Broken || h.s. AU (Special Edition)

Chapter 1 - Harry Styles

*trigger warning: lowkey sexual harassment/bullying, food content*
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Chapter 1- Harry Styles

Julia's P.O.V.

My eyes open to an unfamiliar room. I pause for a moment in confusion. Then it rushes back to me. I know where I am.

I'm back on earth.

This is it.

This is my first day of being a guardian angel.

I don't understand how I've gotten here, but I need to search out for the boy I will be protecting.

His name is Harry Styles. I have no clue what he looks like. I just know he's unstable, a constant source of trouble.

I roll out of bed, looking down at myself. I'm wearing a white dress that goes down to my knees. I grimace at the plain design and scratchy material.

My eyes wander around the room. Everything has a creamy color, elegant patterns etched into the wood or depicted in the material. It bears a vague familiarity to the white room that I now can't seem to draw to mind. I know it happened, but my head almost aches when I try to picture it. So I push it aside, slowly standing up and looking around the room.

I finally see a closet and walk over, sliding the doors open. I smile a little, finding a few simple pairs of jeans and multiple solid colored T-shirts.

Suddenly a shrill ring echoes through the room. I sigh, looking down at my bare feet. My toes curl inwards, burying themselves in the soft carpet. I shuffle over to a silvery box on the wall that's emitting the sound and cautiously push the flashing button. An intercom.

A light voice, tinged with a soft and faint Spanish accent that anyone would envy is on the other line.

"Julia, your clothes are in your closet. Breakfast is served at 7:30, and the bus arrives at 7:45."

I bite my lip and murmur back slowly. "Thank you..."

A quiet click indicates the end of the conversation, and the button stops flashing. I slowly walk over to my window, looking up. I'm surprised to see I'm on the second story of a large house- almost a mansion.

What. On. Earth.

What is this, some kind of foster home for guardian angels?

This whole situation still feels surreal, it feels like a dream that I'll wake up from any moment now.

I look around for a clock, finding a small black alarm clock on the side table next to the bed. It's already close to seven fifteen.

I return to the closet and pull out a plain white tshirt and jeans that are at least one size too big, but as I slip the itchy dress over my head, a startled gasp escapes me when I see it.

Going horizontally, all the way across my abdomen is a gruesome burn scar.

The skin is a mottled and spotted color, some spots pale cream and others a faded maroon. The vaguely rectangle burn is uneven, bumpy and ragged all the way across. When I brush my shaking fingertips over it, I'm horrified when I don't feel a single thing. Even when I press, the area is numb. The hideous scar looks healed, as if it's years old, but it's noticeable nonetheless.

It takes me a few minutes before I can tear my attention away from the horrible scar, and even after I do, it stays ingrained in my mind.

But I'm at last able to distract myself when I pull on my new clothes and continue looking around in the closet before finding a box of other necessary clothes. Socks, underwear, bras, and a few camis.