What Hurts The Most (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chap. 1

"No!" I screamed. Chris trapped me in a corner as he held a rope in one hand and a white cloth in the other. He put chloroform on the cloth earlier. "Come on baby. I know you love games!" I slid down the wall. "No! I hate the games you play! You hurt me!" He tilted his head and smirked. "That's because I love my games just like I love you." I shook my head. "I hate your games as much as I hate you!" His face turned dark. He walked over to me. He held the cloth closer and closer to my face. I jerked away. He grabbed my face and shoved it in my mouth. I started to scream but was fading.

I sat up and screamed. I touched my skin to make sure it was just a dream. I was covered in sweat. Kyle bust my door open. He was wearing only his boxers and held a pillow and stood in a fighting position. "Ivey! Are you ok!? Who was it!?" I tilted my head. "What are you going to do!? Have a pillow fight with him!?" He stood up. "Gurl, I'm sorry! It was the first thing I grabbed." I smiled. "Its ok." I held my knees up to my chest and rubbed my arms. Kyle walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back. "Was it a bad dream?" He asked. I shook my head. "Its those dreams again. I thought if we moved to a new place and out of America, they would stop but I was wrong." I sighed.  He hugged me. "I bet as the days past and we get settled in, they will go away." I nodded. "Now go back to sleep. You need plenty of rest so we can unpack the rest of our stuff." I nodded. He got up and grabbed his pillow and went back to his room. I laid back down and scooted over to a cool part of my bed. I didn't dream that night. The next thing I knew, I woke up to a smell of bacon. I sat up and stretched. I stood up and walked down stairs and saw Kyle in his boxers making bacon and a lot of it. I shook my head. "Sup gurl!" He said. I smiled. "Just waking up in the morning and not giving a single fuck!" Kyle laughed. "You are funny!" "I know!" I said in a weird girl voice. He put the bacon on a plate and as he turned around to get more, I took a piece and took a bite. It was hot but I ignored it. I finished the piece and Kyle turned back around and put the new pieces of bacon on the pan and looked at the plate of cooked bacon. "Hmm... Did you take a piece?" he asked. I put on a confused face and shook my head. "Umm... No. Why?" He smirked. "Ivey?" I busted out laughing. "Bad Ivey!" He shouted. I smiled. "Oh any guy would be lucky to be you! You're so much fun!" I said. "Gurl I know! I don't need to hear it everyday!" He said as he snapped his fingers. I laughed. "Well I'm going to change and get to a little bit of unpacking." I said as I stood up. "Ok! I'll help you once I'm finished with the new batch of bacon." "Ok!" He turned back around and I took the whole plate of bacon and ran upstairs. I looked my door as I heard Kyle scream. "Ivey Webb! I'm going to get you!" I laughed. I finished the plate and changed into a shirt with the sleeves cut off and I tucked the arm hole under my bra on my shoulder, back, and front. I threw on yoga pants and my converse. I put my hair up in a bun and put on a head band. I unlocked my door and walked downstairs and put my plate in the sink. I smirked at Kyle. "That bacon was delicious!" I said. He gave me a playful glare. "You'll pay!" I grabbed a box and unpacked the stuff out of it as Kyle went to throw on clothes. As soon I was done with the first box, Kyle came down in tennis shoes, shorts, and a tight shirt that he uses to run in and try and attract guys. I looked at him. "What?" He said. "Who's going to see you in that?" I asked. "If a nice guy comes over and gives us brownies or something to welcome us to the neighborhood. He gives us sweets and I'll give him my sweets." I face palmed myself and laughed. "You did not just say that!" I said. "Gurl I did!" He said as he snapped his finger. "Ok. Enough chit chat! Help me move the couch please?" We pushed it so it was in front of the fire place. Well its not really a fire place. Its more of a fake fire place with fake flames but it still gives off heat. He arranged the coffee table in front of the couch as I sat little table on each side of the couch. We hooked up the TV above the fake fire place. Kyle put stuff away in the kitchen as I carried boxes upstairs and put Kyle's boxes in his room and mine in my room and unpacked the box with the bathroom stuff and put them in our bathrooms. We have our own bathrooms in our rooms so we don't have to fight over a bathroom. I heard music playing down stairs. I walked down and Kyle had my computer on a radio station on. I helped him decorate the living room and kitchen and dining room. Just as soon as we were finished, Justin Bieber's song 'As Long As You Love Me' came on. We raced over and skipped the song. "Whew! That was close!" Kyle said as he whipped the fake sweat off of his forehead. Where we came from, all it was was, "Justin Bieber this," and "Justin Bieber that." It got annoying and we got annoyed by it and couldn't even look at his face for a long time. We decided we will not listen to him until the end of next year. We were unpacking the last box of pots and pans when the door bell rang. Kyle took his shirt off. I shook my head as she showed off his 6 pack. "What!? I need a guy!" I nodded. "I know." I said. I opened the door. A girl about a few years younger than me smiled and held a plate of cookies. "Hello." I said. "Hi! I'm Amy! I made you a batch of cookies! Welcome to the neighborhood!" I took the cookies and Kyle walked over and I could tell he was disappointed. I showed him the cookies. "Ohh! Cookies! Thanks!" He walked over and took the cookies and laid on the couch as the plate laid on his stomach. I looked back at Amy. "Hey are you two dating?" Amy asked. I shook my head. "Is he single?" I leaned against the door frame. "He's gay." I said. "Oh. Why do all the gay guys have to be the hot ones!" I giggled. "Damn right I am!" Kyle shouted. I laughed. "Well except for one guy who lives on the street." "Is he gay!?" Kyle yelled. "No! Sorry!" I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, he's a famous singer from a boy band called, 'One Direction.' You must of heard of them right?" I shook my head. "Really? But they are the worlds biggest boy band ever!" Amy shouted. "Sorry. Can you give me his name please? So if I see him, I don't bother him." She looked kind of confused at me but shook her head. "Harry Styles." I nodded. "Thank you." I smiled. "Welcome! Bye!" "Bye!" I closed the door and went on Google images. I saw his face. Dark curly hair, a beautiful smile, and green eyes. "Gurl he cute but not my type!." I jumped. "Kyle! You scared me!" He hugged me from behind. "I'm sorry. What do you think of this Styles guy?" I tiled my head. "Well he is kind of cute but... Naa! Not me and him. It would never happen." I said as I shook my head. "Well go back to the radio and we will bring your computer upstairs and unpack our boxes in our rooms." I nodded and he went up stairs. I took one last look at Harry and changed it to the radio. "Pff! Me and him? He can get any girl he wants! Me? Who would want me?" I whispered to myself as I went upstairs with my computer and we finished unpacking.