I need a hero (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning and looked to my side to see an empty space.

"Harry?" I called but no answer.

I don't know why I didn't expect him to leave... It was bound to happen. No one stays when they become close to me. Just like my parents. I loved them so much but they left me in a blink of an eye and left me in this shit hole. I wish they would have taken me with them.

"Why are you crying baby?" I heard my mums voice from beside me.

I looked over to see her beautiful face looking at me. She's always been so beautiful, I wish I got her looks. She was floating beside me until she moved closer to me and sat on the empty spot on the bed.

"I miss you mum,"

"I miss you too sweet heart, so does your dad. We both love you and miss you so much," she smiles while a yet runs down her face.

"Maybe it's time I come to be with you," I said getting up from the bed, grabbing my razor from my drawer and walking to the bathroom.

"No baby, this is not your time,"

"But what if it is?" I said steadying the razor. "We could all be a family again," I smiled at the thought as the tears still fell.

"You'll be with us when the time comes, my love. But right now, you have a boy that loves you and cares for you. Now is not your time,"

That's when I heard a knock on the door and my mum vanished. I sat on the toilet, put my face in my hands and cried.

"Hayden? Are you okay? Please open up," Harry pleaded.

I walked towards the door and unlocked it. As I opened the door, I didn't hesitate to rush into his arms. My face dug into his chest and I cried.

"What's wrong, Hayden?" he asked while stroking my hair, calming me.

I sniffled and began to speak, "I thought you left,"

"No, I wouldn't leave you. I promise," he soothed me with his words.

I've never felt anything towards anyone since Josh but now, now I feel like I could actually... Love someone again. It's too early to tell just yet but as long as he is here, loving me for who I am, I can love him even if loving is really hard for my heart to do.

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Harry hasn't left me all day and I am thankful. I think I would have done something to myself I he wasn't here with me today. I thank god that I met this boy, he's as close as I've got to a family.

"Hayden?" he called.

"Yeah?" I called back as he walked into my room.

"I have to go home now, the boys are forcing me to, but I don't want to leave you here. Would you like to come with me?" He asked nervously.

He's too cute, he's honestly the most bad ass looking sweet heart.

"Yeah, sure," I smiled. "Let me just change,"

He nodded and sat on my bed as I picked out my clothes.

"Get out," I pointed to the door with a smirk.

"Nah. I'd rather see this," he winked.

"Perv," I smack him on the arm. "Turn around if you're not going to get out,"

"Fine," he said turning his back towards me, facing the wall.

I stripped of my sweats quickly and slipped on a pair of black jeans. I took off my shirt, grabbed a sweater and pulled it over my lace bra. I looked back over to Harry who was facing my way.

"How long have you been turned around?" I asked scared he saw my scar filled arms.

"Long enough," he smirked.

By the way his tone was, I could tell he didn't see my scars. Thank god, that would have been hell to explain to him.

"Oh my god," I covered my face with my hands.

"I'm kidding!" he laughed. "I didn't see anything,"

I glared at him and turned away not looking at him. I decided to play a little trick in him, one that involved a bit if acting.

"Fuck you," I spat.

"I-" he tried to speak but I cut him off.

"No, lying to me isn't something I'll tolerate," I spoke, it was true but this wasn't a lie I cared about.

I love fucking with people.

"I-I'm sorry Hayden, I didn't mean to-" he said worriedly.

I tried to hold in my laughter but I couldn't any longer. I burst out into fits of laughter and his face was priceless. At first, he was really confused then he realized I was joking and his cheeks went pink.

"Aw, is someone embarrassed?" I cooed.

"Fuck, Hayden," he chuckled. "Let's go,"

I laughed and he walked up beside me. He looked at my hand and grabbed it before I could pull away, not that I was going to. We walk down the little flight of stairs and to the front door. I put on my black vans then Harry and I walked out the front door.

"So who are 'the boys'?" I asked, becoming nervous to meet new people.

"You'll see," he chuckled and we drove off towards the end of the street.

•Authors Note•

Sorry. Idk.

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