Forgotten. A Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 3

Harry's P.O.V.

I couldn't sleep at all last night. I was thinking about Elizabeth. How could she do that to herself? Why wouldn't she tell anyone that her dad beats her? All these questions flooded my mind at night. I won't say anything about it to her tomorrow. I looked at my clock, 6:03 in the morning. I mean I guess I won't say anything to her today about it. Maybe she doesn't even notice her diary is missing. How could she not? She writes in it like every day. Maybe I'll just give it to her in chemistry. I won't change how nice or mean I am to her then she will know I read it. Why am I over thinking this I don't even like her. Or do I?

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

I woke up at 6:03 and started getting ready for school. I let my mind go wild while I covered up the scars on my wrist. I wondered if Harry was doing the same thing. Maybe he was lying in his bed and thinking about me. Elizabeth your stupid. Your just a loser he won't love you. Or even like you. After like 10 minutes of letting my mind go wild I was done getting ready. I wen downstairs and grabbed a pop tart. I heard laughing behind me and I turned around to see the one and only. Chris. "Are you seriously gonna eat? Your fat, haven't you stepped on a scale recently? Oh right, when you do all it says is error. I don't even know why your still alive." Chris said, wow that was really mean I just turned back around and started walking towards the door. Before I got to the door Chris grabbed my wrist. "You think your better than everyone don't you?" I shook my head, but it was too late he slapped me across the face. Hard. "Your pathetic." He kneed me in the stomach. I yelped out in pain. There was no point in screaming help. No one would hear me. I laid on the floor and everything seemed to blur then I heard the door open and close. He must have left. I tried to get up from the ground but I just couldn't. I had no strength in me at all. All of a sudden everything turned to a black screen.

Harry's P.O.V.

It's currently sixth hour and I haven't seen Elizabeth at all today. That's weird she's usually always at school. I wonder if she's ok. Harry stop thinking about her and pay attention to the lesson. Maybe I should go by her house today, to you know give back her diary and stuff. The final bell rang and I exited the classroom I was in. I didn't bother talk to any of my friends. I got in my car and made my way to Elizabeth's house. Wait, I don't have her address. I sighed and got out of my car and made my way back to school. I went inside the office.

"Hello, what can I do for you sir?" The receptionist asked.

"Um I need Elizabeth Wells address." I replied.

"I'm sorry I can't give away that type of information unless you are family." She said nicely. Nice people make me sick. In frustration I slammed my fist on the desk.

"I need her address and I need it now! I have to return something of hers!" I practically screamed at her. She had been scared, I could tell. She gave me Elizabeth's address, and then I ran back to my car and started making my way to her house. I pulled into her driveway and I ran up to her door. I pounded on the door.

"Elizabeth!" I shouted.

I started to turn the door knob, the door is unlocked. That's not very safe. I opened the door and the sight I saw was terrifying. Elizabeth was lying on the floor, in a white dress. She looked beauti- blacked out. She looked like she was blacked out that's what I was going to say. I ran to her and kneeled down next to her and started to shake her. "Elizabeth wake up." I whispered in her ear. How long has she been lying there? She wouldn't wake up. I scooped her up in my arms and took her outside. I opened the door to my car still holding Elizabeth. I put her into the passenger seat of my car. I closed the door behind her and I ran to the other side of the car. I started speeding down the road. I have to get her to the hospital. I went up to receptionist desk at the emergency room, holding Elizabeth in my arms.