Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Warning: this chapter is pretty fuc.ked up. You've been warned.

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Harry's POV

"Haily!" Mum shouts from her room.

"Yes, m-mum?" My shaky voice replies, unsure of whether she's mad or not.

"Come into my room and let me do your hair."

"Yes mum," I know better than to argue with mum. I still have the cut scars on my wrist from last time I tried. Mum says the only way to get rid of bad behavior is to bleed it out.

Walking into mum's room, she instructs me to sit down on her bed as she put my hair into pigtails and tied bows around each one.

Mum always wanted a girl and I just want to make her happy, even if it means everyone at my middle school laughing at me. I don't like making mum sad or mad like my dad use to before he left.

As mum tied the last bow around one of my pigtails, I felt it.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Not now.

Remembering what happened last time this happened, I started to feel nauseous and dizzy and tears welled up in my eyes.

No. No. No. No.

I moved my arms down into my lap to try to cover it without mum noticing.

Mum looked at me suspiciously then looked down.

No. No. No. No.

Her eyes widen in anger and I shook in fear.

"M-mmum I I didn't m-mean t-to, i-it just happened. I'm s-sorry mummy please, no punishment, I'm sorry," Fat tears broke the barrier of my waterline and roll down my cheeks as I try to push down the boner under my hideous dress.

"Now Harry, what did I say about crying?"

I shudder at the sound of my real name falling from her lips. She only uses it when she's really angry. I just want to make her happy.

"That it makes me ugly," I cry.

"Take off your dress and panties, NOW."

No. No. No. No. No. No.

I scramble back on the bed, frantically shaking my head. The room starts to spin and I can feel my heart beat trying to punch through my chest.

"ARE YOU DISOBEYING ME?"

"No mummy please don't do this, please, I won't do it again, please," I beg.

"TAKE IT OFF NOW, YOU UGLY STUPID MAN!"

My shaky hands slowly start to take off my clothes; knowing if I disobey her, the punishment would be way worse and I would end up in the hospital again.

Mum leaves the room and comes back with her supplies.

"You remember the rules, right?" She ask, knife and a pot of hot salt water in hand.

I nod my head and look down in shame of who I am, "No screaming."

Payton's POV

A horrific, painful screech awakens me from a nightmare I was having about Harry.

As if second nature, I fall out of bed and rush towards the screaming. It sounds like someone is dying.

As I approach the door, I notice that I have no clue where I am or what happened last night, but have a horrible hangover. Putting that aside for now, I run to the door and swing it open.

There in a king sized bed laid Harry.

The bed cover must have been kicked off since it now lays on the cherry wood floor as well as a few pillows. The sun shone through the cracks of the window blades and onto Harry's sweaty tan skin and wet face.

He looks so vulnerable and not at all dominanting or intimidating like he usually does. His bare legs are curled up into his bare chest like a scared child and his chiseled face held an expression of pain as tears soaked the fabric of his pillow.

Examining him further, flashbacks of last night came back to me. Harry and I drinking after the funeral. Harry and I against his door. Harry choking me until I passed out.

Gasping, I took a step back. I need to get out of here.

Turning around to retreat, I was almost fully out of the doorway right as Harry wails in pain.

I can't just leave him like this. It's not in my character to leave anyone like this, regardless of what they have done.

Without a second thought, I rush up to the side of his bed.

"Harry," I shook his shoulder, "Harry!"

"Wake up Harry, it's just a dream," sobs shook through his whole being and up my arms. I pet his sweaty forehead, pushing some of his curls back.

"Harry its just a nightmare, wake up!"

Harry's body jolts awake and scramble back into his headboard in fright. Slowly, I could tell he starts to realize where he was because his body starts to relax. I stare at him, unsure of how to proceed. 

"Are you okay?"

His head snapped my way in surprise, "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

Harry's intimidating yet beautiful emerald eyes board into mine, "I-I heard screaming, I thought someone w-was hurt," surprise washed over his handsome face.

"You woke me up?" He asks, his tone softer than usual.

"Yeah?"

He looks at me in wonder. Did I do something wrong? I'm ready to go now. Job accomplished now to stay the hell away from him.

Unsure of what to expect, I stutter out, "I-I'm s-sorry, y-you were ju-"

"No, don't apologize," He said, his eyes tracing over my face in gratefulness, "No ones been able to wake me up from a nightmare before, not even Zayn."

He continues to trace over every soft curvature of my face, causing me to shyly look down into my lap, my heart fluttering at his words without permission. I need to stop feeling this way ASAP.

Having that thought in mind, I went to get up and leave, but before I could Harry's strong arms encase me into a hug.

My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest, as his sweet manly scent took over my senses and his soft moist skin touches mine.

"H-hug me back," his voice cracks in vulnerability. This beautiful man is so broken.

With shaky hands, I wrap my arms tightly around his neck. 

This feels so right. How can he make me feel so safe yet so scared at the same time? I can't keep playing myself.

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