.Through The Dark.(H.S)

Chapter 4

I sighed, not because I was angry or upset, but I was tired that no one would leave me alone. Sure, I like having friends -Zayn, Liam, Niall, Louis and Harry are my only friends- but Im not a talker. If people don't socialize for a reason, it's probably cause they either want to be alone, or just want company. I on the other hand want both, but being alone has been 95% of my life.

"Why would you care? aren't you supposed to take Aryana's side and destroy me even more?" I blurted, not thinking about what I said.

It took me a while before I glanced back at Harry, his hard green eyes focusing on me making me feel bad.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry." I mumbled, rushing to not get him upset.

He looked at me, with something laced in his eyes. Anger and confusion.

"What makes it ok to judge someone who actually stood up for you, Rose? Do you enjoy getting bullied in front of other students?" He said, his voice slightly rising to show that he was making a point.

"I just.. I'm done with everything. I don't give a single fuck that they hurt me. I've grown used to this in fact. For 9 years, I have always stood alone, and learned to deal with my problems in life. I had to build a god damn bridge and get over it." I said with my voice rising with every word I said. By now I was screaming, with angry tears flowing down my face.

He looked shocked, but then his face flashed with surprise.

"I-I didn't know, I'm-" I cut him of by holding up my hand.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Harry, no one fucking knows. They haven't even bothered to talk to this broken demolished girl that never speaks to anyone all her life."

He stood there, his features soft and sad as he starred at my saddened face with tears of distress and anger.

"I'll be here for you, ok?" he said quietly, his voice deep and raspy. His eyes met mine only to see his eyes a grey color.

"Harry, your eyes," I said confused at why they are grey. He closed his eyes immediately, his eyebrows knitting together.

"I-I um, I've got to go," he rushed before he swiftly in the blink of an eye, disappeared around the corner.

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School ended a few hours later, and I decided to walk home instead of riding the bus- as I usually did.

I snatched my leather coat and put it on, while I slung my pink backpack over my right shoulder before making my way through all of the other senior students before walking down the road.

I stopped by a small market, buying some things for my house like Apples, chicken breasts, yogurt, celery and a pack of sweetish fish, before heading home. I really needed to get home, cause I had work in an hour.

I scurried home, me only having a ten minute break to unload my groceries before trotting upstairs and slipping out of my white shirt, and pulling on a blue t-shirt that had 'Ken's Diner' written in white letters, and switching my converse for black work shoes.

I grabbed my jacket and wallet before stepping out and locking my Flat and jogged to the diner around the block.

I slowed down once I reached the end of the street, and stood at the corner of the road, waiting to cross the road when all the bloody cars stopped.

I turned to my left, hearing an older couple around there late thirties or early forties, arguing about something.

And of course I tuned in, being the nosy girl I am.

..." Why were you at that skanks house? am I not good enough for you?!" the woman cried, looking sad and disappointed. The man scoffed, shaking his head.

"Clare, you are always in the way with shit I need to do! so yeah, your not enough for me. Go and get the fuck away from me." He growled.

She went to touch his shoulder, but was soon smacked by no other than the man himself.

She gasped, covering her left cheek. I huffed and stepped in, giving the man a cold stare.

"What kind of a sick man are you? she had no right to get smacked in the fucking face. You should be ashamed of yourself." I said, getting ready to smack the man too.

He smirked at me, eyeing me head to toe. making me uncomfortable.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in. You know, if you wouldn't get in others damn business, you wouldn't get what she got!" he hissed, smacking me hard enough to make me stumble to the ground.

I noticed him walking closer, as the woman kept calling ' William, stop, don't do this,' as he inched to my body.

He smirked, then started kicking me hard. I didn't want the past to repeat itself so I tried to stand up, but he pushed me back down.

Right before he kicked me again, someone flung him to the ground, and started throwing punches in his face.

I groaned, and turned to my side to see who it was. Harry Styles.

His curls were bouncing quickly as he threw punches at 'William'. I tired to call his name before he completely murdered the man.

"Harry," I gasped, making him freeze and starring at the man who had blood on his hands. He faced me, his eyes almost a red, before snapping back to green ad rushed to my side.

"Rose? Are you hurt?" he said, his voice angry and concerned.

"I'm fine," I brushed off. I tried to get up, but only to crumble back on the ground with pain spreading through my body.

"Rose, let me help you," he said, trying to help me. The thing was, I didn't want to be helped. I wanted to actually feel something again.

"Harry, it's ok." I said, getting on my knees slowly. He rolled his eyes before picking me up like I was nothing.

"Your not going to work. I'll get you home, love." he whispered. I glanced back at the man who looked dead, but his head was so broken and destroyed it made me want to vomit.

Harry noticed me watching the man, so he switched me to bridal style, and my lord are his hands freezing.

"Bloody hell Harry, your hands are ice cold!" I said, looking at his face. He glanced at me and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

I sighed, and let my head fall into his chest. But I didn't hear a heart beat. I brushed it off, not think about it and snuggled closer but winced when I turned a bit.

"Rose, the more you move the more it hurts. Just relax." He said, looking down at me as I nuzzled my head in his neck.

He chuckled as I just grumbled.

"You know where my house is right?" I asked, my eyes drooping slightly. He nodded then said something of the lines ' yes I do,' and then I was out like a light in his stone cold arms.

(A.N. Tell me if I need to improve! I thought this chapter was a little bad, but I'll do a longer one next.