Broken (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Broken

(CHAPTER UNO)

(Her name is Michelle and shes 17)

I rolled myself out of bed knowing what the day might bring, silently I got out of bed making my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself realizing how tired I looked, I didn't sleep much only when I had the chance...which was never. I wasn't really pretty my hair was light brown I had light hazel eyes and I was average sized. I looked down at my wrists, my eyes getting watery. I sighed getting out of the bathroom and getting ready for school. I grabbed my black hoodie and my light blue skinny jeans, I slid on my shoes trying to avoid my father. My family was pretty messed up. My mother had died in a car accident 2 years ago, when I was 15. I had one sibling who was 19 but he left me and my father and I a year ago, when my dad became abusive. My father always thought the death of my mother was his fault and I never understood why I never asked because he'd probably go out and drink more. My father was diagnosed with depression about a year ago that's when he started becoming abusive he'd usually stay in his room. It all changed when one day he came home drunk and beat me leaving me with a broken arm. My brother tried helping me but left shortly after that. I haven't seen him since.

I slowly made my way downstairs realizing my dad had been at the table reading the newspaper. I grabbed a bowl and poured cereal in it before I could he yanked the cereal box from my hand.

"That's enough you're waisting food you're not even going to finish." his voice getting louder.

"But I-"

He got up from his seat yanking me by my hair, leading me to fall on the ground.

"I SAID ENOUGH!" he roared making me whimper.

He kicked me in my arm where he had kicked me last night I yelled out in pain.

"IT'S YOU'RE FAUT EVERYONE LEFT YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!" he grabbed his jacket and left. Leaving me laying there sobbing quietly. I slowly got up moaning in pain, I looked at my wrist seeing the big bruise forming over last nights bruise. I wiped the salty tears trickling down my cheek, I grabbed my backpack and headed to hell.

I made my way down the hallway of the school, everyone around me was happy, laughing talking about their boyfriends and plans they had, while I walked alone. I made my way to class when I suddenly got tripped.

"Oops! Sorry emo didn't see you there." Allen said; the schools jock everyone praises. Bursts of laughter were being exchanged around the hallway. I got up and speed walked to class trying to be invisible as possible.

I took my seat in the corner of the room where I was most comfortable, I sat there looking out the window waiting for class to start. The school bell had rung and kids ran to their seats the teacher coming in as well. Harry Styles sat in front of me he was beautiful he was the hottest guy in school and everyone praised him as well, but he never noticed anyone expect a hot girl and his douche bag friends. I was invisible to him, I was the "emo" girl to him. I hated how I isolated myself from everyone because everyone judged me from my past. No one in this school really bothered to ask me how my day was or how were things at home, because no one seemed to care. I sat there admiring his curls that swept across his face, he was beautiful but he was another douche bag. He was like everyone else who treated me like bullshit. He slowly turned around:

"Hey emo girl do you have a pencil?"

he said looking at me in disgust.

"I-i-"

"Hey stutter just shutup and give me one." he said annoyance in his voice.

It literally felt like someone had punched me in the face I was right he was like everyone else, my eyes getting watery he probably seemed to notice.

"Calm down emo it's just a joke, clearly you're not functioning well like always." he said turning his head to face the board. I sat there with a blank expression. Of course. The bell had rung and I got up making me bump into someone.

"Get off me, emo girl!"

A/N:

Hey guys sorry if it's short I didn't want to rush everything in one chapter. Hopefully it's not bad and no I didn't copy anyone these are all my ideas. Sorry if they're like sob stories, the story is gonna get better. If I find out anyone is copying this story I will honestly stop writing the story, because I put in a lot of work into this story. Anyways be sure to vote and fan me or whatever so I can continue! Leave comments too, thanks guys muahh.