Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

Thirteen.

!! !! A/N: Alright guys before you read this I want to thank everyone who has been reading. For someone that has been writing for 2 years without any succes this is like the highlight for me. It's 4.30am where I am right now and I really wanted to update because I felt like you waited to long. I don't like how this chappie is written but it reveals a lot of Hazza. With that said I want you to pretty pretty please take a look at the wonderful girl I dedicate this story to. Her name is Lea and she has been an internetfriend of me for like 1,5 year? I know she's there when I need someone and the feeling is mutual. But that isn't the reason you should check her out, well that's not the main reason. She's an incredible writer like YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA BECAUSE YOU DO NOT CHECK HER OUT. Her fanfiction was one of the firsts I ever read & she reminded why I loved writing so much. Her stories helped me with my writing. She rarely writes One direction but her short stories/fanfictions with 5SOS are precious so check them out. I might dedicate the next part to someone who checked her account out... 

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I sat down on pillows of his bed. I had declined the couch since the memory of a few days ago was just a little bit too fresh in my mind. He had followed my actions, except that he was sitting opposite me, at the edge of the bed.

“Soo...” He broke the uncomfortable silence that rested between us. “What do you want to know because uhm I rather not say everything but just the bits you really want to know.”

I got chills just by the way he talked, so soft and carefully. It wasn't the way I had seen him the last few weeks.

I fiddled with my finger on my lap, not brave enough to look up at him. “Well you can start with telling me why you treated me like, I don't know. Just like you did.”

He closed his eyes, as the memories flood back into his mind, he started wincing. His hand reached his hair and he tugged slightly on them. I could basicly tell the memories of his past were flashing in front of his eyes and that's why they were closed, he wanted to get grip of them before he exposed his past to me.

Suddenly they snapped open and he started his story.

“It started when I was 16.” He took a deep breath before he continued and in those few seconds I started overthinking it already. 16 was young.

“I had a girlfriend called Alexia. Let's say she was my first love and my only one actually. We had been best friends since kindergarten and I had a major crush on her since we started middle school. Our parents always said it was meant to be for us to fall in love. From whenever we were little kids we had pinky promised each other we would be each others first kiss, and when that happened we promised each other to have our first sexual experience together.”

I couldn't pinpoint my place in this but I just watched and listened as he told the story.

“So we turned 16 and whenever we were in this heavy make out session she backed off and told me she wasn't ready yet and I accepted it and said I could wait. I would wait for her. At that moment she was my only real focus in my life. My grades weren't incredible, but they weren't the worst. I liked my friends, but I rather stayed with her. I really thought we loved each other.”

“What happened?” I chipped in.

“She cheated on me with my best friend. She had her first time with him. And many others actually.”

She had hurt him, yet I still don't know how I fit in his story but I didn't bother to interrupt him once more and waited for him to continue.

“Everynight she told me her parents wouldn't let her go out she went to my best friend and I was to stupid to realise it. I acted like I didn't know for a week, I stayed at home for that entire week because I told my parents I was ill, and I really felt like I was. Heartbroken. We had planned on going out that Saturday and she said she could come over but I didn't want that. She went to the restaurant and waited there for me, but I never showed up. I had turned my phone out so she couldn't call me and went out onto the woods which I had behind the house I lived in, nobody knew where I was and I didn't mind one bit. The next week she didn't turn up at school and I found out by my so called best friend that while she waited in the dark, some guys came up to her and tried to rape her, fortunately people from the restaurant noticed the screaming outside and saved her.”