I Don't Like You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

"Get a clue you douche, i'm not into you! Leave me alone!" I snapped cruelly. He shook his head in frustration. "I don't get why you don't like me..." I sighed angrily. "I dont even know you!" "How could you not know me?" "Am I supposed to know you?" "Yes! I'm Harry Styles! I'm famous!" he yelled, moving closer to my face. "Well guess what pretty boy, I don't give a shit," I spat, turning my back to him and walking away. "What the hell, come back! We need to settle this!" he called after me. "Dude, leave me alone!" "Why aren't you like the other girls? Just give in and say that you like me!" I stopped walking and turned to face him. "You're pathetic Harry Styles, and I pity the girls that apparently die over the thought of you. Reality check, you're the ugliest man in the world for being this conceited, and I'd be suprised if any girl was stupid enough to date you." I smiled as I walked away with his mouth hanging wide open. Douche bag...

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14. Chapter 14- Niall's POV

I had to help her. I had to see her. Whoever she was... only because I've seen the girls that Harry has done this to. They usually turn out having mental issues after. I've seen it with my own eyes. And I can't let this happen to her or anyone else again. It wasn't their fault that Harry was an asshole AND an idiot.

I left quickly to the door with the holes in it, realizing that Harry probably tried punching it open... that douche.

Softly knocking on the door, I spoke to her gently,"Are you okay love? My name is Niall."

Harry and Zayn were brewing up a fight, but I could care less at the moment. 

I heard soft cries coming from inside. "What's your name?" More cries. I was starting to get anxious.

"I can help you if you let me in sweetheart... it'll be okay. No one will hurt you anymore while I'm here," I told her. 

"Y-you won't hurt me?" "Never love, never."

I was surprised to hear the sound of something being pushed away from the door, and that's when she unlocked it.

Quickly looking over at the boys, I escaped into her room, locking the door behind me. My eyes widened at the sight of the floor. There was glass and blood penetrating the carpet. Looking around, I saw her, holding glass in her red stained hands, tears cascading down her beautiful face. She was backed into a corner, staring at me with fear in her captivating green eyes. "Hi," I said to her softly. She shook a bit as she gripped the glass tighter. More blood fell to the floor.

"I'm Niall." I told her as I started inching over to her. She tried backing up farther into the corner. I felt so much pain watching her like this. My main goal was to get her to drop the glass. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, I won't hurt you... I'm just here to help." I was about two feet away from her when she raised the glass up towards me. 

I put my hands up in surrender. "It's okay, it's okay, I promise you that it will be okay," I said gently, grabbing her hands as she dropped the glass and slid to the floor. I quickly kicked it away from her and crouched down to her level.

I stared at her with worried eyes. "Tell me how you feel love." She put her head in her hands and started sobbing when Harry started banging on the door again. "LET ME IN SARAFINA IM SORRY!" he yelled.

"EVERYONE NEEDS TO LEAVE!" she yelled while grabbing my arm and pulling me close to her.

"T-tell everyone t-that they need to leave," she told me, staring at me with fearful eyes.

I nodded, stood up, and walked towards the door. "Harry, she wants you to leave."

"NO SHE DOESN'T, STOP LYING NIALL."

"LEAVE HARRY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed.

"She told you that she wants you to go you IDIOT, we're going!" yelled Zayn. I heard the rustling of footsteps, and the front door was slammed shut. 

"They're gone love," I told her, and when I turned around to look at her, she was passed out.

I rushed over to her and picked her up. Quickly, I carried her to her bathroom and laidd her in the bathtub while running some warm water. Ever so carefully, I removed her clothing, staring only at her face.

As the water ran, I looked under her cabinets and found a washcloth. Rinsing it under the sink with warm water, I ran the wash cloth over her blood stained skin.

She cut herself... on her wrists... and her legs. While rubbing the washcloth over her body, I kissed her wrists softly. 

The water was red as I pulled her out with a towel, dried, and dressed her in some clean clothes that I found in her dresser. I was careful when wrapping bandages around her wounds.

Gently, I placed her in her bed and tucked her in while kissing her forehead.

Poor baby. She was so beautiful.

But I could already tell that she's been in pain for her whole life.

And Harry had to make it even worse.

 

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