When We Collide (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

<Sorry for all the P.O.V changes, it gets a bit messy but it's important I think>

I couldn't understand what was happening to me, but I need to leave this small room. I felt bad for Harry and I needed to find him.

I left the room and walked down the emptying halls, the bell just rung so hopefully I would be able to find Harry. I wasn't sure whether he was in class or not yet but I was quite positive he wasn't. When the hall was empty and there was no sign of Harry anywhere I felt a weight on my shoulders that dragged me to search for him.

The walk seemed long but was cut short when my arm was tugged, I didn't have enough time to see who it was before my eyes were covered. I was being dragged, somewhere I didn't know. I heard a door slam shut and lock, I felt the small confined space around me. I screamed as loud as I could. The hand was removed from my eyes and my hair was tugged back, keeping my face up for the slaps that were being dished out to me. With every slap the force turned my head to the side, I cried out in pain, earning another slap. The room was dark with only a small light from under the door. The slaps stopped and I heard talking, one was a girls but I couldn't make out who's it was. The conversation drowned out and a kick was connected with my stomach, making me hunch over and cry out in pain. The pain I was feeling distracted me from the rag that was shoved into my mouth. I could smell and taste the fumes. I knew this wasn't good. Before I could scream again a loud bang came through the door, something I only heard because another slap was delivered to me, but it was the last one I would feel because everything went foggy and soon black.

Harry's P.O.V

I didn't think getting in an argument with Jasmine would make me this upset. What she did shocked me, I could understand that she was upset but I only wanted to help.

I walked away from her and my anger rose with every glare I got from my so called 'friends'. I didn't have time for them but when Zayn spoke I turned of my heel to hear what he had to say.

"So Harry's new girlfriend is already dumping him? Not good in bed are we Haz?" My fist connected with his face as soon as he'd finished. He staggered back, surprised by my hit but he didn't hit back. Knowing I could knock him cold from previous fights.

"Have fun with that bitch. You'll both get what's coming for you," Stacey spoke up while comforting a raging Zayn.

With a nod and a snicker from me, I turned on my heel and left. 

Zayn's P.O.V

"Get that bitch he's got. I want him mad enough so I can fight him. Stacey, get Shane and Mark to help you." My face throbbed and I wanted revenge. Stacey got her phone out, moving het fingers across the alight screen.

This better be good.

Harry's P.O.V

Once I had had my smoke next to my car and was sure everyone was in class, I decided to go back inside. As much as I hated being here I had to keep my Father happy. So that meant staying in school and coming everyday.

As I walked inside the building and up to the 4th year's level, I noticed how quiet everything was. No sounds from the classrooms as every ones heads were down working. The only sound I heard was a faint scream from down the long hall. At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but as I got closer and the screams became louder, I knew it wasn't in my head. I quickened my pace into a fast run until i was close enough to the scream to figure out where it was coming from. The janitors closet.

I sprinted to the door, pressing my ear to it. I could hear the muffled cries and the slaps they were receiving followed by a scream. I twisted the door handle, rattling it, trying to open it but it was locked. I started knocking, fist pounding against the door. I started screaming for them to open up, but with a slap and a scream being my only reply, I knew the only way was to knock the door down.

My shoulder connected with the door, I winced from the harsh shock my body got from the bang,  but did it again.

I'd noticed students pouring out of their classrooms, watching me. They stood around watching as my shoulder connected with the door. My anger rose as no one did anything. "Don't just fucking stand there!" I screamed over the talking, "Help me!"

My voice broke when I saw 2 big jocks emerge from the crowd, moving me out of the was to carry on my job. I rubbed my shoulder as it started to throb.

It took 3 tries but eventually the door flew open and I was not ready for what was playing out in front of me. Reminders of her first day came to mind as this was a similar situation. But more brutal.

She was in the same fetal position, but her hands were tied up and a gag in her mouth to muffle her screams that had stopped. I looked above her at the 3 keeping her hostage. Shane was holding her back while Mark delivered various slaps to her already bruising face, blood smeared across her cheek from a cut just beneath her left eye. Stacey had her back to the door, and as her right leg moved behind her, taking all the force she could muster, he foot connected with Jasmines stomach. All 3 were too oblivious and caught up in their act to notice everyone outside the open, cracked door.

I'd been forced to the back of the hallway by every one trying to watch the show in front of them. As soon as I was pulled out of my trance I pushed my was through, making it to the front. Tears ran down my face as I watched her lifeless looking body laying on the ground. My hands wrapped around Stacey's shoulders pulling her away. The gasp that came from her told me she was oblivious to everything. I heard a loud scream from our principle who'd just gotten to the scene, but my view was set on the helpless girl in front of me.

I knelt down as close to her as could, pulling her into my lap and cradling her in my arms. I was crying into her neck. I wasn't worried about my pride, all I cared about was the girl in my arms.

I'M SORRY!! This chapter was sooo hard to write! 

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