Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

4. Hear me out!

Skinny love - Ed Sheeran

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

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"I'm home," I force a smile at my parents, closing the backdoor behind me. My brown hair falls in front of my face as I remove my stinking sneakers.

"You're late." My mother spits, raising her eyebrows, hands hanging lowly on her hips.

"Mom, 10 minutes!"

"No excuses." What? Really, what's the matter with her... I don't want to sound like a rebel without a cause but she is crossing the line.

I roll my eyes at her, and head to my, designed with blue furniture, room. I turn my television on, not wanting to feel alone in my room. My hands grasp the handle of my dresser.

"We've been informed that Harry Styles has been injured badly, we don't know what happened to him yet, all we know is that it's bad."

I quickly run to the television, taking the remote and raising the volume.

"He's been in LA for about 2 weeks know now, apparently for a vacation. We are all waiting patiently for an answer. At least he is breathing, which is a big relief." I dart my eyes at the television, a man speaking and laughing while telling about Harry.

I bite my inner cheek, worry taking over my body and soul. I can't say I care for him, but I did feel bad if something happened to him.
Should I call him? No, then he thinks that I'm willing to do what he pleases.

I shut the television down, and grab my phone. Scrolling through my old and desperate text messages I sent Brian. It kinda hits me now that all along he didn't love me at all. I was just another games he played. I sigh, feeling weird.

I'm not exactly happy but not exactly sad either. It's like I can't see the light or the darkness. I feel empty and useless.

I'm so tired of my life, Harry's words hit a sensitive spot, I really am bored of the things I do on daily basis.

I tuck myself to the bed, gently pulling the duvet over me. I try to close my eyes but sleep isn't just welcomed tonight. So many things wander through my mind.

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I blink my eyes, breathing heavy as I take in the sight of fresh blood. "What?" I walk up to a body, not recognizing who's it is. I touch the person, turning his face to me. The curly locks are messed up, a scar in the middle of his face, eyelids closed but there's no blood coming from him? He's not dead because I can see his chest rising and falling slowly. But where does the blood come from?

I touch Harry's tanned face, caressing it delightly. I see my fingertips leaving a red pattern on his skin. I look at my both palms closely, seeing that the blood is coming from me.

Suddenly, I'm bleeding, and I can't see anything else but Red.

"Allyson, save me." Harry wakes up, reaching his hand for me.

But, I'm the one bleeding. I can't get words out of my mouth, no matter how much I try to speak.

My hands grab a soft fabric, I open my eyes to realize that I'm fisting my sheets, sweat running down on my temples. I remove the duvet from me, getting out of the bed.

"It was just a nightmare." I try to calm myself, breathing in and out.

Maybe I should text Harry to see if he's okay, just a text. It doesn't mean anything. I take my phone from under my pillow. I search for the note Harry gave me, a sound of relief escaping my mouth as I find and realize that I haven't lost it.