The only one -Harry Styles-

Nowhere to Run

I walked through the doors, everyone's heads turning to look at me. Boys eyes traveled up and down my body, and girls glared at me. Harry came over to me, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. I started grinding on him, and when I felt his large 'buddy' against my butt, I started laughing. His lips made their way down to my ear, " You know, I always had a crush on you, Hayley," He whispered. I stepped back shocked, and he leaned in, giving me a light peck on the lips. " I'll be right back. Gonna go grab us some drinks. Meet me at those couches," he said, pointing to the couple unoccupied couches in the corner of the room. I made my way over, sitting down. A couple guys came up to me, flirting with me, before I not-so-nicely told them to leave. I was growing inpatient. How long does it take to get two drinks? It had been too long. Maybe something happened. I got up, looking around the whole first floor. Not here. I decided to search the second floor, even though he probably wouldn't be up he- "Oh! Harry!!" I heard a girly moan come from one of the rooms. My eyes watered. That can't be him in their right? He just told me he liked me. It isn't him... right?? My tears blurred my vision. My hands were trembling as I slowly twisted the knob and opened the door. What I saw before me made me gasp. More and more tears flowed down my face. "God Damn it can't you kno- Oh My God... HAYLEY!!!" Harry yelled as I ran out of the room. I can't believe he would do this to me. I can't believe SHE would do this to me. I thought she was my best friend....

I slowly found my way home, since I had my friend drive me here. I slowly snuck in the house and started making my way upstairs when, BAM!! I heard a large crash from downstairs. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU LITTLE WHORE" thus was not the right time for me, and the words just slipped out of my mouth... "FUCK OFF!!!" I screamed, before both of our eyes widened.

Let's just say that tonight I went to bed with blood covering my body. I would feel the bruises forming, and I ached all over. It was my fault. It always is. But now... I have nowhere to run. I won't have anywhere to run to anymore. I can't escape. I just have to take the beatings and the blood and the bruises and the cuts and just the pure pain pulsing through my whole body. I have no one.