CHAPTER 4
**ALANA’S POV**
“Well, this is how it started” I whispered, glancing down at my hands. I take a deep breath in and calmed myself.
“You know how one of my friends went out with Harry?” I ask Kate, she nods, and I close my eyes battling the pain and the images of that night “Well, she had a party in London and I was invited. It was a big thing for a 17 year old and practically everyone was invited, especially Harry. I got drunk then I met him” I break off and take another deep breath in.
“Well, we talked and had an instant connection. We couldn’t contain our feelings about each other and then one thing led to something else.” I look up at her with hooded eyes; Kate is looking at me with sadness in her expression
“Then?” she whispers, probing me for more information. I sigh, rubbing my temples as the memories come back.
“Then, well, you can guess without the details but my friend walked on me and Harry. She called me things that I didn’t stop or protest because they were all true. I was drunk but I still slept with my friend’s boyfriend. I went down stairs to avoid her but she continued her abuse. She hit me and didn’t stop after the first time, she just kept hitting me and hitting me until he came down. She then” I choked on my words, feeling the tears smart at my eyes, I keep talking “She then whispered, I am dead to her. I ran.”
“Aw Ali” my cousin says gently and hugs me tightly, I let my tears spill over my cheeks and onto her black shirt
“I started getting hate from girls and her, so I changed my name from Allison to Alana and left London. Those scars on my wrists aren’t from falling over, they are from letting out the pain.” I tell her, Kate crushes me to her chest. I squeeze my eyes shut and hug her back just as hard
“Harry Styles is a bastard” she says, fire glinting in her eyes as she pulls out of the constricting embrace we were locked in. I turn to leave then face her again, feeling rage and pain fight their way through my body, turning it to dust
“You know the worst thing is? I loved that boy and he has no memory of it” I whisper as his image swims before my eyes.
**HARRY’S POV**
That girl. Alana, well that’s what Danielle told me, is different from the others girls. Yes, she is hot but for the words she said to me? That’s different about her. There are girls out their dying to bang me but she just threw daggers at me. Quite the fighter.
Her stubbornness to my advances is a bit of a turn on. I want a girl that makes me chase her, just not squeal and giggle stupidly at everything I say.
Speaking of the devil, out comes the girl herself. With red eyes. I feel a slight pang of sadness for her, for whatever she is hiding. Umm, Harry, what the hell have you been smoking? Remember you don’t really have relationships with any girl. Even one as good-looking as Alana.
She notices me looking, well more like staring, at her and her expression loses all warmth, turning cold and slightly angry. one thing that I like most about her are her eyes but at the moment, they are frozen pools of ice.
“If you like what you see Styles, look in a magazine, that’s where ‘your’ type of girls are” she says, putting ‘your’ in quotation marks. My grin changes to my classic sexy smirk, guaranteed to get the girls. It doesn’t work on her, not the slightest. No swooning at my feet, no blushing, nothing apart from the sharping of anger in her eyes.
“But you are my type babe, want to test it out?” I say, winking. A look of pain flits across her eyes for a second to be swiftly replaced calm coolness
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Fanfic"Look me in the eyes and say that you felt nothing!" he screams slamming a shaking fist against the wall next to me, trapping my trembling body with his own. "If I did that, I would be lying" I reply, my voice ending with the slightest tremor, "and...
