Terms and Conditions --A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

I pulled my mother in a hug trying not to cry myself. That’s it, I was leaving this time for real and on my own. I used share a place with my ex-boyfriend, Jason. I loved him, I really did. But that night he came home, I couldn’t take it. He was… really off. I couldn’t live with it anymore. I was tired of living in fear. It was that last hit that knocked some sense into me. I had to go. My mother got real emotional since then. She never left my side, in fear as if he’d find me and come back. We never spoke about it.

So now I’m here, starting a new life. I was excited to leave the past, but scared to be alone. What if he finds me? I gave my mother a kiss and said my last good bye.

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I walked out of my car into the bitter December air. Could I really do this on my own? I pushed away my thoughts and opened the trunk to grab some of my many boxes. I trudged up the stairs and approached my apartment. Room 143.

Box after box after box, I finally have a new home. I’m ready to start a new life. I didn’t realize how late it was until I sat on the couch. As I was flipping through the channels I heard a sudden banging sound in the hallway. I jumped. I didn’t want to go out to check so I just ignored it.

There it was again, more intense this time. What if it’s him? I had to go out and see. This time I can fight for myself. I slowly got up from the couch and sneaked over toward the door. I placed my hand on the knob and turned it slowly. When I pulled it open, it creaked loudly and the banging instantly stopped. Shit.

I poked my head out the door and stepped out. To my surprise– it wasn’t Jason. I saw a tall, lanky man, yet he was slightly muscular. He had blood smeared on his knuckles and face. His t shirt was ripped, exposing his tanned abs. He was intimidating but attractive.

I looked into his emerald blood shot eyes. He stared back.

“What do you want?” He rudely asked.

“Are you okay?” I stepped back.

He didn’t answer me. Instead he struggled to get up.

“Here let me help you.” I hesitantly offered.

He pulled away. “No, I’m fine.”

I was getting annoyed, I pulled him to his feet and pushed him into my apartment. He stumbled to the couch and winced. “What the fuck?”

I didn’t respond. I went over to my kitchen, grabbed a damp towel and padded back to him. I sat next to him and dabbed his face “I’m Mackenzie by the way.”

“Im Harry. Styles.” He snipped back, trying to get up, but fell back.

“What happened?” I asked Harry.

“Why do you care, you don’t know me.” He sneered.

I tried to keep my cool. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

He sighed. “I got in a fight at the bar down the street. It doesn’t matter.”

I glanced at him. “Oh please, you can hardly stand up, you’re drunk, and you’re in a stranger’s home. I think it matters.”

He chuckled weakly.

"So, which apartment are you staying in?"

"341, it’s a couple floors up, I can make it." He stood up from the couch but winced and sat back.

"Are you sure you're okay. You don’t look so hot." I blushed. "I-I mean like... You look hurt... not that you're... I mean-"

"I get it." He cut me off grinning. 

“Where’d you get hurt?”

“My rib.”

“Can I uh... do you mind if I check it out?” I timidly asked.

“Sure” He said slowly taking off his shirt. Damn. He was more muscular than I thought. I scanned him.

“Can I help you?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up” I looked at his rib. It looked bad. It was all black and purple with scattered spots of blue. There was a gash in the middle of it, still bleeding quite heavily. I got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going” He asked.

“Wait there I’m getting a bandage and stuff.” I scavenged through the cabinet. I grabbed some bandages, disinfectant, and a wet towel as well. Walking back with full arms.

“Okay, lay down on your side.” He did as I said. I put down everything except for the wet towel. I dabbed at the surrounding blood, then the actual source of the bleeding and he cursed.

“Sorry, sorry I’ll be gentler.” He grunted in response. When he was all cleaned up I took the disinfectant and spread it on the wound. “Is that okay?”

“Feels good.” He groaned.

I bit my lip in focus taking the bandage wrapping it on his ribs. “I need you to sit up.”

He obeyed and finished off wrapping him. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack. “Here”

“Thanks, Mackenzie.” He smiled with these adorable dimples showing.

“No problem. Although, I don’t think you can walk back to your place… you can stay on the couch tonight… if you want”

He stared at me with a devious smirk. “I have other ideas.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nice try, Styles. Anyway, you’re in no position to do that.”

“I know many positions.”

“You know what I mean!” I lightly hit his arm.

He chuckled and sat back in the couch. “You’ll give in eventually.”

“No I won’t.” I smirked, hoping I wasn’t blushing.

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