No Angel- h.s

prologue

****FLASHBACK TO AROUND THE END OF SENIOR YEAR****

It was a cold morning in Holmes Chapel, I walked slowly to school. I was in no rush. I hated it there. The people. the classes and most of all...him. 

His name was Harry Styles, he was a "bad boy" if you will.  He made me dread school everyday.

He made me feel so insecure and bad about myself.

I don't even know what I even did to him. I can't wait for college, "I want to get out of this hell hole so bad," I thought to myself. 

I got an early exception to NYU and I would be moving to New York right after high school. I was ecstatic when I found I could leave this depressing town for good. I never want to come back. Ever.

I crossed the street and I saw a familiar car driving behind me. I knew that this wouldn't end well for me. It was Harry and his group of friends. Zayn, Louis and Niall. 

"Hey whore!"  Harry shouted with amusement in his voice. After he said it I immediately hear his friends laugh. I looked back at them, turned around, and kept walking.  

I have no idea why they think that what they are doing to me is okay... They are awful people and I will never have respect for any of them.

Although they never actually have physically harmed me, the emotional pain they inflicted upon me  was the worst that I have ever endured. 

They shouted vulgar things at me on a daily basis. What hurt even more was that I was once in love with one of them. 

Harold Edward Styles. 

I broke up with him. I did it because I went to live with my older sister Elizabeth in Bristol for a year and our relationship was in a bad place, there were trust issues that we had. We were trying to resolve them, but he was just to doing whatever he wanted without thinking about who he was hurting.

I didn't want to be with person who only thought about himself. The Harry that treats me like this five days a week is not the Harry that I fell in love with two years ago.