step brother ≫ styles

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TW: discussion/mention of self-harm at the end. 

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*{HARRYS POV}*

So I may or may not have just gotten Madison grounded for life..

Damn, there's no way she'll ever like me now.

**

2 hours earlier

I walked into the kitchen where I expected to find Mads, but instead found Chris.

"Hi, Harry," he greeted me looking up from his work.

"Hi Chris.. Where's Mads-er Madison?" I asked.

"Oh she went over to Kelsey's," he told me.

Huh..

I thought she said she said she was doing something with Luke tonight.

"What was that?" Chris locked eyes with me.

Oh shit did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did Harry. Now what was that about Madison being out with that boy?" his tone of voice had changed, he sounded seething.

"Um.." I stuttered trying to figure out a way to avoid telling him.

"Harry, I know you don't want to betray Madison.. But Luke Hemmings is bad news. Madison shouldn't be out with him."

"Why?" I asked instead of answering his question.

He sighed, "It's not my place to tell, but I will tell you he is no good for Madison, or any girl. Now, where is she?"

"I.. I don't know. She said she was going to hear his band play.." I reluctantly said.

He pulled out his phone instantly and dialed Madison's number, I'm assuming. I guess he then got her voicemail because he composed a new text but sent it before I could see.

Harry Styles, you're seriously fucked.

*****

present time

I heard Madison close the front door before Chris shouted.

"MADISON ROSE FAYES." Was all I was able to hear..

I guess he decided to stop with the yelling.

I sat at the top of the stairs before hearing another shout, this time it was Madison's voice.

"OH YEAH? WELL YOU KNOW WHAT DAD, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT."

I quickly moved around the corner just as she reached the top of the stairs.

Her make up was running and her eyes and face were red.

She slammed the bedroom door and I debated on following her in.

What have I done?

I never wanted to cause her any pain.. but what was so bad about Luke? And maybe it's a good thing then if she doesn't date him? And she dates me instead?

Okay no I know that one was a little far fetched. 

But here I am.

Well..

I walked up to her door, taking a deep breath before knocking lightly.

I heard a muffled 'go away' but went inside nonetheless.

"Mads.."

"How'd he find out?" her head hung in her hands.

"The only person who knew I was going out with him tonight was.." her eyes looked up, "you."

"Madison I-" my voice cracked as she cut me off.

"You. You," she managed as realization hit her, "YOU HARRY STYLES, YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. I'm sorry for being so cold to you at first, but really? This is your way of getting me back for it? Fucking ruining my relationship with the only guy I've ever liked. Hell, the only guy who's ever noticed me?" Her sadness turned to anger and never in my life have I wanted to disappear so badly.

"Madison you don't understand-"

"No, Harry. I'm done. I gave you a shot and you blew it. You proved yourself to be the arrogant and selfish celebrity I knew you were." She told me.

I know when they say 'I'm heartbroken' they mean it as a metaphor.

But as those words came out of her mouth I could literally feel my heart breaking in two.

"Just go," she whispered, "Just leave me Harry. You don't have to pretend anymore. Just go ruin someone else's life would you?"

And with that she slammed the door in my face.

Emotions of sadness and anger bubbled inside me.

Why?

Why couldn'y she see that I so desperately cared about her? And wanted her?

I feel like I should be angry with her, she's been so hard to deal with.

But I'm not..

I just feel broken.

As though someones just ripped out something in me.

Madison has taken my heart, but she doesn't know.

I walked into my room shaking.

I sat down on the bath rim in my attached bathroom trying to stop the tears and sobs coming out.

What could I do?

My eyes locked in on one of the doors in the vanity.

Don't do it, Harry.

My mind was telling me.

Don't go back.

The urge was too strong for my weak emotional state to fight. The last few weeks here with her have been so stressful and confusing. I didn't want to upset her or anyone else. I didn't want to ruin the wedding with my stupid crush. 

I opened up the drawer and pulled out what I hadn't used in around 3 years now, as things in my life were letting up since the lads and I had become One Direction.

I stared at the blades. Things had gotten better since I joined the band, the 4 of them were good friends to me. I didn't know how to cope with the hurt I was feeling, I was overcome with my emotions. But...

I slammed the drawer shut. I couldn't go back to that, not now.