Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 1: " He always fixes my problems."

Sasha's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

" Ugh! Not again." I groaned.

Monday. The day I've been dreading all weekend... Well I dread everyday that I have to go to this pri-- I mean school, but this is the day of the week that everyone's the most crankiest. It's my 1st most feared day and my 2nd is Friday. I know what you're thinking, " Shouldn't you be happy it's Friday so you can escape whatever you're so afraid of?" Well yes, but it also happens to be the day everyone is most energetic... and more energy... Means worser treatment for me.

" Sasha! Wake up now!" my mother yelled from down stairs.

" I'm up!" I replied standing up from my bed, unwillingly might I add.

Once my feet hit the cold tile floor, I immediately felt a shiver run down my spine and already regretted getting up. I looked at my alarm clock, which read 6:45 am.

" What's the point in me getting up so early if no matter how I look, nobody likes me?" I mumbled.

I walked over to my closet and reached for the handle getting ready to open it. A tingle shot up my arm as I remembered.

~ Flashback~

" Daddy! My door's broken again!" I wailed.

As he walked in, he looked at my bedroom door and inspected it.

" What are you talking about? Your door's perfectly fine!" he said.

I face palmed and giggled " Wrong door genius."

He was confused before I pointed to my closet door.

" Oh!" he yelled in realization. " Well no fear, Sash. Super Daddy is here to save the day!" he made a Super Man pose.

He grabbed the knob and started to jiggle it, trying to get it open. He kept doing that for about 2 minutes with no such luck... And of course the knob had to fall out. He groaned and ran out of the room.

He entered again about 1 minute later with something I believed to be called a screwdriver. He then reattached the handle to the door and turned to me with a grin on his face.

" Told you I could do it!" he screamed pointing a finger to me.

I swear, sometimes I wonder if my daddy is secretly my age, 5 years old, and just trapped in a grown man's body. He sure acts like it.

I grinned up at him. Someday, I wish to marry someone as great as him. I mean, like he said, he is a Super Daddy. My daddy.

He always fixes my problems.

~ End of Flashback ~

I felt a tear drop on my hand and realized I was sobbing in a fetal position. I felt my cheek for any stray tears and found that they were streaming down my face. I quickly scrambled off of the ground and looked at the digital clock, near my now messy bed.

7:15 am

Oh my gosh! School starts in 15 minutes! I dashed to my dresser, not wanting to have another flashback, and grabbed a random pair of sweatpants, a tank top, a sweatshirt, and my pair of UGG boots and changed the fastest I have in my whole life. I then rapidly brushed my teeth and hair, also all in record time.

As I ran down stairs, almost falling down the stairs in the process of doing so, I passed my mom and kissed her cheek, then ran out the door running towards school.

Hopefully my day doesn't get any worse.

And hopefully I didn't just jinx it.

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Wow, I feel like a preschooler going into class for the first time... Afraid. As I walked in I felt the usual death glares from everyone as they glared at my head as I walked by. I got to my locker and opened it up hoping not to get even more noticed... But of course luck is just not on my side today.

" Hey!" I heard someone bark besides me.

I tried to ignore it... I should know by now that that's never a good idea.

Slam.

The locker door was slammed shut on my hand. To make it even better it was my right hand, the one that I write with. I felt the pain shoot up my hand and knew it would bruise badly and is possibly broken.

" Shouldn't you know by now that you aren't supposed to ignore me, bitch?" he whispered harshly in my ear.

I bit as hard down on my lip as I could, in order to not scream out in agony.

" Heh." he smirked at my pain. " Don't bite your lip, babe. That's my job." he whispered seductively , or rather attempted to. It's funny since he doesn't faze me, like he does with all of the other girls.

He then swiftly walked away leaving me in shock.

That my friends, was Blake Carter... And he is one of the reasons I'm so scared of this place.

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" Alright, class see you tomorrow and don't forget about the assignment due tomorrow." Mr. McAdams dismissed us.

Thats my cue to run.

I got up from my seat and ran to my locker and got my book bag, as best as I could with my hand... Which I had to go to the nurse for, to wrap for me. I then began to run again.

" Woah, Woah, Woah, where do you think you're going, Tatum?" I heard Blake yell from behind me, but I didn't care. I kept running.

As I ran out the school doors, I nearly knocked some people down, which earned me comments such as:

" Watch it, Slut!"

and

" Are you running to go buy a pregnancy test, you little whore?"

Those are some comments that made me confused. How am I a "slut" if I never even had sex? I look at that as an accomplishment, where as most of the girls in my school think being a virgin means you're a loser and that having sex at 17 means that at least you know you're capable of getting some from every guy in the school. Well, sorry for wanting to save it for the person I'm in love with and for wanting to keep my dignity and not get a STD. Also, how am I a whore if I never even had a boyfriend? Ugh! Their logic pisses me off.

I continued running down the sidewalk, surprised that I haven't fallen while I was distracted by my own thoughts. I heard footsteps pounding on the concrete behind me and picked up my pace. I knew it was Blake... I just knew it. Good thing I'm better at running now then I was when I was 5.

" Bitch, just stop already! You coward!" I heard him yell.

It's like he thinks thats my name. "Bitch." That's what he mostly calls me anyway. He needs to learn that my name is Sasha Aria Tatum, dammit!

As I turned the corner I ran straight into, what felt like a brick wall, but noticed it was just some dude's chest. He quickly caught me and I looked up into his eyes. They are gorgeous. Emerald green.

Before I could say sorry, I remembered my scenario and looked back. Blake was now getting closer and closer by the second. I panicked and started running again. I was almost there. So close, but yet so far away. Good thing my mom thinks I'm a klutz. Just one problem.

What's my story this time?

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" Respect people's feelings. Even if it doesn't mean anything to you... It could mean

everything to them."

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I hope you guys liked this chapter and if you did...Well... Don't worry I'm not going to pressure you into commenting, voting, or following me because you can do that if you want to... So yeah.

Just letting you know that the idea of this story came to me by a dream that I keep having, so that's where I got the inspiration :P. Oh and my name's Analuiza... But you can call me Ana... Or Luiza... Or Analuiza. Whatever you want. <3