Harry Styles. The stupid famous superstar who every teenage girl is obsessed over. Me? I think One Direction is overrated and made for a bunch of seven year olds. They aren't even remotely cute. They're just a bunch of needy money boys.
"Ha ha, you're Harry." I smiled. He smiled and blushed.
"Harry Styles. Yeah. That's me." He smiled and looked at the ground.
"Wait... Why are you here?"
"Um... Can't answer that. You have to go now. Don't tell anyone I'm here." He picked me up and pushed me out the door, and with a slam, I was forced into the hallway. .
"HADLEY! GET OVER HERE!" I looked to the right and saw the fuming person I called "Dad". He gave me life, he has two daughters, but only treats one of them right. Why? What did I do to him? What have I ever done to him? As I snapped out of my thoughts, I saw my horrific looking Dad walking fiercly down the hall.
"GO AWAY!" I screeched, my voice cracking and raspy. As he continued closer, I closed my eyes and was ready to die. If he hit me one last time, I'd probably die.
"You heard the girl, leave her alone." I opened my eyes slowly, to see Harry standing infront of my Dad.
"Oh and who are you? Her psycotic boyfriend?" He asked.
"No, but I don't like seeing you hurt people. Now go before I call the police. I could have you arrested." Harry said firmly.
"And when I get out, I'll kill you first." And as my Dad stepped closer- Harry swung a punch.
But my Dad grabbed his fist.
And Harry kicked him.
Right in the balls.
"YOU STUPID INSANE IDIOT!" My Dad cried in pain. Harry looked at me with piercing eyes and grabbed my hand.
"Run."
And I did.
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FanfictionIf I got told things got worse I'd laugh. Because it's impossible. Right?
