Never Give Up: Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fiction

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Chapter 8

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I was shocked at the soft trail that led its way up my neck. I was shocked that Harry'd reacted like that; it was genuine, and I could tell. I was shocked at his beautiful words, and even more so at the amazing eyes that locked onto mine in that moment. I didn't know how to respond, so I just smiled at him before letting out a deep sigh.

"Do you feel better?" Harry asked me in slight spark of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, still only inches from mine. I did. I felt like all the bad energy, all the hard feelings, everything had just been released. For the first time since the accident, I felt truly happy. Before I wasn't sure how I felt about being chosen by a popstar; I wasn't sure that I wanted that kind of life. Now I was sure that I did. Harry was the only person who'd ever made me feel like this, and I was never going to give that up, no matter what happened. He was like my drug. The more I took, the more addicted I became. 

"Yeah," I breathed, my voice still shaking slightly. "I don't really talk about it much. This is actually the first time I've really tried, and it feels good to let go of all the hurt." I finished my sentence, regaining my composure. 

"It's good to let it out," Harry agreed, his messy curls tickled the edges of my face, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Do other people know?" Before I could answer, the heavy wooden door on the other side of the room opened as the dancers began to return from their lunch break. I quickly glanced at my watch to find it was nearly 2:30, and time for the second half of the rehearsal to start. Just as I was about to shoo Harry out before too many of the girls got curious, many of them looked Harry over clearly recognizing him. It was too late. I could hear many voices beginning to whisper his name, and they all started to creep forward to see if it was actually him. I noticed Harry cringing slightly as the others got closer. 

"Are you the Harry Styles?" Someone asked boldly. Harry's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "It is him!" No longer unsure, the group rushed forward, bombarding Harry with yells and questions. Everyone's voices raised trying to speak over each other, until there was nothing but screaming. It sounded like there was a thousand girls here instead of a mere twenty or so. I glanced over at Harry to see he was starting to freak out. I knew the attention was making him nervous with the girls being so close, him having no protection, and nowhere to run.

"Stop!" I shouted, angry that they were making Harry uncomfortable. My outburst shocked the group, although I wasn't sure how they'd heard me over their own ruckus. "Can't you see that you're freaking him out? He can't hear with all of you screaming at once anyway. Just back off!" Several girls looked offended, but for the most part the girls were simply appalled to hear me raise my voice.

"You back off, slut," responded a voice from the back of the crowd. "You don't make the fucking rules." I looked around horrified to see many other girls nodding in agreement. I couldn't even think of a good response, so I just stood there looking like a moron.

"Not even going to defend yourself?" Another called. More voices joined in the mix, creating a cacophony of insults, each growing worse than the last. I could feel my eyes begin to water again. I took a blurry glance back at Harry, who I'd tried to defend. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why wasn't he supporting me? Why wasn't he stopping this?

"Maybe that car accident gave her brain damage," I heard someone else comment. "Now get your stupid ass out of the way before we break both of your legs again." I had no idea what I'd ever done to deserve such treatment. I'd never shared a word with ninety percent of the girls in this room before, so I didn't understand why they were saying these things to me. I took a final look at Harry, begging him to fight for me. He was silent. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I didn't want this life like I thought I did. Maybe Harry didn't love me like he said he did. I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Fine," I responded with a shaky voice, my tears threatening to spill over. "He's all yours." I stepped aside, not listening to Harry's cries of protest as I fled from the room. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, but most of all, I needed to be away from this place. I didn't care if I got fired. I don't know how I'd be able to come back to this studio after today anyway; I couldn't face the dancers and all the horrible things they said. I ran out of the building and up the street. I couldn't deal with all the thoughts that were running through my head; I just had to get away. I pelted down the street as fast as my legs would carry me, hot tears blurring my vision. I never stopped to find out where I was. I didn't care. Suddenly the shriek of a horn, and the sound of twisting metal filled the air. I couldn't process what was happening until it was all too late, and I was consumed by deep and utter blackness.

[Author's Note] Ooooh! What do you guys think happened? What do you think will happen next? Let me know in a comment below, and if you loved it, don't forget to vote and fan! 

-M