Harry's POV:
There it was, in HD.
Riley and I cuddling. Big, red marks peeked out from underneath Riley's sweatshirt. It looked as if a cat had scatched her, or maybe she had a bad rash.
Riley leaned over my shoulder and looked at my phone.
She gasped. "Those freakin' paps," she said. "How did they... what... how in hell did they get those pictures?"
"They're everywhere." I said, sighing.
"But, that was just a few hours ago, I don't understan-"
"I don't know, okay?" I yelled, making Riley shrink back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay," I said, wrapping her small body in my arms.
"Will you please take this stupid sweatshirt off?" I pleaded again. I was sweating.
"No."
In one swift motion, I gripped the sweatshirt and pulled it off her body.
"It wasn't that bad, now was it?" I asked, grinning.
The grin slowly slid off my face as I saw her arms.
And those were not scratches. Those were cuts.
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Lovin' Styles
FanfictionRiley Wynter is a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a curious nature (plus some sassy remarks across the way). Her family encourages her to try out for X Factor - and surprisingly, she makes it. While she is in this competition...
