Scars (H.S. au)

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Sam's POV :

...He turned to me, looking down at me with furious eyes. And the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, clutching my left cheek by my hand.

He hit me.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong? Why did I go wrong.

"How many fucking times have I told you to write neatly?!" He spat down at me while still holding the homework in his hand almost crumpling it. "And I hate this pen colour. Who fucking told you to write with pink ?"

Just because I wrote with a pink pen he hit me .I swear I could see the rage and anger in his eyes ,his knuckles were almost white .How could someone so kind and nice whom I thought was nice whom I trusted the first was the very own guy who beat me up every day ,I know wonder did he even have a soukd inside him ,did he ever pity me ?

These reasons were too stupid to be mad at someone for, let alone hit someone for. You must be thinking that. Well, Harry loved seeing me miserable. He loved seeing me cry in pain. And he'd make up even the lamest excuse just to see me in pain.

"Get up."

I slowly got up from my position on the ground.

"Faster." He ordered me further. And just as I got back up he started throwing punches at me.

His fist collided with my jaw, making me stumble back, my hand reaching to my throbbing cheek again. He stopped me by taking hold of my shoulders, delivering a kick to my stomach with his knee in the process. My back bent and hit the wall behind me as he kept on kicking at my gut. My lower abdomen hurt heavily as he pulled back. I slid down to the floor, legs too weak to stand properly. I clutched my stomach as I did so. Groaning, my eyes shut close with the pain. The pin was so much that I could black out and never wake again

I felt the presence of someone else. I opened one eye to see a blurry image of a medium-heighted girl. As my vision cleared I recognized the beautiful girl with medium length brown hair, parrot green  dip-dyed ends and brown eyes, to be Eleanor. She was the girlfriend of Louis. She was super sweet to everybody, including me too.

But Harry couldn't stand anyone being nice to me so when he saw her once talking to me, he ordered her not to and well as for me, he beat me for talking to her.

Even though her eyes showed sympathy, she would talk to me very less, and I wouldn't blame her. I wasn't worth it anyways. I wasn't worth anything actually. Well atleast that's what I've been told ever since last to last year when Harry broke up with me.

Yes. He broke-up with me.

Harry and I were really good friends. We all were. Me, Harry, Louis and Niall. Adam had brown hair swept across his forehead, hazel eyes and height just like Harry's. He left to Canada just last year due to his father's job, who didn't want to leave Adam alone here in London just yet. Liam and Eleanor came along just this year.

We four were inseperable. We always hung out together, partied together, laughed and even cried together. We had known each other since secondary school. Harry took a liking for me which I returned with ease. I had always liked his eyes, lips, hair, laugh, smile and the way he'd pout when I took his favourite pen.

One day of the summers before last year, Harry asked me out and I immediately said yes to him. We went on a few dates and then on one date he took me to the beautiful lake side and finally asked me to be his girlfriend. He got me a necklace matching to his and even helped me wear it.

He was the sweetest boyfriend ever. He took me to places, restaurants, bought me my favourite food, CDs, shirts, flowers, chocolates. He was literally the best thing I could ever wish for.