Little styles

Chapter 10

I walked into the club as if I didn't have a care in the world. I looked around taking in the bright strobe lights and sweaty bodies that smelled of cheap alcohol. I smiled and sat down at the bar. A very attractive bar tender walked over to me.

"What can I get ya??" He asked while trying to figure out how old I was.

"The strongest thing you got" I said feeling a bit wild as I started to feel the Adrenaline pulping through my veins.

He sat a tray of shots in front of me and smirked "No one has ever drowned all of them. You up to the challenge??"

"HELL YEA!!!" I screamed attracting a couple people attention.

I mean it was only about 12 shots how hard could it be.

* 7 shots later*

I was hammered. Extremely hammered. I start to make my way to the dance floor completely forgetting about the "challenge"

I pushed myself through the sweaty bodies. I felt myself collide with someone. Not just any someone. It was Niall.

"Hey sseexxxy!!!" he said while slapping my ass. I jumped a bit and squealed.

He took a good look at my face and attached his lips to mine. It sent us into to a lust fest. He placed his hand on my ass and the other was riding up my shirt. I had my hand basically in his pants and on his chest.

He pulled away and said one word " bathroom"

I swiftly nodded and was basically shoved into the girls bathroom.

He looked at me his beautiful blue eyes full of lust that I'm sure I also held in my green eyes.

He reattached his lips while grinding his ever growing bulge onto my crouch. I moaned in pleasure, I've never had someone affected me so much.

The door swung open and two girls started taking pictures of us.

"OMG is that Niall and Harry's sister. OMG Harry Is gonna be pissed!!!" they squealed.

I shoved past them realizing the truth behind their word. I couldn't believe who I had become. I ran. I ran to Harry's house. I need to apologize. I've been a bitch. A total bitch. I stumbled out of the club. Flashes going off everywhere. Wtf?!?! PAPARAZZI?!??!! They ruin everything. Damn.

They threw questions at me like "are you drunk. " "Pregnant" "high"

The sad thing was that 2 out of 3 things were true. Well at least there's no cops.

" Miss, I need to see your license." a slightly older man said.

"Whattt Huhh umm sure." I said taking out my Wallet. I dropped it and my real license feel out. Damn I wanted to give him a fake.

"Ma'am this says that you are only 15. There for you are drunk,disorderly,underaged,and disturbing the peace. I'm sorry but you are under arrest." He stated as he slipped the cuffs on my wrist. The paparazzi was sure to take millions of pictures.

Damn

This has been a eventful night.

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I woke up in a jail cell not remembering what happened the night before. All I knew was that I had a killer headache and needed some aspirin.

I sat in the cell thinking. Thinking about my recent choices. I've been doing some pretty stupid stuff. I need to mend the bond between us. We used to be soo close.

*Flashback*

Why are they soo mean to me. What did I do to deserve this. Why do they all hate me?? My 12 year old Mind pondered.

Everyday it got worse the names became harsher. Their hits became harder. The bruises grew more noticeable. They told me I should kill myself. They told me I wasn't worth it. I never listened to them. Until September 16. I came home. I didnt want to be there. I didn't want to be alive. I wasn't planning on being alive anymore. I walked in the door and tried to hind the bruises. Surprising

Harry was there.

"SAVANNA!!!!!" Harry screamed running into the living room to greet me. He picked me up and grabbed my face. His happy face quickly turned into anger and concern.

"Who the fuck did this." .He whispered.

I pushed him away and ran upstairs.

I locked myself in my bathroom. I cried while their evil voices rang in my head. Fat ass. Slut. Whore. Kill yourself. Die. Bitch. Die. Die. Die.

It rang in my head. I ran over to the medicine cabinet. I removed my bracelets reveling my scars. Showing that I wasnt as strong as I thought I was. I was a failure.

I turned on the water and grabbed my razors that were like my best friend. I swallowed many pills as possible. I grabbed my razor and pressed it down on my skin. I felt my eyelids start to close. I smiled.

"I'm going home" I whispered right before I saw Harry lifting me out of the water with tears on his face.

Then the world went black.

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I opened my eyes. The bright light blinded. I looked where I was. I look around and notice neddles in my arm. I looked over to the side of my bed and saw a mop of curls. It was Harry. Harry. My brother who looked out for me. I looked at my wrist. My scars remind me that the past is real.

Hell. That's what I have been living in. Harry was my only bright light. I need him. He helped me through everything.

I sat up and saw that my slight movement awaken the curly headed brother.

"Savanna??" He spoke the awkward silence automatically spoke.

I nodded looked away. I felt ashamed.

"Why??" he asked with tears in his eyes.

"Them. "I whispered pointing at my phone that was buzzing with texts saying to kill myself.

"I will always protect you. " He told me embracing me in a hug.

"I love you, Harry." I said as he wipes his tears

"I love you too" he said.

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I wiped my tears and laid down on the hard prison bed.

"Savanna???"

Cliffhanger

Hey guyyyyysss. Sorry this took so long an that it's short. I'm busing and in lazy. Soo pleaaaassse don't hang me.

Byyyeeee

Makayla.