Saved (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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After hearing the door slam I curled onto my side and brought my hands to my face as I broke down, pulling them back only to find them covered in my own blood. I wasn't sure how long I laid there crying. I felt like I didn't have the strength to simply lift my head off the floor. My heavy sobs echoed around the house as I attempted to stand. I winced in pain and almost fell again before catching myself on the table next to me. My bag's contents laid scattered across the room and down the hall and I quickly picked them up, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

This was the worst idea, coming here. How did I expect something like this to not happen?

I stumbled into the bedroom again, feeling dizzy and disoriented. My last few things in the drawer were hastily shoved into my bag as I zipped it and set it in the hall outside the bathroom.

I tried not to look at myself too closely as I grabbed a wash cloth from the cabinet and attempted to wipe some of the blood away. The split in my lip was reopened and my nose bled relentlessly. Both eyes were red and puffy from crying and dark purple bruises were beginning to form on the side of my face. My shirt was ripped and my hair was an unruly mess from being torn at by Duke. I tried to cover most of my face by pulling my hair over to the side but it did hardly anything to mask the painful reminders of what had just occured.

I don't know how I was going to explain this to Harry now. He told me to stay home and I didn't listen. He was going to be pissed. It was a lengthly walk here and I have no idea how long I had laid on the floor after Duke left but I must have been gone for a few hours because the sun looked like it was lowering in the sky and would begin to set soon. I didn't want Duke coming home to see that I hadn't left yet so I took off into the hall and grabbed my bag to leave.

I shut the door behind me and started off the long walk back to Harry's. Every part of my body ached and felt like it had been hit by a bowling ball repeatedly. My scalp still prickled from when Duke had ripped at my hair, pulling a lot of it out in the process. My wrists and arms were sore and had purple spots to match the ones on my face. Luckily, my nose had stopped bleeding, but the blood from earlier stained my shirt.

I figured I should call Harry before walking into his house looking like this but found that my phone had died in my pocket. It had probably been that way for a while.The sun began to set now and I knew the street lights would be on soon so I quickened my pace down Harry's block, not wanting to be out in the dark all alone anymore than necessary.

I was still shaken from what had happened and knew any kind of provocation would put me straight to tears.

Harry's mustang was parked outside his house, I noticed as I slowly made my way up the front steps. I didn't want him to answer the door to me like this so I decided on simply trying to open it and let myself in. I prayed it wasn't locked and was delightfully surprised when it opened easily.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever reaction Harry might have when he saw me. After seeing Harry become extremely angry at the mention of Duke, I was scared of what his reaction to seeing what Duke did to me now might cause him to do. Especially after watching him nearly beat the life out of the man at the bar last night.

The house was silent as I walked inside and set my bags on the floor.