Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 1

As I left my average sized house, I carried my bag on my shoulder for school. This dreadful Monday had barely started and I was already tired of school. Sanders High School is probably the most hard working schools in Hermosa Beach. Hell, it might be the most hard working school in California. The school seems lovely to the parents, but for us students, it was the definition of shithole.

I wouldn't say that I'm one that talks to many people, but I also wouldn't say that I am an antisocial person. I talk to a few people, but my only actual friend is Britney Hall. I can't tell you all the shit we have been through together. She's like me but prettier and more social. The rest of the students at school seemed to know her well. But we have been friends since maybe eighth grade. We have stood next each other for three years.

I wasn't  the only one that walked this way. I see a few people walk the same way that I do but I don't really know them. My neighborhood isn't bad. There isn't many break ins around here because most people in my neighborhood have burglar alarms and car alarms. The only thing that kept this neighborhood on their toes was the asshole of a guy that got anything and everything he wanted; Harry Styles.

He is the only guy that ruins my life. I would be perfectly fine if he just left me alone. But no, he always has to mess with the innocent girl that did nothing at all. Our little battle for victory isn't going very well. The score is probably like Harry: 1,000 and Faithlyn: 0.

I finally made it the front gates and found my way to my locker. I attempt to open the blue rusty locker the first time but it doesn't open. I curse under my breath and try again. 14 right, skip, 32 left, 44 right. I hear the familiar click of the locker opening as I pull it open. It took me a lot less tries than usual. I was about to reach into my locker to grab one of the notebooks until the door of my little square locker went flying shut and nearly slammed my fingers in. I look at the person responsible for pissing me off before first period even started and I see none other than Harry.

" Decided to come to school today I see you fucking whore." Harry said pushing me up against the lockers. I looked away from his face and just watched as people passed by, not bothering to see that I needed help. " Look at me when I talk to you!" He yelled before his palm connected with my cheek harshly as I winced. My hand covered over the hot skin.

" Harry, please stop." I begged.

" Oh I see, little Faithlyn wants to ditch and go home so she can cry and cover her bruised face with even more makeup that isn't already plastered on it." He fake pouted. My lip started to tremble.

" I haven't done anything to make you mad. Why can't you just leave me by myself?" A knot built up in my throat as my voice sounded small and helpless.

" True." He paused. " But you're my personal toy to play with." He whispers against my ear.

" Find a new toy, Harry." I looked him in the eyes as I spoke. I started walking away to find Britney, but then I felt a big hand wrapped around my wrist. Harry yanked me back to him and slammed me against the lockers again. My back curved in pain. I can already tell that there will be bruises there as well.

" You can't run away from me, Faithlyn." He whispers once more. His fingers brushed up my thigh. I smacked his hand off. " Watch it, Missy. Or you'll stay at my house extra long."

" Give me a reason why I shouldn't call the police." I fired back.

" I have connections at the police station. Either way, if you call I can easily get out and it will only make things worse on you." He caressed my face.

" Harry, leave her alone." Britney appeared. Harry backed away from me. He gave me one last look.

" Come find me after school." He winked at me and showed off his devious smile that scared me the most.

" Are you okay?" Britney asked.

" Yeah, I'm fine." No, I'm not. I think to myself.

" Why do you even put up with him?" She asked as we walked to class.

" I have no choice." I sighed.

" How?"

" He says it will only make things worse."

After I spoke, Britney was completely silent. We walked in the classroom to see only a few people already in the class including the teacher. As I sat down in the back next to Britney, the bell rang for class to begin. More people started walking in. And last, the devil walked in and looked right at me. He smirked. I put my foot up in the chair but he ended up sitting on my legs. I struggled to pull my feet out from under him as he just sat there and smiled.

I finally got my feet out. I tried to pay attention but Harry kept trying to mess with me while I was writing down the notes on the board. He would play with my hair, put his legs in my lap, steal my notebook so he could copy what I was writing, text my phone just to annoy me because my phone does not stay silent, the lowest it goes to is vibrate. He snickered every time it vibrated.

And other times when he wasn't annoying me, he slipped his hand under my shirt just to get the feel of my skin. I continuously smacked his hand or pulled it out but then He would look at me with some sort of death glare that could possibly kill.





End of School. . . .



The bell rang for us to leave. I hurried quickly to get out of school so Harry wouldn't find me. As I saw the gates and I was about to get out, a big hand grabbed my forearm and yanked me back.

" Nice try, slut." He said as we walked to his car. He pulled me all the way over to the car and let me go as he unlocked it. I hopped in and stared out the window as he drove. I could feel him staring at me but I didn't bother to look at him.

" I don't see what I did to make you hate me so much." He spoke finally after five minutes of driving. I was shocked.

" Are you kidding me?" I finally looked at him as he stared at me innocently.

" Why do you hate me?" He asked seriously.

" Maybe it's because you bullied me for three years and you force me to have sex with you because you're lonely." I explain furiously.

" For the record, I don't think it's bullying. I believe it's called annoying someone. And I don't force you to have sex with me because I'm lonely." He denied.

" Oh really, then what's your reason?" I asked.

" Never mind." He said quietly.

" Just admit it." I said.

" No, I won't admit it because it's not true. Since when did you take an interest in my life?" He started to get mad.

" Beats me." The rest of the car ride was silent until we pulled up to the house that I recognized. We both hopped out of the car and Harry led me up to his room. Once I was in, he shut the door and locked it. He walked over to me and started smiling, but I was completely pissed off and was not smiling. He put his hands on my waist and kissed my lips. he pulled me on top of him on the bed as he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved up and down on my waist when he started pulling off my shirt.

He flipped us over so he was now on top of me. He went down and kissed me slowly and roughly. My hands moved to his chest and I started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off. He went back down to kiss me. I moved my hands down to the button of his pants and unbuttoned it and slipped them off as Harry pulled off mine. He moved his head into the crook of my neck and left love bites. I slipped my underwear off as he did the same still with his head in my neck.

I really didn't want to do it and I think Harry could tell. " Don't be scared, Faithlyn." He smiled. " I'm gonna make you feel good, baby. I promise." These were the kind of words that made me feel like I like him. But I can't and I won't because he still hurts me. " Are you okay? You don't look like yourself." He asked as he was still on top of me.

" I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." I said trying to ignore the feeling of liking him.

" Don't be like that, babe. Just relax." He wasn't making this easy. He lowered his hips as I gasped at the pain and feeling. Then I started to believe what he was saying earlier. He moved in and out at a slow pace. I wrapped my hands around his back pulling him closer and not wanting the feeling stop. As he went deeper into his thrusting, my nails dug into his back. I started to moan at the feeling that I enjoyed. I moaned his name and I knew he liked it cause he started smiling.

I moved my head to Harry's neck and started sucking on it. He moaned as his hands tightened around my waist.

Soonly it was over and he collapsed on top of me. His sweating body rubbed on mine. After a few minutes of catching my breath I finally broke the silence. " Can I go home now?" I asked.

" Nope." He replied.

" Why?"

" Because I want you here."