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.


23. The Unfair Funfair.

Kyra's P.O.V

This is going to be difficult. This was mine and Becky's favourite place to be. I'm sure I'll be OK though, right? I got out of the shower and laid out some clothes on my bed. Comfy and casual. I dried my hair and scraped it back into a thick ponytail. I pulled on a pink jumper and jeans and fixed my earrings. I painted my nails and put on the necklace Marcel gave me when I was little. looked in the mirror and fixed a stray piece of hair before running down the stairs and putting my shoes on. As I was doing up my laces the bell rang.

"One minute!" I called. I finished my bow and ran to the door, where Marcel stood. Marcel. Not the pop star Marcel I had gotten used to over the past few weeks. Nerdy Marcel, with glasses, the knitted sweater and ironed pants. The Marcel I knew. The Marcel I loved.

"Marcel, you're back!" I squealed before wrapping my arms round his neck.

"Did I leave?" He smirked, pushing me away, but keeping hold of my shoulders.

"Yes." I whispered, looking at my feet.

"Huh?" Marcel asked, confused.

"You changed."

"Oh..that." Marcel said quietly. "Anyway, where is the fair?" Marcel asked brightly changing the subject.

"Just down the road." I smiled, grabbing my phone and keys from the table by the door. I tripped over the step by my door, but covered it up by pretending to jump.

"Nice try." Marcel smirked. "I saw that." He laughed.

"What? No you didn't." I laughed. We walked down the road laughing and stumbling, probably looking like a couple of drunks. We finally come to the funfair and I dug around in my purse for ticket money. But next thing I knew a ticket was being shoved in my face. I looked up and saw Marcel smiling.

"C'mon my arms getting tired!" He joked. I took the ticket and said thank you. We wondered around the fair for a few minutes before Marcel started squealing and dragging me somewhere. "Marcel, slow down!" I laughed. "Where are you taking me?"

"Cotton candy!" He yelled, weaving in and out of the people, making me bump into a few. After I muttered several apologies, we finally arrived at the stall. "Two cotton candies please!" Marcel smiled to the man who had his back to us. Without saying another word he began making the cotton candy. "Can you stay here and pay him please? I'm just going to the loo." Marcel asked, handing me his wallet.

"Sure, just remember to not touch anything!" I laughed.

"Ew, don't worry I wont." He laughed and ran off. I stood there awkwardly waiting for our food. Finally, the man finished making them and turned around. I was rooting around for some spare change. "That'll be two pounds please." He smirked. I took the money out of Marcel's wallet and looked up. I froze. I stumbled back slightly and ran off to the loo's.

"Wait!" He called after me, but I kept running. What was Harry doing here? Can I not have one night of peace? I finally arrived to the toilets just to see Marcel walking out.

"Kyra? Why are you here? Where's the cotton candy?" He asked, pouting. "Marcel, Harry, at the cotton candy stall." I said between breaths. "What?" He shouts. "Shhh!" I hush him. "He might be after me." "What? For god sake!" Marcel huffed. "I know, we need to leave." I said, looking around for Harry. "No! I'm not going to leave just because that jerk is here." Marcel said firmly. "But-" "No. No buts Kyra." Marcel said seriously. "Fine, but we'll have to keep an eye out." I said, defeated. "Now, lets go win you a teddy bear!" Marcel smiled dragging me once more. Harry's P.O.V Ha! Her reaction was priceless! I just hope she knows she can't get rid of me that easily. I watched them carefully by the toilets, and I could tell Marcel was mad. Good. I can't believe that all this started out as a joke, and they're still trying to carry it on. It's pathetic. It's obvious it's fake because, well, who would want to go out with that nerd? She doesn't deserve him anyway. She deserves me.

Kyra's P.O.V

"Marcel, you fail at this game!" I laughed watching him miss the bottles for the fourth time. He tried playing bottle toss, determined to win the giant teddy bear for me, but it's not going very well. He hasn't got one. "You have rubbish aim." I laughed teasing him.

"Well yeah I'm a boy, what do you expect?" He said, making me laugh harder.

"C'mon, lets try another game." I suggested, tugging his arm. He finally tore his eyes away from the bottles and looked at me. "Fine." He sighed.

"How about that one?" I said pointing to a hook the duck game. "They're easy, and you could win a teddy!" I smiled, pulling him over. We paid and he picked up the rod. He missed a few times, but finally caught one.

"Yay!" We both cheered simultaneously, causing us to laugh.

"Shoo while I choose your prize!" Marcel said, waving me away.

"Ok, ok!" I laughed, holding my hands up in defence as I walked. I walked over to a bin, not to far away, and threw my empty can away.

"Boo." Someone whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I slowly turned around and gasped when my eyes fell across the figure, the figure I knew all to well. Harry.

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