The Styles'

"No, I can't do this." I said. "I can't just choose one of you and hurt the other two. I Just, ugh, I need to leave before I do something I regret." They yelled after me but I ran out the door into the pouring rain and just ran. I ran because maybe I don't want anyone to get hurt. Or maybe I ran because I never run from my problems and always end up getting hurt if I don't.

(Harry styles 3x/fanfiction)


2. Hayden

2. Hayden



The sun seeped in through the curtains, forcing me to roll out of bed. I squinted and ran my eyes over my room.

My father had this entire extravagant bedroom idea but I wanted to decorate it myself and make it simple and cozy. 

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and slowly stood up. I laid my old stuff duck, Leonardo on by bedside. I had him since I was 2 when my mum got him as a birthday present. Leonardo was pretty beat up and only had half a tail, but I couldn't sleep without him. Ever.

I was happy that school had just ended but sad because I'd have to sit in this house for three months with nothing to do.

I stumbled on down to the loo and switched the shower on. Normally, I wouldn't shower on the first day of summer but I had to go to work. My father tries to make me not work but I would never use his money. I working at a photography company. It's more of an internship, but I get paid. I really love it and it takes up my time, which I enjoy. It's mostly just weddings and magazines but it's pretty cool. I feel like I can express myself through my photos, if that makes any sense.

I stripped out of my pajamas and stepped into the steamy water. I let the water roll down my back, relieving every knot and kink. I enjoyed showers. It was just something I always liked. Even when I was a little kid, I would make my mom let me take showers because when you stand there with the steam and hot water and the patter of the water on the shower floor, you can think. I mean really think. About everything and anything. Like how the cashier at the grocery store gave you a snotty attitude. Or how the wind sounds as it blows through the brittle leaves on the trees in Autumn. And I believe that thoughts are valuable. Even the most insane ones are priceless because nothing can take your thoughts. They are the only things that are completely your own. Nothing can corrupt them or try to alter them. They are yours and only yours. The only thing that you will always own. The one thing that no one can take away from you. 

By the time I had washed my hair and body and stepped out of the shower, the large mirror was covered in steam, even though I had turned the fan on. 

I wiped my fingers over the moist mirror, making it clear again. I dried myself with a perfectly white towel. Just like everything else in this stupid house. I hate it here. It's always so perfect and precise and it makes me cringe. Nothing is supposed to be perfect. But I guess this damn house is as close as it gets and I hate it.

I wrapped the same white towel around myself and walked back down the hallway to my bedroom. I knew that my father would be away somewhere and Shelley would be some where else in a foreign country of some sorts. I also knew that Levi would still be sleeping because as he tells me, 'anything before 11:00 am is too early'. 

I slowly walked over to my closet and picked out an outfit for the day. I could wear want I wanted to work but today I had to dress semi-decent because we were working at a high end wedding today. By we, I mean myself, and my boss Beckett. Beckett was probably one of the most interesting people I have ever met. He's a millionaire, yet he chooses to live in an old apartment in the city with his boyfriend, Cameron. He lives his life and doesn't care about anything, besides taking pictures and Cameron. Or as Beckett calls it "the art". 

Beckett had told me that there was a new guy, starting today. i don't remember his name but I'm betting that I won't like him. Beckett and I were our own little weird, traveling, disfunctional team. Beckett still had has big management office, but we barely ever go there. Any new guy would just screw that up. Ugh, I just hope he isn't a total snob.

I got dressed and let me hair dry natural, curly. I really don't like it, but I had waken up late so it would have to do.

I grabbed my huge Nikon camera and my cell phone and headed down the stairs. There were people cleaning and dusting around the house. 

I went into the kitchen and put Levi's cereal and milk on the large kitchen table, knowing that he would be awake very soon. 

I walked out to the garage and got into my old Chevy truck. My father forced me to let him buy me a car so I chose the car I wanted and the one that I knew he would hate the most.

I put my key in the ignition and listened to the hushed roar of the engine. I pulled out of the garage and drove away from the monstrosity of a house.





When the ceremony was over, we still had to go to the reception to take photos. The new guy hadn't gotten here yet, but Beckett said that he would arrive until later.

"I must say Finn, you look absolutely lovely." Beckett said, snapping a picture of me.

"But in your eyes, don't I always look lovely?" I said, jokingly. 

"Right you are. " he said, nodding his black fedora. He went back to taking photos. 

I must say that this wedding was quite extravagant. There must have been over 400 people there and they were all dressed in elegant pastel shades. I don't want to have a big, flashy wedding. I want mine to be vey simple, maybe in a really old church. And not more than 50 people. I don't need much to be happy as long as it's the right guy standing on the alter next to me.


"Finn! Come here!" Beckett yelled from across the venue.

I walked to where Beckett was standing, obviously talking to someone I couldn't see. 

"Finn this is Hayden." he said.

There was a boy, probably my age or little older, standing next to Beckett. He towered over both of us and was covered in tattoos and piercings. He wore a simple black dress shirt that was unbuttoned very low, revealing more tattoos. The sleeves were messily rolled up to his elbows. He wore black skinny jeans that fit him well and a pair of worn black dress shoes. I had a feeling that this was as formal as this guy gets. He had curly long brown hair that was long, in a careless way. As I got closer I noticed his bright green eyes that took me by shock because besides all of the body modifications, they seemed kind but rebellious at the same time. 

When I looked into his eyes, my throat choked up for no reason. It was the strangest thing and I didn't understand it. I watched his eyes examining me from head toe. I couldn't tell if I was curious about him or afraid of him.

"Hello." He said in an ungrateful tone. I gave Beckett a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.

"Hi." I spat back. I glared at him and he glared right back. I was getting the feeling that this Hayden guy wasn't going to be much fun.

"Okay, children! Now can we please get back to work! This isn't over for another hour and I need you both to be taking pictures!" Beckett said running off to take pictures of some superficial bridesmaids.  

Hayden mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch as I walked away.

I had avoided Hayden the entire time and he didn't seem to care. I had texted Ryan a few times because he was planning on coming over later tonight to watch a couple of movies.

I bent over to take a picture of two little girls in white dresses dancing together to the smooth music that erupted from the band on the other side of the room. After getting my picture, I looked past the dance floor to see an angry Hayden, fiddling with his camera. I hung my own around my neck and walked over to him.

"What are you doing?" I said snottily. 

"This damn camera that Brickett gave me won't fucking focus." I was slightly taken back by his colorful vocabulary but I knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with what he was doing.

I snatched the camera from his hands, smaller than my own, and did a few old tricks that Beckett taught me when I first started working for him when I was 16. I had it fixed in a matter of seconds and rudely shoved it back at Hayden.

"There. Now get back to work." I said, sternly. I started to turn away but he grabbed my arm, not to hurt me, just to get me to turn around. It was different than what I would have expected. I didn't notice until now, that his hands were so big. A lot different from Ryan because Ryan's hands were extremely gentle and almost dainty. I could tell even by a soft touch like that, that he was very strong. Well I already knew that by the size of his muscles but it was a different kind of strong, almost defensive.

"How did you do that?" he said, obviously surprised.

"Oh so now you're going to be nice to me because I fixed your stupid camera?" I spat.

"No, it was just- uh..." he stuttered. He didn't seem like the person that would hesitate.

"Whatever," I interrupted. "Get back to work."

I walked back to where I was. God, this guy was hard to understand. 

We all worked until sunset, when the reception was over, and headed to the parking lot. Hayden walked behind Beckett and I.

I gave Beckett a friendly hug and he kissed me on the cheek. 

"Farewell my lovely Finley!" he acted as I walked towards my truck. He always had to be theatrical. 

"Farewell my lovely Beckett!" I yelled in return. "And tell Cameron that I said good luck for that job interview." 

"Will do!" He yelled as he got into the drivers seat of his car. I laughed and slightly shook my head as I unlocked the doors. I heard a large scoff from behind me and turned around to see Hayden standing at the car next to mine, meanly smiling.

"What? Now you have a problem with my truck?" I said, spitefully. 

"It's just that it's so-"

"You know, I don't care." I said as I opened my door and closed it behind me. I drove off leaving a annoying Hayden with his shiny black car in the parking lot.

When I got back to the house, it was still quite light out. I decided to refrain from changing into my normal sweatpants and oversized t shirt, since Ryan would be here soon. I don't know why I cared about how I looked around Ryan, but I guess I just did. We had been dating for almost one year, straight and steady. Ryan is the kind of guy that you think that you're going to end up with when your in middle school. Perfect grades, nice, kind, decent looking, funny, and caring. All of that gooey stuff. 

I sat down at the kitchen island and sipped on a glass of water until I saw Ryan's giant black SUV pull in and park in my drive way. 

Ryan walked in and I ran over and gave him a giant hug.

He lightly kissed my lips and separated.

"You look nice." he said. Smiling and revealing his perfectly white teeth.

"Thanks." I said. "Movie, yeah?"

Ryan nodded and we sat on the couch in the oversized living room and watched The Hangover on the giant telly.

Ryan had one arm around my shoulder and the other holding a beer. Ryan drank occasionally but he never actually got 'drunk'. I didn't drink but my father always had plenty of alcohol in the house.

We laughed and talked throughout the film. When it started to get dark out, I decided to clean up.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked.

"Not at all." he said, grinning and returning his eyes to some action film I had forgotten the name of. 

I showered quite quickly and changed into a tight t shirt and cotton shorts. I let my hair down so it could dry and went back to the living area. Ryan turned around and smiled oddly.

"Hi, Finley." he slurred. I looked past him to see seven empty beer bottles and a glass of some sort of liquor in it in his hand. 

"Are you drunk, Ryan?" I asked, keeping my distance, being uncomfortable around drunk people.

"I dunno...maybe." he mumbled while getting up and stumbling a bit.

"Ugh," I sighed. "Come on, I'll drive you home." I said, with annoyance.

I grabbed his forearm and carefully led him outside to the driveway. I walked us over to my truck, figuring that he could get his car when he was sober. 

It was pitch black now, but the bright street lights and garden lights made it easily visible.

I started to open the passenger door but Ryan closed it and spun me around.

"I can drive Finleeeyyy..." he said, dragging his words out. He pushed his body on to mine, leaning me on the truck.

"No, you can't. You're drunk." I said, looking at him.

"Fine." he said. He planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth that tasted like liquor. 

I tried to shove him off of me but he pushed right back, harder this time.

"Come on Finnnnn..." He slurred. He ran his hands up and down my sides. I tried to push him off again, but this time he grabbed my wrists, forcibly. 

"Ouch, Ryan stop." I said as he squeezed my arms harder. I try to wiggle away but it was no use.

"Come on Finnnnn...loosen uuupp..." He said.

He kissed me, disgustingly, and tightened his grip continuously. I struggled to get him off of me but nothing worked. His right hand started to pull at the hem of my shirt. I winced at the pain of my wrists and the repulsiveness of him kissing me. I had never seen him drunk or violent like this before.

I continued to struggle but he easily overpowered me. Ryan started to pull my shirt higher and there was nothing that I could do about it. I thought that I heard footsteps but I think that I was just hearing things.

All of a sudden, Ryan lifted off of me. I opened my eyes to see a dazed ryan being held up by a pair of hands that were pulling his shirt. Two hands that were familiar to me.

I followed the hands up tattooed arms to the face of a very angry Hayden. I was confused and Hayden threw Ryan, effortlessly, across the drive way.

Hayden stood his ground until Ryan stood up and walked to me. He grabbed my arms again and pushed me behind him as if he were trying to "protect" me.

"Get away from her." Hayden snarled, his veins popping up from his skin.

As soon as Hayden got close to him, Ryan abruptly threw me to the side, causing me to hit me head really hard on the side of my truck. I was slightly dazed but still fully aware as I sat on the ground. 

Hayden easily overpowered him because he was much larger and stronger than Ryan. In less than a minute, Ryan was on the ground and very bloody. He very slowly started to crawl away, to the sidewalk, obviously trying to get home, with blood dripping off of him. I then turned to Hayden who was currently walking over to me. He was untouched from the beating. Not even a scratch.

He knelt down next to me and he actually seemed concerned. 

"Are you alright?" he asked looking into my eyes. I hadn't realized until now, that I had no idea why he was there.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I was pretty hazy from hitting my head. 

He laughed. I found this strange because when I had met him earlier, I had a feeling that he was someone who wasn't able to laugh.

"Beckett said that he forgot to return your mobile and gave me your address to bring it to you. I don't live that far away so I walked." He said.

"Why did you beat up Ryan?" I asked, numbly.

"Because he was hurting you." Hayden said, honestly.

"Why do you care?" I asked. My eyes wondered around. That was a pretty hard hit to the head.

"I-I don't kn-now..." He stuttered. Why is he hesitating again?

He shook his head and said, "Let's go inside." 

He helped me up but I stumbled a lot so he had to carry me into the house. Somehow, he found my bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

"I'll be right back." he said. He exited my room while I laid comfortably, staring at the ceiling.

Hayden returned a couple minutes later with an icepack, a glass of water, some little bottle, and a wet hand towel.

He made me take a few pain pills and put the icepack on my head where it hit the truck. Hand print bruises had formed on my wrist and Hayden cleaned of a cut on my cheek that I didn't know even existed.

"Do you mind if I stay here? It's kind of too late to walk back to my house." Hayden said.

"I don't care. But why are you being so nice to me?" I asked.

"I-I don't know, honestly. I'm not really nice to anyone." He said staring at the wall. 

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom on the right of mine if you want to." I said.

"Thanks." he said. I started to doze off and Hayden lightly pecked my forehead. I'm not sure if I imagined this or if it was real but all I know is that I liked it.










----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N Hi guys! How do you like the first chapter? Sorry that it was a bit bad but I had to fit a bunch of info in! Comment down below :D xx ~katierozzelynd~


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