Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 11

Harry's POV:

She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze from mine, avoiding making any eye contact with me. I started to become antsy, anxious to hear her voice. If she could sing she really was the girl from the bathroom, if not, she and this other girl just had the same purse. She still hadn't made eye contact and I huffed.

"Any day now would be great," I muttered.

"Oh hold on, I'm thinking..."

I let out a groan this time and then she began.

"Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful, isn't she precious, less than one minute old. And I never thought through love we'd be, making one as lovely as she, but isn't she lovely made from love."

My mouth hit the ground and my whole world stopped along with my breathing. The sound that came out of her mouth was the voice of an angel. I felt my heart flutter and my breath catch. I could spend every day listening to her sing.

The sound was like a drug; completley addicting. I needed her voice to fill up my ears and flow to my heart. I devoured her voice through my ears.

Have you ever loved something so much it actually hurts? That's what I felt as I heard Sandra sings those few lines. The minute she stopped I felt empty, hallow even. I need her to fill me up again with her soft voice. It was so powerful, yet delicate and I couldn't wrap my head around the perfectness of it.

"Was I that bad?" she asked me quietly. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and I melted at her innoence. She is going to be the death of me.

"No absolutley not. You sound professional, I could listen to your voice for the rest of my life. You need to sing to me more often," I cooed to her. My voice was laced with love and I pulled her into a tight hug kissing her forehead as I held her close to me. I rubbed small circles on her back.

"Really?" she whispered.

"Really. That is my favorite song, did you know that," I whispered into her ear letting my lips linger on her earlobe. I felt her shiver and moved my mouth away with a satisfied grin.

"Can you sing Haz?"

Fuck this girl is trying to kill me. First she infects me with her voice and now she is calling me Haz? I couldn't help the race of my heart as she said it. Haz. It sounded so beautiful coming from her plump, pink lips.

"Harry?" she shook her small hand in front of me. My cheeks started to warm up again. She placed it against my cheeks that were starting to turn red.

My stomach spun in circles. You know that feeling you get when you go on a rollercoaster and go down that first drop? That's how these butterflies felt. I blushed even more if that was possible.

"Eh, not as good as you..."

"Sing for me."

Sandra's POV:

He held my gaze. He was so confident and I loved that. The way his green eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned made my body feel like it was on fire. We had barley knew each other for 2 days and I already felt such strong feeling's for him. I wondered if he felt the same...? He proabably didn't I was an ugly girl who gets bullied, I shook the thought out of my head.

"I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star. I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand,oh. Seems like these days I watch you from afar, just trying to make you understand. I'll keep my eyes wide open, yeah. Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go, 'cause I'm tired of feeling alone."


The words poured into my heart and I felt my vision go blurry. Harry's voice was raspy, but gentle. It was deep and powerful. It held so much emotion I couldn't function. I was holding my breath and let out a gasp. He was good. Much better than good, he was the type of guy who could be selling singles, making albums.

"Harry, that was beautiful." A single tear managed to escape my eye and he caught it with his big finger. He cupped his hand around my cheek.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Neither of us has broke our gaze yet. He held my face in his hands and caressed my heated cheek.

He leaned forward so slightly and our noses bumped up against each other. His mouth parted slightly and let out some air on my lips. I breathed him in and let my hands travel into his hair.

He moved even closer so his lips hovered over mine. His breath was hot and smelt minty. I felt a buzz of electricity as he moved to brush his lips against mine.


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