Guardian (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5

"I told you, you little piece of shit, if you tell anyone your dead!" He screams, alcohol strongly coating his breath. 

"I didn't tell anyone, and I won't- I promise!" I sob, covering my face with my hands. I look through my hands to see him manically laughing and taking another swig of his drink.

"That's right you whore, you don't tell anyone." He sneers, throwing his drink glass to the carpet and grabbing my forearm. I scream in his hold and try to grab the arm of the couch. I can sometimes get away when he's this drunk.

"Please stop!" I scream. I don't know how many times I've said this sentence but know it won't work after he's this drunk. He slaps me across my cheek, making me cry harder and I finally give up in struggling.

"That's a good girl, no struggling and it won't be so hard." He laughs, gripping my arm tighter and pulling me to the bedroom.

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I wake up sweating and tears pricking in my vision. I hate the flashbacks, they occur more often than not and I always wake up either crying or on the verge. I look around rubbing the tears out of my eyes and start to panic. Where am I? I'm laying in a huge bed, with black sheets and white pillows. The room is all black and white, besides a single, light pink rose on the nightstand. Attached to it is a note, that I pick up curiously.

' I got this rose because it matched the color of your lips

                                                          - Harry '

I smile as I read it, until memories of last night flash into my mind. Trevor tried to rape me? I can't remember what happened after, I probably blacked out. I remember seconds after, but not long enough to piece everything together, I was on the bed, then someone was carrying me. That's it. Stacy must be worried sick, I know I would be if I saw her in that position, she's the only person I have ever told about my past, besides my parents, making us closer than ever. I would of told Iris, but I didn't know her as well when Stacy found out. I remember that day so clearly.

(Flashback)

Stacy and I sit on my bed holding magazines, taking about homecoming that is coming up.

"I don't know what fucking dress to get" Stacy mutters and throws the magazine to the floor. I laugh and circle a picture of one I like. Thank God I wasn't as picky as her sometimes. This would be our second homecoming and we were going together with our new friend Iris, who moved here at the beginning of Sophomore year. She was originally from New York and has the funniest accent I've heard by hard here in California. She has a rebellious attitude, but we've grown really close to her. 

"Stacy you'll find one you love, stop worrying. Plus your parents would buy you any dress you want, consider yourself lucky." I laugh. Last year her parents spent $800 on her homecoming dress, that she wore once and then put it back in it's back and into the back of her closet. She sticks her tongue out at me and I laugh.

"I know I just want it to be perfect, I heard that new kid Jeremy was going to be at the dance and he said I was cute." She smirked.

"Stacy he's a Senior, plus I think he's gay." I laugh; the kid was flaming.

"Nora! He is not." She said not-so-convinced.

"Okay well who wears that tight of pants, honestly. Plus he asked me what shampoo I use in my hair once." I warn her. We both burst out laughing.

"Why are all the cute ones gay." Stacy dramatically cries and lays her face down on a pillow. We lay in my bed on our stomachs, with magazines everywhere.

"You think the entire population of the boy race is cute-" I say, but get caught off when there's a knock at the door. My dad enters with a worried expression, holding the phone.

"Sorry Sweetheart, but you have to take it. One more, until everything is cleared over." He said eyeing me then Stacy. He handed me the phone then left the room. I breathed in a shaky breath before putting up the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I barely spoke, almost unheard.

"You little bitch think your so high and mighty because you have a rich family now. Don't yah? Well news flash. Your trash. imma come get you one day, don't you worry. I'm not letting you go that easily, like your slut of a mom." He seethes. I breathe in a shaky breath, knowing what my couselors have told me to say.

"You can't control me anymore, you can't contact me anymore, you aren't apart of me anymore." I say hanging up. I could feel tears slide slowly down my cheeks. I sniffle and wipe them away quickly, knowing Stacy is close by.

"What the hell Nora, talk to me." Stacy says as she scoots closer. I cry harder, knowing I'll have to tell her. She has to know, she's been catching on to my life more and more. Knowing her for 3 years now, I have to tell her. I can finally trust someone besides my family.

"Stacy I have to tell you some stuff." I say shakily. She nods and puts a hand on my back.

"It's okay Nora, you can tell me."

(End Flashback)

I get out of the bed and slowly walk out of the room. I walk down a dimly lit hallway and arrive in a living room area. There's windows almost everywhere I see. I get closer to the windows and see the ocean. Beach house. I must be closer to come than I thought. The house is cleaner than I thought it would be, with black and white furniture scheme like the other rooms, but the kitchen has some light blue decor around. I see french glass doors leading to a patio, so I walk out. I can smell the sea salt water and wish I had a bathing suit. I love the ocean. I could swim for hours upon hours.

The house is on stilts and surrounded by sand. I walk to the edge of the patio and look at the sandy beach area. I see a figure walking with a dog, getting closer and closer to this house. I recognize the figure to be no other, than harry. He gives me a cheeky smile when he starts walking up the patio, letting his dog off a leash. It's a german shepherd, looks to be still a puppy, but still a big dog.

"Your finally awake." He says standing next to me and facing the ocean like myself. His dog rubs her body against my legs and I bend down to pet her. I smile, remembering my dog at home, I miss Sammy now.

"Her names Duchess" He says, while still focusing on the waves. I smile at the name and stand back up, staring at him.

"Thank you for... saving me." I whisper, still not completely sure if he did or not. He faced me now, a smile coming across his face showing his dimples.

"I'd save you all over again." He whispers, leaning closer til his face was inches from mine. I knew he was going to kiss me and while my mind was telling me to back away, my body wasn't listening. I looked up into his eyes and he moved in closer. Knowing I wasn't going to back away. I felt his hands gently move up to my cheeks, cupping my face.

"Your so beautiful, you know that right." He whispers before slowly kissing me. I close my eyes slowly, relaxing immediately at his touch. He continues kissing me, until he stops just long enough to trail them along my jawline and then bring me into an embrace. I felt safe in his hold, even if I didn't know who he was really.

I wanted to know Harry. 

Who is Harry Styles? What does he want with me?

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A/N: He guys, I know I haven't updated in forever. School soon ughhhhhh, but I promise to keep updating. Just keep reading and telling your friends and I'll update faster. I named the German Shepherd Duchess (yea only like one person will get that)

K BYE

ILY