. He let go of me and clenched his nose. He glared at me and Kyra. While Harry was still weak, Kyra opened the door. I plucked up the courage, and shoved Harry outside. Kyra and I quickly locked all of the doors and windows, and flopped exhaustedly onto the sofa.
"Thank you so much." I smiled.
"Anything for my boyfriend." She laughed, and winked at me.
"I hope so!" I laughed.
I just want to know one thing; what's next?

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