"Eehhemm." Somebody clears their throat loudly, waking me.
I open my eyes to find Harry hovering above me, eyes red with anger.
I shrink back, Niall obviously awake and pulling me closer to him.
"I wouldn't touch her, Harry.." he warned protectively.
I silently cried to myself, as Niall was ripped from me. Before I could run, I was shoved off the bed by an angry Harry. I was in no condition to fight.
I looked over checking on Niall, seeing him sit up on the floor, gently rubbing his head.
I tried to stand up, only to be again shoved by Harry.
I was in tears, as well as my body shaking from the pain.
I guess this is what he does.
Hurts somebody, hates himself, only to be angry and hurting again.
I'm being pushed into the floor by a red-faced and pissed Harry.
I didn't do anything, was all I thought.
I don't belong here.
Why me?
I love you, Dad, and I'm coming as soon as I can.
I silently pray to myself as I'm being hurt further passed my limits.
And the last thing I can remember is a hit to my already bruised face, and Niall's terrifyingly loud breathing, before the world once again went dark.
I liked it better unconscious.
A/N: short chappie but much needed and important to the story! Here's the next update for today:) I hope I'm keeping up with you're guys fast reading brains :D. Ilysm ytbre <3 comment what you think so far ;););)
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Hayran KurguWhat doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Right? Or so seventeen year old Ella had thought... (A Harry Styles FanFiction ft the boys)