Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter 10

>>Thalias POV<<

After trying to convince Vanessa that nothing was going on with me and Harry, and her throwing a shoe at my head, I made my way back home, wondering whether I regretted kissing Harry or not. I mean, I enjoyed it, but knowing he is my bully I-I just don't know.

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"I'm sorry, what?" I yell, then slap a hand over my mouth.

"Do not yell at me!" Father kicked me to the ground. "Your going to sleep with men for my money to keep you alive." He said while kneeling down and prodding my chest. Or for your 'Booze'.

"B-But-"

"No buts!" He pulls me off the floor by my hair.

"Father I'm 17 I can't do that-"

"You'll do what ever the fuck I say." He growls, "I am your father, you do what ever I say."

After he pushed me to the ground again, I let a small tear slip down my face.

I can't sell my body to men, t-that's just wrong! I'm not a prostitute, well I don't want to be one.

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I woke up the next day, the thought of having to sleep with someone I've never even met tonight makes me sick. I quickly hopped out of bed and into the shower, washing and shaving my body. I brushed my teeth when I got out, and washed my face.

I decided to straighten my natural curls today, I think I prefer it straight, it's just that it takes a while, but today I woke up earlier

20 minutes later, I had finished and styled my hair. I put on concealer under my eyes, and on the bruise that had formed on my face. I put on a couple of strokes of mascara, then some cat eye eyeliner. I bronzed my face a little bit, then got changed.

I changed into a grey, quatre length top, black high waisted skinny jeans, a cardigan, black boots and a black bag. My usual outfit, I'm plain and boring. I added a rose gold necklace today.

I walked out the door, and started my journey to school.

"Oohh Thaliaaa." My breath hitched, and I stopped. My hair was grabbed, forcing me to turn around.

"How's my precious girl?" Oliver smirked. I didn't answer. "Answer me!" He punched me in the stomach.

"I-I'm good." I said, winded.

He smirks, before throwing me to the ground. I smacked my head against the concrete, wincing in pain. He climbed on top of me, and threw punches at my face. I cried out in pain, before I starts to feel numb.

My vision was slowly turning black, and I passed out.

*

>>Harry's POV<<

I was running extremely late for school, since my car had packed up on me, what ever is wrong with it needs to sort itself out.

I walked quickly to school, and on the way I saw a person on the floor. I wondered what was happening, so I speed walked towards the person.

I realised it was a girl the closer I got, then I saw it was Thalia.

"Thalia! Fuck!" I kneeled beside her, she looked pretty beat up. I felt her pulse, and was thankful she was alive, she was just unconscious.

I picked her up bridal style I'm my arms, before speed walking extremely fast all the way home.

Once I got through the door, I rushed to my bedroom, laying her on the bed and then going to the bathroom to get first aid equipment.

I patted some alcohol on her cuts with a cotton ball, glad she couldn't feel the stinging sensation, though she's probably feeling worse.

I put an ice pack on her face to numb down the puffy bruises, swallowing a lot to stop myself from crying.

I want to know who done this to her.

After around 5 minutes or sitting here and holding an ice pack against Thalias face, her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"U-uh Ha-rry what's going on?" Thalia stuttered.

"Who done this to you?" I ask her, she held the ice pack so I moved my arm away. She sat up a bit.

"Ughh." She groaned in pain, leaning her head back.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask.

She answers, "No this ice pack is fine, thank you for helping me."

"Your welcome." I reply, "W-Who done this?"

"Oliver." She shortly answered.

"Fucking prick." I muttered, although I was mentally shouting to myself that I put her through this.

I opened my mouth, going to ask her something, but instead of talking I made a weird noise, which made her look up at me in confusion. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as she let out the most gorgeous giggle I've ever heard.

"What?" She giggled.

"I was going to ask you if you'd like to come to dinner with me tonight?" I say, looking down.

I want to apologise to her, and I know it's going to take time but this can be one way of apologising.

"Harry.. I-"

"I understand f you don't want to go." I swallow, fiddling with my fingers.

"Okay, I will." She smiles lightly.

"Really?! Wow I was uh, expecting you to say no." I scratch the back of my neck.

"Why?" She asks, "I mean like, why do you want me to come with you?"

"I guess it's one way of apologising." I shrug. "So well.. It's a posh restaurant but not a extremely posh restaurant."

"Okay." She smiled genially, it's the first time I've seen her smile like that. Where she actually means it. It was beautiful.

"I'll pick you up at 7 tonight."

Thalia smiles, "7 it is."

OKAY SO YOUR PROBABLY LIKE

"THIS IS GOING TO QUICK"

OR

"WHAT THE FUCK HE BULLIE HER FOR 1 AND A HALF YEARS AND THEYRE GOING ON A DATE?!"

JUST REMEMBER IM THE AUTHOR ANS I DONT GIVE A SHIT WHAT YA SAY IF ITS NOT A NICE COMMENT SO YA'LL BETTER KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT IF THATS WHAT YOUR GONNA SAY.

JUST REMEMBER, ITS A SHORT STORY AND THAT SHE HASNT FULLY FORGIVEN HIM YET.