Diana's P.O.V.
I sat on Harry's bed flipping through the channels on the tv. Harry went to go answer the door hopefully not to his manager. Why did his manager hate me so much to the point harry wants to force us being in love in public. It just didn't make sense whatsoever in my opinion.
"Where is the little bitch?!" I heard faintly coming from the living room in Harry's huge apartment. Oh no it's my step dad...why is he here?
I heard a few bangs, slaps, and a huge thud. I ran out of the bedroom and quickly sprinted down the stairs.
"Get off him!" I screamed at my so called father. I started hitting him as I watched them both share punches in the face. I pried him off harry and he swung his fist at me.
"Ow." I cried.
"You fucking dickhead!" Harry yelled loudly in his face.
I went in between the two crying.
"Look what you did styles, you made the bitch cry." He laughed. I looked at Harry's face full of fury it was. He turned red and glared at him. No I mouthed. He gently pushed me away and threw at least 10 punches at the guy knocking him out. I sobbed loudly, it was just scary to watch.
Harry sat down next to me out of breath. He put his arm around my shoulder as I wiped my tears. His head laid on my other shoulder.
"He's not gonna hurt you anymore."
I nodded my head back and forth, "no, he will find a way." I glared at him as he laid on the wooden floor.
"And if he does...I'll kill him."
"You can't do that harry, you'll, you'll go to jail." I whispered.
"I mean look at your face, there's blood, he could kill you." I cried.
"Where the fuck?" Harry said getting up. The front door was wide open.
"He escaped..." I whispered seeing nothing but blood on the floor.
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Diana
FanfictieA 17 year old girl in Manchester, UK with a horrible past and present. Diana Brooks lives in a world no one could ever understand. A life full of depression. She believes no one cares. But her idols, the five boys of one direction gave her hope some...