The Hurting Game (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: This is me

Chapter One: This is me

 [Chloe’s POV]

How long can you pretend?

How long can you live a lie?

Why do we let other people change who we are? Sometimes they can change us so much that we eventually turn out to be the person that THEY want us to be, and the person that we used to be doesn’t even exist anymore.

What would you do for love? For happiness? For the ones who are closest to you?

Would you ignore your pain just to make the ones you care about happy? Would you do that?

I sat on my bed and leant against my bedroom wall as I peered out of my foggy glass bedroom window. Today was just another simple, normal, boring day for me. People who don’t know me look at me and think that I’m so lucky. I mean, in a way they are right. I have a loyal, famous, best friend, a loving boyfriend (or at least that’s the side they see of him) and a good income from my career… But that’s not what my life is like at all. If you really knew me, you’d know my parents are both dead, for two years I’ve been in severe depression and I’ve been abused by someone i care alot about, my boyfriend. It’s hard, you know? Because people take what they see on the outside and never bother to look a little deeper. They see the fake smiles, the laughter, and the pretty face. But they never get to see are the tears, the heart ache, the bruises and the pain. They never see me suffer; in fact I’d never allow it. But now, it’s just gotten to the point where I know I have to be strong for those around me, I never do it for myself anymore, it’s all for the ones who actually DO care about me. And now it just feels like I’ve been too strong for too long and it’s time to take a break, to show people who I really am, to finally let me be my broken self.

I heaved myself off my bed and managed to fight through the icy cold morning. It was the middle of winter here, and the weather was absolutely freezing. Today was just another dark and early Monday morning where the streets of London were lifeless. I grabbed the coffee that I prepared earlier which felt pleasantly warm in my cold shaking hands before rushing out the front door. I got into my car and quickly turned the heater onto high. I threw my bag onto the passenger’s seat, did my seat belt up and drove out of the driveway as I headed off to work.

I walked through the all too familiar door as I prepared myself for another shitty week of work. I was greeted by my co-workers as I tiredly made my way over to my desk. I turned the computer on and a few seconds later to my dismay, I found my emails completely swamped. Great… today was going to be FABULOUS! I let out sarcastic woo! Followed by a frustrated groan as I slumped down into my chair.

 “Better get started then…” I mumbled under my breath.

A few hours into the morning and I was feeling completely frustrated, my boss was being a bitch and to make things that extra bit better I’d lost the files I had desperately needed to get the upcoming week’s project done. I really needed a getaway, someone or something to save me from all this work! Thankfully my prayers were answered when suddenly my work phone began ringing.

“Hello?” I asked hoping it would be a fun, interesting person that I could have a conversation with.

“Hey Chloe” I heard Harry reply back to me through the phone.

“Hazza!” I cried out happily. “Oh my god, it’s so good to hear your voice!” I said over dramatically.

He chuckled before responding. “So does that mean I will get a yes to our lunch date today? I haven’t seen you in two weeks! That’s a long time to go without seeing my best friend”

“Of course, i'm so sorry, i've just been really busy with work, where are we meeting?” I asked a lot calmer yet still excitted now.

“Where ever you want to meet...” He replied back to me in his slow, usually happy and charming tone.