Red ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Harry fanfic - Red

A/N some might say it's a bit ironic naming a harry fanfic red because of taylors album, but in all honesty, I don't care so yeah...

Chapter One

•Now•

I knew that today would be terrible. I knew today everyone would stare at me. I knew today all the whispering would be about me and what happened. I knew that. And I thought I woul be ready for this. But the fact it hasn't even been an hour into the school day and I'm crying in the toilets, proves I'm not.

I would of been fine if I didn't see his ridiculous, horrible, beautiful face. I can't believe I actually let this happen. I thought that now I am 17 I would be able to cope with it all and be mature about it. But I can't.

His face was like pouring cold water over a burn, it stung, like hell. Just like my own real burns do. I can't believe people died, and it was my own fault. My fault for trusting him. As cliché as it sounds, I thought he would be different.

I remember when I first saw him, I was intrigued by him. His perfect face. His perfect emerald eyes. His perfect jaw line. His perfect tanned skin with black ink along his arms. Every tattoo told a story. Not that I knew that story when I first saw him. He told me all about the stories of his tattoo's later.

But I was such a naïve little girl. Believing it would work out like it did in fairy tales. I don't remember a fairy tale when the good people died. And the princess was left scars. And the prince, well, the prince was secretively the bad guy. The villan. The devil in disguise.

After 30 minutes of fixing my make up I decided to be brave and walk out into the jungle. Braver than a lion. But I tiger. And you're gunna hear me roar. Okay, listening to Katy Perry's roar got me syked.

I put my fragile hands on the door handle and turned it ninety degrees clockwise. And I was in sight to most of the student body. Including him. We're they waiting for me?

I decided to push that thought to the side and just strut out with my head held high.

"Melissa wait" He called.

"Please 2 minutes and I wil leave you alone for the rest of your life"

"Why can't you leave me along for the rest of my life now? Is there somethin you forgot to add? How you tricked me into saving your sorry arse and killing my family?" The tears started to form.

"Mel, baby pl-"

"You don't have the right to call me that" I turned on my heel, only to feel a too familiar hand on my shoulder.

"Please." I huffed and turned to face the devil.

"Melissa I'm sorry, for hurting you and them, I'm telling the truth it wasn't my fault. I didn't trick you Jake just made you think that way. I swear on my life it wasn't me who tricked you. I never sent that text."

"Bullshit"

"Melissa I'm telling the truth"

"I can't be bothered with your lies anymore Harry."

"I'm not lying I promised I will always e there for you and-"

"And you broke it" I said barely above a whisper as a teared rolled down my scarred cheek.

"You broke it like you broke my heart. Where have you been for the last month? When I was crying and screaming out your cursed name? I needed you then, but I don't now. All I wanted was someone to hold me an tell me it's going to be alright. And where were you? Probably jerking off with some other girl. Don't act like you care Harry, when you wern't there to hold me. All I wanted was to be held. And you never once held me."

The tears were falling freely and I didn't care who saw anymore. He knew I was right. Thats why he let a single year escape too.

I turned to walk to my car and get away when I felt that hand on my shoulder. He span me around and said

"Give me one more chance" he brought my chest to his and held me tightly before continuing to say, "and I will never let go of you again"