Broken and Bruised (One Direction Fan Fic)

Can I Redo My Life??

So Norwich hasn't exactly greeted me with open arms. It hasn't stopped raining since I finally arrived yesterday. I mean it isn't spitting, it's pissing down; bucketing down. Saturating the ground.

The people shy away from me as I stumble past. Or they glare. I rather the shying away.

So I haven't exactly found a cheap hotel/motel yet. I've been sleeping in a park that has a tunnel. So far I haven't been raped or stabbed so I guess it's a good sign.

Hang on a minute.

A cheap, one storey hotel sits across the road from where I am standing. Sweet.

Checking the street for moving cars, I take the first step towards the hotel. Pushing open the doors, a guy sits behind the desk. As the doors close, silence fills the air awkwardly. The guy doesn't look up until I clear my throat.

"Can I help??" He asks, bored.

"You wouldn't happen to have a free room would you?" I ask, not making eye contact with him.

"Yes we do." He slides across a book and a pen. Signing my name and age I get the room. He hands me a key and I make my way down the hall. What room am I!? Trying each door until the very last one unlocks. The door swings open slowly and a single bed, chest and window decorate the room. That's just great.

Placing my sort of light duffel bag on the bed, a door leads to something. Trying the door, it opens up to a small bathroom. Toilet, shower, mirror and vanity sit in there; not looking touched . Going back to my bag, I pull out my dirty clothes and laptop. The power chord plugs in nicely at the wall and my laptop comes to life. Grabbing my handful of dirty laundry, I make my way towards the front of the hotel. My door is locked and my room key is pocketed.

"Excuse me," I ask quietly. "Is there a laundry around here?"

"Yeah down the hall and to your left." The guys says, pointing out where to go.

"Okay thanks." I reply, with a small smile. Walking back down the hall, a door to my left smells like powder and other clothe cleaning objects.

Opening the door, a washing machine and dryer are tucked away in the corner while a shelf is filled with fresheners, powders, stain removers and more. Placing my dirty items in the washing machine, fresheners and detergent mix together and begin to clean my clothes.

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With clean clothes folded and packed in my bag, I log into my laptop and I go straight to the Google Chrome icon. With my fingers crossed, the last tab that I was looking at was the news article that I was reading back in Cambridge. Interesting.

Going to the main page, a headline blares out at me.

HARRY STYLES STABBED IN CAMBRIDGE

Woah I kinda forgot about that. I put it in the back if my mind, so I could focus on other things. Clicking on the article, I'm scared of what I'm going to read to be honest.

While arriving in Cambridge to continue their United Kingdom Tour, heartthrob, Harry Styles is stabbed outside Cafe Romeo.

It was witnessed by many people and apparently the 'attacker' was very distraught in their escape. We haven't heard from One Direction but we all pray for Harry

- Mel, SugarScape.

What the hell have I done?!

Harry's POV

So we still can't find Jordan but we have to continue with the tour. I mean I wanna have a break. Just take a couple months off and relax, spend time with my family. Sometimes the fame can get a bit overwhelming. Too much.

We have just arrived in Cambridge. Screaming girls are everywhere. How did they find out our location? I thought it was supposed to stay a secret. Confidential.

The doors open but we have to walk to the hotel. Great. Flipping my hood up and slipping on my sunglasses, I climb down the steps and rain pelts at my forehead. The boys have already left and a dark, hooded figure walks briskly in front of me. They are carrying a black duffel bag which looks rather heavy. Speeding up my pace, my long legs catch up to them in no time. As they turn around, a pale face, brown hair and frightened blue eyes pop out at my face.

Jordan.

What is she doing here??

She turns around and increases her pace, putting distance between me and her. I match my pace to hers and soon I am within arms length. Reaching out my hand, it touches her shoulder and spins Jordan around. She screams out in surprise and her right arm flicks out , makes contact with my oblique and disappears to her side.

The excruciating pain that I feel right now is indescribable. It feels like the wound in in fire but then it feels like ice, freezing. My legs give way beneath me and I collapse onto the ground.

Squeezing my eyes shut, hoping it will make the pain go away. But to no avail it doesn't happen. The pain increases and a groan escapes my lips. I can hear fair noises in the background but nothing else. My brain feels fuzzy. Confused. It feels like it has shut down. My muscles feel tight and tense. My bones feel weak and useless. My hands clutch at my torso. Trying to stop the bleeding.

Something cold briefly touches my forehead, and I can feel the splatter of rain on my face. Another scream rings in my ears. The thudding if footsteps vibrates my ear. Shuddering as the rain chills me and the increasing loss if blood weakens my whole body. Even to just breath feels like a chore. Like I have to work hard. My body is shutting down.

Dear God, please save me.

Jordan's POV

With my right hand slapped over my mouth in shock, my left is shaking. What have I done?? What have I done??

God, could you please be a lovely person and reincarnate me as a different person who isn't depressed, who has a better life with loving parents, friends and yeah. Please.

Can I just redo my life??