Skylar's pov: I was in the living room crying in the dark. I really didn't want to stay here and babysit Harry because he really made me feel sad when he calls me those words, but there is no escape from Harry Styles. As I was about to turn the television I heard a loud noise in the kitchen. "Oh my god!"Someone yelled. I shot up and held my hands out, walking around the room. I felt the hallway floors below my feet and heard yells. "Where is my cup!"He cried. I touched the wall and felt the light switch. As I turned it on, I saw Harry. He looked me into the eyes and started to cry.
"I can't find my cup" He cried. I looked at him and tilted my head, confused. Is he drunk? why is he acting like this if he's drunk?
"Harry, this isn't your house. Your cup isn't here" I said. He looked at me and made his way to where I was. He stroked my face and frowned. "You've been crying?" He questioned. I looked at him and took his hand off my face.
"You would know because you're the reason why I am crying," I said. He tilted his head in confusion. "Look, Harry. I know you're drunk, but the way you treat me makes me feel like shit!"I yelled. He looked at me and suddenly looked down to the ground. "I'm sorry," He said. I shook my head and walked away. I wiped my eyes and made my way to the stairs.
"Sky!" he yelled. I turned around to see him looking at me in the kitchen. "It's Skylar to you, Harry Styles," I said before running up the stairs. I heard him yell my names a couple of times till it faded when I entered my room. I closed the door and threw myself on my bed. "Why me?"I asked closing my eyes slowly...
My mother and I were at the Styles' house enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate and sitting by the fireplace. I was the first one to finish my hot chocolate so I got up and walked into the kitchen. I was face to face with Harry Styles, the big bully. He was on the phone with his girlfriend, Jane. Anne always talked about his girlfriend so much that she invited her over to have some hot chocolate as well, but she declined the offer..thank god. Jane had beautiful chestnut curly hair and she also had a viper bite piercing. "Move, bitch," he said passing by and making me drop the cup. I saw the broken pieces of the cup and sighed. What did I ever do to you, asshole. I turned to see him laughing at me.
"You're such a failure," He said before walking away. I frowned and got on my knees to pick up the pieces. As I picked them up all, I squeezed them until I felt satisfied with the amount of pain. I walked to the trash can, threw them in, and saw my bleeding hand. The pain felt horrible, but it felt good at the same time. I ran off where my mother was and saw harry look at me. "Mom, I'm bleeding so I'll be home fixing my hand up," I said before walking off.
I opened my eyes to see the sun through my curtains. I sat up and turned my head the other way to see Harry sitting by my little desk I used to do homework and other stuff. "I'm sorry," He said wiping his eyes. I looked at him to see tears streaming down his face.
"I am sorry" He repeated