I need a hero (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Today was Monday, meaning I had to go back to school and face Lana again. I was really dreading this day because of the time I had with Harry. I've only known him for about a week but I've learned to trust him more than others. He's the only one I can count on right now and he's the only one that seems to care.

I got up off my bed as my eyes struggled to open. I walked into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. After making sure my teeth were all cleaned, I grabbed my razor that I hide in there and began to slide it across my wrist. One cut after another, I felt the pain turn into satisfaction. I love the pain that it brings but the satisfaction I get is much better. After I finished opening new wounds onto my skin, I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room. I don't necessarily feel sad when I cut but it's hard to stop. You know those times where you don't necessarily feel sad but not happy? Like you're just empty inside? That's how I feel.

With my towel that I always use to clean up the mess I make on my arms, I dabbed it on to the wounds until they stopped bleeding. I bandaged them up with large sized band aids and went back into my room. When back in my room, I opened my closet and looked at my clothes.

"What to wear, what to wear," I said to myself.

I finally decided on a grey sweater, black skinny jeans that were ripped all up the legs and black combat boots. I left my blonde hair down while it naturally went straight. I put mascara on my lashes to make my bright green eyes pop.

I finally finished getting ready and noticed that it was 7:50 which meant I had half an hour to get to my first class. Perfect amount of time to get my things from my locker. I walked down my flight of stairs and into my living room. I grabbed my back pack and my keys then made my way out the front door to my car.

After a dreading 10 minute ride to school I parked in my usual spot far enough away from the school so no one knows I parked there, at least it think so. I walked up to the school quickly and spotted Lana and her group.

"Fuck," I mumbled.

I was almost past her until I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me back around.

"Did you really think you'd get away with walking right past me?"

"I was hoping," I said under my breath.

"What was that?" she sneered.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Bull shit you little bitch," she scoffed. "Don't you fucking lie to me!"

"I'm not lying!" I lied yet again trying to please her, only to piss her off more.

That's when she pounced on me. I was completely taken aback but quickly recovered by pushing her off me. She ran at me and I stuck my hands out gripping on to her shoulders as she grabbed my hair.

By now a huge crowd has formed around us and was chanting Lana's name.

She gripped my hair tightly and took me to the ground by pulling very hard, causing me to wince. My head hit the ground causing my vision to slightly blur. She took that opportunity to jump on top of me. She straddled my waist and pinned my arms underneath her legs. Before her fist could collide with my face, I rolled over so that I was now on top throwing punches. My fist hit her fake face multiple times before two people lifted me off the ground. The two guys that were always with Lana held my arms so I was unable to defend myself.

Now I'm fucked.

Lana got up with blood running down from her nose and mouth. I smirked at the damage I left but she just laughed knowing that she had full control of my fate.

"Who's in trouble now Hayden? You little bitch thought you could beat me? Hah," she spat in my face. "You don't have anyone to help you because you have no fucking friends, you fucking loner. Don't you realize you should have killed yourself by now? No one would fucking care. You'd slit your wrist one last time and you'd lay there dead. No one would come to your funeral because no one fucking likes you and you know it,"

If your wonder why Lana knew about me cuttin, it was because she ripped one of my sleeves as we were fighting one day and saw. She luckily didn't tell everyone, only her friends but now everyone will know because she fucking yelled it.

Even though I knew her words were true and hurtful, I didn't give her the satisfaction of crying. I knew that she craved making me feel pain and I can't let her this time.

"And you think people like you? They're only here because they're scared to be hurt by you. They're scared your going to make them feel like shit like you do to me everyday. You're so fake it makes me sick," I said in disgust and I literally spit on her face.

That pissed her right off because her fists clenched as she quickly moved foreword towards me. She wiped the spit of her face and laughed, then looked at me. She put her fist up and hit my stomach as hard as she could and boy, did it hurt. I curled over but the two guys kept me up straight. She hit me again in the stomach then twice in the face. I dropped to the ground and felt myself blacking out. But just before I closed my eyes, I saw a figure coming up to me. The person started talking to me but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The person the got up and ran at the two guys and start punching and kicking until both were curled up in a ball, crying in pain. The figure then went up to Lana and started to yell at her.

"If you EVER fucking touch her again, you'll be sorry you did,"

And with that, the person walked over to me, picked me up and started to walk with me in their arms. My eyes began to flutter closed but the person said one last thing before I drifted off.

"I'm sorry,"

And then my eyes closed.

•Authors note•

I actually love this chapter idek aha