Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 27

Harry's POV:

When I came back into the room Sandra was curled up into a tiny ball asleep on our bed. Little bits of her hair were floating up when she exhaled and stuck to her lips. Her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling slightly and even though she was sleeping, she looked beyond beautiful. I know it's pretty cliché, but I felt my knees go weak.

You know those moments when everything just kind of hits you? It just happened to me.

I am so lucky, literally the luckiest guy in the world, here I have this beautiful girl who is mine. A beautiful girl who cares about me and loves me and who I love back. A girl that I would love to wake up next to me every morning, to give a good morning kiss to, no matter how bad her mouth taste.

A warm fuzzy feeling filled my toes and shot up my whole body and I swear my love towards Sandra just grew by the million, my love for her just seemed to be endless.

Tears formed in my eyes and I laughed quietly to myself at the fact that I was actually crying because of how beautiful Sandra looked while she was sleeping.

And as weird as it may seem, I took out my phone and snapped a picture. I have so many of her that she doesn't know about, but I can't help it, she's mine and I just love her so much.

I changed into my boxers, not bothering to put a shirt on and pulled Sandra's clothes off. I put one of my sweatshirts on her and took in a slight gasp and shaking breath, trying my hardest not to make a noise. Something about how it was big on her, maybe that it was mine, or maybe that she was still sleeping, made me feel my briefs tighten quickly.

My cheeks flushed a dark red, even though Sandra was still sleeping, I was so embarrassed. I laid her down and covered her with a blanket before scrambling to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as I could be, the image of her still sketched into my mind.

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When I came back into the room, Sandra was still fast asleep, and I felt much better. Once again seeing her happy and asleep pulled at my heart and I almost threw myself at her out of happiness. I turned off the lights and snuggled into her shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around her protectively and she moved closer to me when she felt my touch, it was heartwarming.

I kissed her hair and whispered into it,"I love you," and even though she couldn't hear me, it was still true.

Sandra's POV:

Her hand squeezed my neck, so tight, that I could feel and hear the blood pounding in my head. She laughed at me, she laughed at me struggling.

Harry came around from behind my mum and laughed. He laughed with her at my pain. Harry's parents walked from in from behind him. They started laughing too.

"She actually believed I loved her," he spat.

"She is a filthy human being," Anne remarked smugly. Her husband nodding his head in approval while shooting me the nasty smirk I had ever seen in my life.

Zayn and Chris walked in after Harry's parents.

"We told you Sandra, he never cared about you, nobody ever has and nobody ever will," Chris told to me proudly. My back started to burn from the cuts that had made in my back. I still couldn't breath and I started to kick at the air around me, wiggling like crazy.

Harry nodded his head.

"Harry, please," I choked out, struggling for air while batting my arms around feverishly.

He turned to face me,"You actually think I care? Sandra, I never have cared."

"What?" I managed to squeak.

"Sandra you are the ugliest, fattest most disgusting human being to ever walk the earth, you literally deserve to die and I don't have any regret saying that."

He didn't care.

He never cared.

And I was staring into my mothers black lifeless eyes as she dropped me to the floor while Harry raised his fist, ready to beat me until I bleed. He was going to hit me, my Hazza was going to hurt me.

"Please! Please stop! Remember! Don't listen to them! Harry! Harry listen to me! Hazza!"

My heart strained as I had an internal battle with myself unsure if I should cry or scream.

"No, please," my voice cracked, my final plea.

He laughed again and moved his hand above his head ready to pound it into my body, his eyes only showing one thing, hate and disgust. I turned my head away from him, the tears flowing freely from my face. Then out of nowhere he started to caress my face.

I woke up with a startled gasp and mangled scream.

"Shh, Sandra please don't cry," Harry cooed into my ear.

"It's okay, it was only just a dream, please." I restrained against his hug and flinched away from his touch.

Harry's eyes filled with hurt and deep lines of worry filled up his forehead and his warm smile turned into a long frown.

"Sandra?" his voice sounded so small.

He didn't hit you, he didn't say those words.

I held onto my knees and buried my head into my knees.

The doorbell rang and I was still crying so Harry murmured a heartbreaking,"I'll get it."

I clutched onto my knees and rocked myself back and forth.

It was just a dream.

A dream.

It wasn't real.

"YOU CAN'T FUCKING HAVE HER BACK!"

"Harry?"

"FUCK YOU! YOU BITCH YOU WILL NOT GO UPSTAIRS! NO STOP! GO AWAY!"

Suddenly I heard a crash and Harry's screams couldn't be heard anymore. I sat there for a few minutes, yet I was still to stunned to move.

Was Harry okay? And who the hell was in our house?

I was about to step off the bed when the handle on the door squeaked and turned a few times.

And there I was face to face with my worst nightmare, scared shitless.

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