Broken girl (h.s)

Ch. 2

||6:00P.M||

I sit in my room and close my eyes.

Take me away from this world
Take me now
I don't have a point here
All I am is people's toy
I'm a joke
I'm worthless
My dad abuses me
My mom hated me enough to run off without me and leave me with him.
She hated me enough to leave me with my blades
My hatred
My fatness
My ugly hair
My ugly eyes
My friends, oh wait they don't exist.
No one likes me
Fuck life
Fuck everyone
Fuck this world
Fuck my dad 10 times as hard
And my mom 1,000 times as hard
Fuck my life so much
Take me now

I plug in my head phones and turn on the song

'Poison and wine' by: the civil wars

And lay down on my bed and close my eyes, them the music stops I open my eyes curious and a chocolate colored dog licks my face.

"What the fuck?" I ask and look to my side
Everyone may I introduce..
The one
The only

HARRY FUCKING STYLES

how in the mother fucking world did he get in.

"What the fuck are you doing here and what the fuck is this- this thing!" I ask gesturing to the dog that's now snuggled on my lap.

So cute NO VIOLET, snap out of it

"Vi-Zi, is that anyway to treat a house guest that just got you a dog for your birthday?" He asks
My birthday was today, but no one gives a fuck. how did he.

"How- how'd you know?" I ask.

"Come where I have a secret." he says putting his mouth next to my ear. I could feel his warm breath.

"I have my ways" he whispers and heat rushes threw my ear and I feel a tingle in my stomach and my breathing slow down. he pulls away from my ear.

"So what are you going to name it?" He asks gesturing to the dog.

"Well is 'it' a boy or a girl?" I ask

"Girl." He answers.

"Hmmmm... how bout Harriet?" I ask.

"Perfect."

"But still you can't come sneak into a girls room and change her music and give her a dog." I say and he smiles.

"There's a new thing called, knocking, I believe" I say sarcastically and he laughs

"I knocked." he said

"Oh really." I smiled

"Three times." he says

"Who's counting?" I ask

"Me." He says pointing to himself and we both laugh and I pet Harriet. oh shit. what will my dad do. I frown

"What's wrong?" Harry asks instantly detecting my sadness.

"This fucking dog Styles!" I say loudly

"My dads seriously going to cut me." I time my voice down.

"What why?" He asks

"No reason." I say calmly.

"Come on." Harry says grabbing my hand pulling me towards my door

"Harry. I really don't want to and trust me you don't want to meet him." I pout

"But, I do." he says smirking.

"Harry, no" I snap and pull my hand from his grip and grab his arm.

But no, this fucking bloody twat won't listen. he picks me up bridal style and carries me down the stairs.

"Mr.Zimmerman." Harry whispers