The Devil's Eyes *HarryStyles&&LouisTomlinson*

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I was only 15 years old when I was running away from my "safe" home. I was so terrified to knew what was going to happen next. My dad was out of town on the night my mom was murdered.

It was a misty night in Coldwater Canyon, California and the wind was strong. But the humanity dropped by a good %10.

I ran out of the house with no jacket and no shoes. I could still feel the sticks and pavement between my toes. Sometimes I still feel fresh stings from the cuts of shatter glasses on the streets. I could have taken my moms car, but I didn't have time to look for my moms keys.

I just did what any loving daughter would do. I fought back. But it didn't do much. He never let go of my mom. He was playing with us. His friend had tied me up and I assume the other buff man was the leader. The man just kept hitting my mom. I could still see the horror in my moms eyes when I close mines at night.

How could somebody be so cruel and have the humanity to kill somebody? I mean, I always say "I'm going to kill you!" To the people in my school. Maybe, getting kicked out of every school in the district is because of my mothers dead. The reason for me getting kicked out is usuals; fights and anger issues.

I didn't see what was the problem at the time. But when you grow up later and remember your high school years. Then it will accrue to you, "why did I let myself drive to insanity?" or "Mom would never wanted me to suffer this much?"

After a year or two, my dad took the turn for the worse. He passed from a drug over dose. His friends found him in my living room on the couch watching the NFL. I should've known he taken drugs, but stupid me. Here I thought being a cop, you have to take a drug test occasionally.

I guess I was wrong.

"Run Katherine Run!" My mom scream at me. I saw the blood gushing down her leg. I saw a tall tan guy, wearing a black suit and with a evil smile. I look at his eyes, and I could see his soul. It's so dark...too dark to see. "Run KATHERINE!" My mom went to the guy, and a shinny silver pocket knife is in his hands. His hands was in dedense. I may be young but I know what is that in his hand. Then I heard grunt. He stab my mom in the stomach. I couldn't move, but I force myself to move my feet towards. I start to run out of the door.

"I love you mom!" I scream.

"Go. Go! Go, call help!" My moms voice is in pain. She doesn't need to tell me.

"I love you baby!" Then I was in front of my lawn. The cold breeze is scrape my face immediately. It touched my tan skin. I didn't know where to go, but I ran. I left my phone on my desk. I didn't know this was going to happen. Last thing I heard was a knock on the door then he start to push my mom out of the way. I ran down the stairs to see her on the floor, and he was on top her. He start to stab her over and over again. He looks at me. Those green eyes. I couldn't do anything. My whole body froze at the moment. Then I heard my mom screaming over and over through my thoughts.

I pass my thoughts aside. I didn't notice my hot tear were streaming down my cheeks. I close my eyes before looking back to my house. My memories. My childhood. My mother. My love. My world. I want to go back there, but I couldn't disobey my mom. My mom! I ran god knows where. I saw the police light shining in the dark skies. That's where I force my legs to keep going. They were giving up. Daddy! I need you!

"Help!" I start to scream over and over again until I enter the police station. The light sting my eyes as I walk inside. There were four cops running towards me. I saw this guy, he use to stood up for me in middle school. The cops put the Harry behind bars. I think Harry Styles is his name. Harry has a lot of tattoos, and piecing. He is known as the Dil De Vil. He stares at me with confusion, because the blood. I can tell my eyes are puffy. Seeing Harry in the cell at the police office took my memory away from my mom.

"What's wrong honey?" One of the tall muscular cops asked me. I look right at him speechless. I didn't know how to explain what just happened. My hands were in the air. I bit my tongue. The last thing I did was collapse on the floor in tears. I couldn't speak. I don't know what to say or what to do. I don't even know if they will believe me. I...I...don't know. Two of the cops ran to my side trying to pull me up, but I refuse too.

"Let go!" I yell at them, and they take a step back.

"Come on! Give her space!" One of the cops said to the other cops. There is two cops calling for back up.

"Now ma'am please tell me what happened?" I look up at the guy who asking me to answer. I blink couple of times until I finally have the guts to say what I saw.

"My mom. M-m-my mom...she got stab...at m-my house. I r-r-ran here. T-t-tall g-guy. Tan. Black suit. Evil eyes. B-bloody. She told me t-t-to r-run." I stopped, and Harry is now against the bars. We make eye contact. "So I did." I stutter my words while I look at the cell. I look back to see Harry staring at me as I speak. Then I look at the officers. They look shock. Another cop call for backup. One of the officer is getting water, and towels to clean me up. The other one who I think its a women. She bent over to her knees to comfort me. She sawy sides is bleeding uncontrollably.

"Oh my god!" She puts a towel on my wound. I look down in shock. I didn't even notice that I have a cut or a shot. "Call for a ambulance now! Hurry!" She scream at her co-workers. One of the officers looks at me and he saw the blood stain, so he call immediately. I honsestly didn't feel it. Im so worried about my mom that I didn't even notice I got stabbed.

"M-m-my dad......where is he?" that is the last thing I said until my whole world just collapse. My surroundings just disappear in a blink of a eye.I could see my whole world right under my nose.

Harry walk into the shadow behind him. He just sat down on the jail bed with a smirk. I frown at Harry. I feel weak. It was like my purpose is done.

Harry is a one of the baddest man in town. Our town is so small that one little thing happen, everybody already knows.

I knew Harry like everybody else does. I'm no different than the people in our school. I always believed that there is something good in him. Like hes not a bad boy. He just hanged out with the wrong group of people growing up.

But if one thing I know, Harry Styles always seem to get himself in trouble with the law, and he craves for the thrill he gets out of it. He always likes to be feard than loved.