Broken

Chapter 1

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo

I reached over, obtaining my phone and sliding it, unlocking it and stopping the annoying alarm. I sat up and sighed as I looked at my cracked phone screen.

"Waste of twenty five tutoring sessions," I murmured under my breathe as I stood up and went to go get ready. 

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and looked at my wrists in disgust. I bit my lip in shame. I hadn't been able to stay clean for two days. Two days. I pulled on a black shirt, long sleeved so I could hide the cuts and burns on my wrists that weren't healing anytime soon. I looked at myself in the mirror and I decided to tie my dark brown hair up, and then I dabbed on some makeup.

I wasn't one for makeup, it was unnecessary because no matter how much I put on I believed I looked the same, and it was also very expensive. I had some bits and bobs though, and I put on some concealer to hide the fact that I was breaking out. I put on some mascara and I was done.

I wasn't tutoring anyone today, so I didn't bother to make my bed. I had a single dorm, thank God, so messyness wasn't a problem to me. Grabbing my back, I walked out and was greated by Michael, as per usual. I had made a point of telling him to show up half an hour earlier than he needed to, because I knew he'd be late.

"Well hello there," he purred. "Looking especially tired today." He laughed, as I nudged his side. He hadn't bothered to apologise for being late.

"Shut up, I barely got any sleep last night," I said grouchily, even though I knew this was my fault.

"Aw poor Brenna, maybe next time you won't spend the night studying." He teased, checking his phone as we walked down the hall so he could walk me to class. 

"Studying," I repeated, frowning to myself.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking up from his phone and focusing his brown eyes on mine.

I nodded, pulling a smile on my face. "So, how's Macey?" I asked, referring to his girlfriend of 2 years. She went to a different college, and I'd met her a few times. She was truly lovely, and they were both adorable.

Straight away, his eyes brightened as he started babbling on about Macey, talking about how they revised together over the phone. I smiled to myself; relationships were so cute. Well, they were for others. The only relationship I'd ever been in had turned out with the other guy telling me I had helped him realise he was actually gay. 

We reached the door of the history class I was meant to have a lesson in, and Michael stopped and did a soldier salute. "I'll see you after class, or whenever." He smiled, and turned around, walking off, still on his phone. Probably talking to Macey.

I was 20 minutes early, and all of my teachers were used to me being so early so they usually left their doors unlocked. I made my way to a seat in the middle and dropped my bag underneath, turning around and almost having a heart attack. I stumbled, and a strong pair of lean arms reached out to hold me up.

"Woah there, klutzy. It's just me." A harsh voice said and I looked up.

Harry Styles, the macho player of the school stood there, his eyes narrowed and on me. I looked at his light green eyes, so concentrated on me and I suddenly felt very nervous as his eyes scrutinized me.

"I'm- I... Sorry." I managed to get out, still shocked from him being there so unexpected. Harry was in most of my classes and he was always late. It was intentional and I knew it, because I'd have a free lesson when he'd be leaning against the wall, not making an effort to get to his lesson. He wasn't here on a scholarship, and I knew it. That's why he didn't really give a shit about anything.

He saw how shocked I was and his dark pink lips curled into a smirk, his grip losening as he pulled his arms back. "I know you are. You're Brenna Edwards, right?"

I nodded, not surprised he knew my name. 

"I asked you if your name was Brenna Edwards." He repeated, eyes on me again.

"And I nodded." I replied.

"I wanted you to reply, with words."

"Sorry. I am."

He nodded slowly, the smirk still on his face. Using a hand to push his brown curls back, even though they were already slicked off his face, he licked his lips. "I need you to tutor me."

He said it as if it was a statement, it wasn't as if he was asking me. "No." I replied.

His eyes narrowed once again, and his lips pressed together. He laughed, a harsh dry laugh. "Oh dear, you don't get it do you?"

I looked at him cluelessly and he shook his head. "I'm not asking you to tutor me, I'm telling me that you're going to tutor me. I'm failing history and I need it."

I opened my mouth to protest at his orders but he pressed his finger against my lips. "Just shut up, it's a done deal. I'll come over to your dorm at around three."

"My tutoring isn't free..." I trailed off because he had already started to walk off, towards the door. 

"I know. If my levels rise in history, you get paid."

"That's not how it-"

"I don't fucking care, what I say goes." He said, in a firm, pissed off voice. 

He was standing at the door, and he stood still waiting for me to apologise or something, his jaw tight. He wasn't looking at me and I decided not to give him the pleasure of thinking he ruled me. 

"I won't tutor you if you don't pay after our session."

His grip on the door knob tightened and he said, in a strained voice. "What are you, some kind of prostitute?"

I didn't even have time to answer because he was out of the door faster than I could say "You're a dick."

I shook my head, what a douche. I took my seat and waited for the lesson to start, wondering if he'd be late, and sure enough, he was half an hour late to the lesson.

Mr. Peterson, our teacher, was in the middle of telling us that the notes we'd taken during the lesson would help us for the essay we'd have to write next session, when there was a knock on the door. No one turned their heads, we all knew who it was.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the door as Harry walked in once Mr. Peterson had told him off wearily. Harry scanned the classrom, a smug smirk on his face. As his eyes fell on mine, the smirk dissapeared and he looked continued to look around, sitting right in front of me and moving his desk towards Lainy, a blonde slut in our class.

I rolled my eyes. He really was a douche.

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A/N; Hiii! This is the first fanfiction I'm writing and this is like a taster... I'm sorry I've made Harry really mean, I'm sure he's nothing like that in real life, but this is called fan-fiction for a reason... So it'd  be nice if you could leave your feedback :) This is short because it's just a taster, hopefully it'll get longer as I go on. Love you all (well by all I mean like the one person who's going to read this but eh. :))

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