Same Mistakes [Harry Styles FanFic]

Dinner With Him.....

The dinner scene!!!! Okay then well this part is dedicated to Camo!! Username; camowamo writing My Daily Routine! KK on to the story now...

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Emma's POV

"Harry?" No. Not him. Please of all people in this town, why his family. Anne was so sweet and Gemma seemed sweet too. Then there's Harry...

He looked at me wide-eyed.

"Darlings! Dinner is ready!"

I quickly turned around and scurried towards the table. Fish'n'Chips! Yum, my favorite! I sat next to Gemma and Anne. Gemma and I talked about how she went to a uni in London and how I was moving to California after this year with my bestfriend. As I was saying that I was moving to California, I saw Harry tense up. I looked at him questioningly. His eyes had shocked written all over them. Why would he care if I was leaving Cheshire. He didn't care about me, that's why he beats me so much. 

When we finished I brought Anne, Gemma and my plate to the kitchen. Anne said "Harry help Emma out!'

He stood up and walked towards me. He rolled his eyes in disgust. We walked down to the kitchen which was on the complete opposite of the house. I placed the plates in the sink and cleaned them off. Harry wasn't helping whatsoever. And when I was walking out to leave Harry 'accidentally' stuck out his foot that I tripped over. My temple hit the corner of the island in the kitchen. I remember seeing thaat evil glare in his eyes before I completely blacked out.

****30 minutes later****

"Guys I think she regaining consciousness!" I try to move my fingers and my toes.

"She's moving her fingers!" I heard my mother say.

I try to lift my eyelids up, But it's no use. They're like fifty pound boulders on my eyes. I can feel strength refuel me again and slowly push myself up. I rub my eyes and now successfully open them. I see Gemma, Anne, Jacob, and my mum. No Harry, obviously. He wouldn't care even if I died right there on the spot. I slowly bring myself up to stand. I then walk to my room after saying goodbye to Gemma and Anne.

I sit on my bed and start to sob hysterically. I don't know if I can go through another 9 months of this. Emma! Pull yourself together! You can do this!

**one week later**

Today, I decided to walk to school. A ten minute walk wouldn't hurt. It'll give me time to think to myself.

I soon arrive at the school doors with Charley waiting there. 

"You walked here! Girl thay's like 3 quarters of a mile! How can you do that!?"

I laughed, "I really don't know Charley, I don't know!" I said sarcastically.

Charley kept talking about how she got on a new volleyball club team. She was middle and would always get to spike. She's really good at she's fantastic. Me. No muscle in my body does sports. That's why I have an F in Physical education.

We arrive at our lockers. I write on my whiteboard that I have a Physics test on Friday. I then hear Harry say "God, Emma is such a loser! Her father probably killed himself out of embarassment of her."

That's it.

No one. I mean no one. Talks about my father and how he died in that car crash.

"That's it Harry. I have taken all of your words and actions but I will never! I mean NEVER! Let you talk about my father that way!" I then slapped him. It felt really good but then that feeling was diminished by the consequences. He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. He ran outside and threw me to the ground. He kicked my stomach several times. And on the eighth kick. I heard a crack. My ribs. He then punched my jaw and kciked my back. He then got up and jumped on my left leg. SNAP! I cringed and yelped from the overwhelming pain. He then punched my temple so hard that I blacked out in an instant.

*****VISION*****

I woke up. But I wasn't in the school parking lot, I was in an angelic place. It was perfect, angels were singing, and children were laughing. I then glanced to my left and saw my father. Now I knew what this place was. Heaven. 

"Dad!" I ran up to him embracing him in a hug. 

"I wanna stay here forever Dad."

"Honey, you can't stay. It's not your time, darling."

"Dad! I wanna stay here! NO!!" I then feel myself falling.

*****Vision over*****

I feel myself awakening. But I can't see anything. It's all black. But I know I am alive. I can feel my warm-blood rushing through my veins and my heart pumping. I could feel someone holding my hand. I held it back. Then I heard a gasp. "Guys! She's moving!" I heard someone say. Sounding like my mother. I try with all my being to open my eyes. But I can't. I can't! I then find myself falling back asleep and starting my new dream.

 *DREAM* (again)

I open my eyes and I'm in my school gym. It wasn't like a regular day. The gym was decorated with stars hanging from the ceiling, dangling from our heads. I turned around and saw the banner that spelled out "PROM". Great. Prom.

I realized I was standing in the middle of the dance floor. I tried to move to see Charley. But my legs wouldn't move. I began to panic. What the flip is going on?

I then recognize a tall figure with those lucious curls walking towards me. His face wasn't dark and tight, it was lightened and a smile formed on his lips. I then try to move again but my legs won't let me. Why are dreams so weird?! He then comes up to me and grabs my waist. I cringe.

"Please. P-please don't h-hurt m-m-me."

His face softened. His eyes filled with sadness. But why? Why would he feel sympathy for me after all he's done? My legs finally let me move and I run out of that place faster than Usain Bolt. I was in a pink promdress that went to about mid-calf. I took large strides causing the dress to rip. I soon tripped and fell crying my eyes out. I then look up and see that same tall figure.

*END OF DREAM*

I jolted up. Fully awake. Dreams are strange, aren't they? I look around and see my mother. She had red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. I looked to my left and saw Anne. She also had tear-stained cheeks. 

"What happened?" I asked not remembering a thing.

"Honey, you were beaten by someone, no one knows who yet. Harry got the principal and called 911. The people who beat you fled before the ambulance came." Anne replied.

Then my mother chirped in, "Honey and about an hour ago, your heart began to have some heart defects," she was tearing up at the scene, "you died for about 7 minutes but we soon revived you."

That dream about my father was real. I actually saw heaven. I saw my father for the first time in who knows how many years.

"The police are still trying to catch the yound man who hurt you like this."

Then the memories came flushing back to me. It was Harry. Harry did this. He almost killed me. 

I then asked if I could get up to use the bathroom. I didn't need to use the bathroom, I needed to get up and get out of that brick you call a bed. I pulled up my crutches and walked to the bathroom. It was down the hall. 

As I was hobbling I kept wondering. If Harry almost killed me, why would he have called the police. Oh wait, to not get caught. For trying to help. I shook my head in disgust. I then looked up and saw someone in the waiting room, probably 50 feet away from me. 

It was Harry. His knees were hitting his tanned face. He was crying. Hard. 

I heard him mutter to himself, "She's not dead Harry, she's okay." He kept repeating that.

Wait,WHAT?!