Brave (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1

Angel’s POV ***

 (Flashback)

 “Brandon! Run! Hurry get out of here!” I yelled to my brother. His eyes wide as if he were a deer in headlights. As soon as his mind registered what I was saying he ran, but it was too late. The bullet had left the gun and shot him right in the back of the head. The warm red blood sprayed my face. I heard a chuckle behind me, I turned around to face the murderer. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me back. “Oh, darling! I never thought I would have this much fun here today.” I whimpered as he pulled my hair even harder. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” I cried. “It doesn’t matter who I am, all that matters is that my job gets done.” He trailed his gun around my cheekbones, slowly moving to my neck. Before he could do anything else, I kicked him in his manhood and snatched his gun. Adrenaline pumping in my body, I pulled the trigger and the last thing I registered was a gun-shot and police sirens.  

 I woke up screaming bloody murder. I panted, wiping the sheen of sweat off my forehead. You would think that having the same nightmare for five years I would be used to it. But, no that’s not the case. They get worse. The guards stopped coming in to check on me after the first few days. They realized that I wasn’t being raped or killed.

 The door of my cell banged open. “Miss Leavitt.” I faced the guard that had walked in. “You’ve gotten bail.” He threw me a small tote bag with what looked like clothes inside. “You’ve got about thirty minutes to get cleaned up and get changed, I’ll be back.” I nodded and picked up the tote bag of the floor. I headed towards the small bathroom provided to me.

 I stripped of my neon orange clothes and stepped in to the shower. I let the warm water calm my nerves. Wrapping myself with a towel, I peered into the plastic to find clothes with the tags still on and a small traveling case. I ripped off the tags and slipped on the black skinny jeans and the white v-neck. They were a tad tight, but I had no other options.  I opened the small traveling case to find deodorant, mascara, lipstick, a chapstick, a pair of raybans, with a small note which read: “Make sure you wear the sunglasses, paps might be out there. Signed Uncle Si.” So he was the one to bail me out. The only thing close to makeup I applied was the chapstick.

 I almost forgot how popular my case was five years ago. It was almost made every headline. Crazy Girl Slaughters Her Family In Cold Blood! I sighed and pulled on the sunglasses. The guard knocked on my door. “You ready?” I nodded and gathered up all my belongings- except for the jumpsuit- and put in the bag I walked behind the guard, my head hung, my palms sweaty. Suddenly the bag on my shoulder felt heavy, though not much was in it, just my sketchbook that the guards had brought for me.

The guard had stopped and was now holding a door open for me. “Proceed.” I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and walked into the door to find my brother and Uncle Simon waiting for me. The guard cleared his throat and my brother looked up, his eyes watery. He had changed a lot in the last five years. He was taller than me now and was not the gangly fourteen year-old I remembered. He ran to me and hugged me tightly. “I missed you, sis.” My emotions got the best of me and I started sobbing. It wasn’t the easiest thing to see your sibling after five years without any sort of contact. I hugged him back, afraid of letting him go. His arms squeezed me to the point my air was being cut off, but I didn’t care. I felt his tears wetting my shirt. “Hey Isaac.” I said, hiccuping slightly.

“Angel.” I lifted my face from Isaac’s shoulder to face my uncle. Unlike my brother, Simon has not changed at all. “Uncle Si.” I wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back and asked, “Are you ready to go home?” I nodded quickly and pulled away. “Get me out of here.” Isaac threw his arm over my shoulders. “What’s the magic word?” I chuckled- for the first time in a long time- and said, “You’re an ass.” He shrugged and replied, “Not exactly what I was looking for, but I’ll take it.”