Break Me Out |Narry Storan|-Hybrid

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"He burned it?"

I nodded, my ears twitching under my beanie hat, the fabric irritating the sensitive skin, brushing the hairs coating them. I buried my face into Harry's school blazer. His arms wrapped round me, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my back, making me flinch. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing the sharp whimper that was sitting at the back of my throat.

"Why'd he burn it Niall?"

I opened my eyes as if in realisation. What am I supposed to tell him? I hardly know him and he's showing affection as if he's known me for years. I mean I don't feel I should be complaining... I have had an undeniable crush on school gee Harry Styles since I moved into this school. I pulled myself out of his embrace, my eyes looking at my hands, that were playing with the hem of my school shirt.

"H-He has the con-control to do it." I murmured, wishing for some kind of miracle knowing that Harry would continue asking questions as that answer would most likely not satisfy him. I kept my eyes on my hands, seeing him push his glasses up as he sighed. My tail was bristling, sending the butterflies in my stomach to erupt.

"Come on Niall. You can tell me. It's not like I have more friends than Liam."

I shuddered. How could I tell him? My father is not a stupid man. He told me the way he tricked people into believing he was my mothers brother.

'"D-Dad? What ha-happened to m-mum?" I whispered, crawling into the couch, flattening my ears into my blonde hair. My blue eyes stared up at my father who was sitting slumped, smelling strongly of smoke from the cigarettes he frequently placed between his lips. His cold eyes turned to me, as he spat,

"Why do you care! She died deal with it! Now scram before I kick you out myself!"

I winced. My heart felt as though it was ripping slowly. My mind fizzled with questions, questions that will most likely go unanswered. I swallowed, shifting away from him, just a little more than arms length.

"H-How?"

"It's none of your business you freak! She never knew you so why do you care?!"

Should I not care? Not care about the woman who birthed me? Carried me with her, helping me grow? I furrowed my eyebrows, tilting my head, my tail swishing slowly behind me.

"D-Dad I wa-want to know!" I squeaked, tears welling in my blue eyes just waiting to bubble over. I swallowed thickly, as I watched him turn on the couch, his dirty teeth on show as a grin appeared. I mentally sat cringing. He should not smile...

"Wanna know how? Do you?" He sneered, his face inches from mine, his voice so dark. I flinched causing him to chuckle darkly. I could feel his grimy hands clutch my shirt tightly, holding me in place.

"Sure you can handle it wittle baby?"

I am not a baby. I might be a mere six year old but I am not a baby. I felt the tears sting at my eyes, begging me to blink. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction I knew he wanted. I nodded, pulling my lip between my teeth, to stop it trembling.