Love Me...? - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Prologue

Charlie's POV

'Just a few more hours.'

'Just a few more hours of hell.'

'It's not much longer.'

Why was thinking so strange? Why couldn't I pull my thoughts together? As I was lost in one of my infamous dazes, I bumped into someone. Who could it have been? Well, it was the one  and only Christa Jones. Of course. It had to be 'Miss Popularity'. It had to be the most snotty girl in the entire... world. 

"Watch where you're going, nerd!" Complained her whining voice that nobody wants to hear.

"Sorry - not sorry..." Well, that was my sass for you!

"Are you really trying to sass me?"

"Maybe I am." Keep your cool, Charlie.

"Well maybe you should think about what you're going to do and say before you go around acting like your stupid, bitchy self! And you know what, Charlo-" I cringed at 1) The use of my name, and 2)Her high pitched, annoying voice.

"Can you stop talking before my ear drums bleed, Christina?" She looked taken aback by my use of her full name. Maybe I took it too far, because the next thing I know her foot is stepping on mine. Stilettos and flip-flops, who do you think won? That wasn't it. Punches were thrown at my face, chest and stomach. I'm pretty sure I was bleeding from my nose, lip and probably internally. Okay, that was an embellishment because it's been significantly worse before. I know, right?

_*Thirty Minutes Later*_

I was hobbling my way down the long and unforgiving paths to my house. Just to be safe, I made sure that nobody was in my way or was watching me, but nobody can be one hundred percent sure, right? Limping down, minding my own business, my ankle just decides to twist itself and in the most unnatural way possible. Casually, I just collapsed due to the unbearable pain in my left ankle, lip, nose, stomach, and pretty much everywhere else. I'm sure I looked really attractive, but at this point I didn't really care. Oh god, what if someone saw me?! On the crowded streets of London and it's bound to happen! I have to get home to my 'mother'. Truth is, she was never really a mother or a humane person at all to me. Or anyone.

STAY FOCUSED CHARLIE!

I need to get home before my 'mother' realizes that school ended like an hour ago. But why would she care? She hasn't given a crap less about what goes on in my life other than if I'm making any money to buy her booze to intoxicate her deeper into her drunken blur of a life.

Oh my Peeta! While I was off ranting about my mother in the void that is my brain somebody had noticed me and was currently walking towards me with a confused expression. My Peeta, was he gorgeous with his Chestnut curls and hypnotizing green eyes. Dear lord, help me. With all the strength that I had left in my body, I stood up (in agony) and tried my best to get home. Luckily, home was just down the road. Well, it was half lucky half unlucky as the sooner I got home, I got away from that handsome stranger, but when I got home I went to hell almost literally with the amount of times that mother had almost set the entire house on fire in one of her unforgettable drunken rages.

I finally got home, where there was a fresh beating waiting for me as soon as I got to the inside of the door.

"Where were you, slut?!" slurred mother.

"School, ma'am."

"Were you? Then why are you still  the stupid piece of shit that I first gave birth to? You're fat and ugly , too!" Abruptly, she shakes her head and mutters something under her breath along the lines of, "Honestly, how did I give birth to such a horrible mistake?"

"I'm sorry for being the accident of the family, mother." I choked out the saying that the devil herself made me repeat every day of my life.

"Good girl, you finally understand through that thick blonde hair that I'm pretty sure poisoned your brain!"

Yeah, like that alcohol with you, she-devil!

"Excuse me?!"

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did, whore!" She bullied me with words after my accidental slip of the tongue. Way to go, Charlie! "You're nothing but a-" Cutting me with a knife she found strewn on the floor with every syllable, she continues her sentence and many others, "filthy," One cut  "stupid," Two cuts  "dumb," Three cuts  "ugly,"  Four cuts  "fat," Five cuts  "bitch!" And five more. Our routine continued like that for about three hours until I was covered in cuts and bruises. That night was one of the many nights that I had cried myself to sleep.

Little did I know that this was only the beginning.

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(A/N:

Heyy guysssss! I'm new to Wattpad, so plz teach me your ways! No, but srsly I would really appreciate your feedback and advice. This is my first fanfic ever, so idk exactly how to write one, but (hehe butt) yolo. Ima try not to make the A/N's too long cuz I hate long A/N's soo byeeeeeee baes!

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