Change (Harry Styles)

pain and bruises - chapter34

A.N - this is being uploaded from my ipid, so sorry if it is short or if there is any typos or anything:-) stay lovely, brats-Sophie.

its starts with just one petty slap across my face. It isn't much, but I know it shall create a mark. That one slap, turns into a ful punch, one on each cheek before another on my eye, and already, I can feel the swelling and throbbing in my eye, along with the sides of my face.

I want to cry, to break down and yell for help. But I Know it is no good, because if I do, I know that the actions following shall not be positive ones, so I am better to just keep my mouth closed.

It stops; the punching stops, and for a second, I think they have gone and left me, But I am proven wrong as a big hand grasps my neck, tightening it's grip more and more, before lifting me up and flinging me onto the ground, my back receiving a bolt of pain from the forceful contact with the cold concrete of the street grounds.

I wish for them to stop. I am only a girl, a weak one at that, I am not a strong man that can stand up for himself and fight back with whoever these people are that are hurting me in such a horrible way. I hope to wake up soon, lying in my bunk bed, safely wrapped in blankets and Harrys strong and warm arms, and for this all to be a bad dream; but even I know that will not happen.

I am brought from my thoughts as I feel a boot being driven into my stomach multiple times, sharp pains flaring freely throughout my whole bodu now.

"that'll do 'er now Danny boi" a strange, deep booms out.

'Danny' lets out a harsh laugh, giving me another rough kick, and then i hear the thud of their footsteps on the ground, getting quiter and quiter, until I can't hear them anymore.

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It is the bolt of pain up my back, that jerks my eyes to flicker open.

As my eyes become more awake, I take in my surroundings; brick walls, dusty bins, litter, empty bottles, and then I realuse that it wasn't a bad dream, and I did actually get beat up by compleye strangers that hsve no reason to do so, except for entertainment for themselves.

I am able to sit my aching body up, and lean myself againtst the wall, with a bearable amount of pain. In the pocket of my coat, I fish out my phone, luckily finding that those kicks I received have not effected my iphone at all. I press the button at the bottom of the phone, bringing it to life. The bright light glowing from it hurting my eyes a bit, but once they recover, I find out that it is half four, meaning I have been away from the tour bus and out on the streets for a total of roughly six hours now.

sticking the pain, I force myself fo stand up, and begin slowly in the direction of the arena, where hopefully the boys are rehearsing and I can just slip into bed, because knowing them, they would probably rush me to the hospital, whenever I am fine anyways.

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I fling the door of the bus open, and jump up the steps, finding that nobody is in the living, and there ian't much noise, so I am hopeful that they are inside the arena already.

I sigh as the coziness of the sofa engulfs my body and I just lay there, letting the silence overtake me.

But that doesn't last long, as the sound of a door closing makes me jump and open my eyes to see Harrh coming out of the bunk room, worridness acorss his face.

Harr reaches me a crouches down on the floor so his face is level with my own throbbing one. He doesnt say anything, just inspects my face; the cuts, bruises, blood, everything. I am pretty sure I look a state, but that is the least of my worries at the moment.

"what the fuck happened?" He finally speaks up, a hint of angryness laced in his tone of voice.

*Harry*