♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

How to Save a life.

(A/N):  Anotha oneeee 😂😂❤

Might as well get you a box of tissues if you're here to read this, by the way.

Enjoy

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I Breathed Heavily as I felt My body growing exhausted, But I knew that Right now wasn't the time to stop since they were Hot on my heels. I felt suffocated as My legs failed me and I went stumbling down the road. I couldn't take it anymore and I clutched my stomach in pain at The Horrible Fall that I took. So much for running for a straight two hours.

And Even after that, They never gave up on Chasing me until they got to me. I mean, Torturing me and making me feel like absolute Shit was their favourite Thing to do. I Closed my eyes tightly as I felt the footsteps come closer But I really couldn't Get up. I tried to, But ended up on the ground again with a puddle of my own blood coming from the Cuts and scratches on my arms and Face.

I eventually Heard The sound of footsteps stop right in front of me. A moment of silence passed by and I managed to open my eyes and look to see the Familiar worn out white converse. He crouched down in front of me, a smug smirk plastered on his Face.

"Didn't know that your Fatass can run for that long, Bitch." He laughed, His mates Erupting in laughter right after him.

I groaned, rolling over at the Burning I felt in my lungs. I was still breathing Heavily, My face Flushed and sticky with Tears. I probably looked disgusting, And I'm sure he wouldn't mind pointing it out.

"You're pathetic." He spat at me. He pushed me and took me from my arms, Making me get up Harshly. I screamed in Pain, Shutting my eyes and Turning my Face away from his. I felt him shaking me violently, and I heard him yelling at me a bunch of Horrible words but I felt Numb. I couldn't comprehend what was going on due to the Amount of Discomfort I felt. I felt like I was mentally dying.

And suddenly I was brought back to reality, with Harry on top of me, Punching The living Shit out of me. I Didn't scream, I didn't Cry, I didn't Whimper. I did Nothing but lay there and stare at him Blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" He snapped, Slapping me Harshly. However, I didn't flinch. I Was motionless, Probably looking Like I actually mentally died.

When I didn't answer him, His eyes darkened in Anger and He looked the Angriest I've ever seen him. He picked me up and pinned me against the Brick wall behind me. And just like that, He kept smashing my Head against it, each Hit Harder than the other until I felt myself slowly Fading.

"Stop, Harry! Stop please!" I yelled, Scared out of my mind that he'll kill me. If he killed me, who will look after my Mother and my baby brother? Who Will Pay for my Mothers medication? Who will Work to keep food on the table for the Both of them? I can't leave this world knowing that They have no one out there.

"You're worthless! Why are you even Here? No one likes you. You're a Brat, Ungrateful Bitch even. No one would want to be Friends with someone that Brags and Nags. Everyone Hates you." He Yelled at me. Each word Struck me right in My Heart but I just took it Silently.

"Okay Harry, I think thats enough. C'mon, Mate." I heard The Blonde one say, Patting Harry on the shoulder. Harry roughly dropped me, Spitting at me before Walking away like Nothing Happened.

I couldn't keep Strong anymore and By every sob I choked on, My already Damaged Heart broke even more. I couldn't get up and no one was there to Help me get up. No Friends, No Dad, No older siblings, No Family. Only a Mother fighting for her Life in The Hospital and a baby brother that is still new to this world and doesn't realise what The hell is going on.