Your Pov
Why would he do this? I thought he cared about me. I walked down the hallway at school trying to make it to my locker before everyone got out of lunch.
I had my best friend Harry’s baseball cap on and kept my eyes on the ground in front of me. My hands were shaking as I tried to put in my combination. The bell rang and my heart stopped when I realized the hall would be crowded in seconds.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched before I heard Harry’s voice.
“Hey, where have you been?” he asked and I kept my eyes on the inside of my locker.
“Y/n?” he shook my shoulders a little, but I didn’t move.
“Y/n!?” he turned me around and saw it. My eye was bruised and swollen shut and I had a few deep cuts on my skin.
“Oh my God Y/n.” his hands flew to my face and cupped my cheeks.
“D-Did Jeremy do this to you?” he whispered referring to my boyfriend.
He is in a fraternity at a nearby college. I didn’t answer and his face turned red with anger.
“I’ll kill him,” he said darkly, “but first I’m taking you home.” He picked up my bag and walked me out to his car, not caring that we would be skipping the rest of the day.
I was staring out the window and Harry wasn’t saying a word. I could tell he was fuming. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
“Harry…” I said quietly and his eyes softened.
“How could he do this to you? You are the most wonderful, perfect, amazing girl I have ever met.” He grabbed my hand and I felt a tear run down my cheek. How did I end up in this situation?
*Last Night*
“Y/n!” Jeremy yelled as he snaked an arm around my waist. He smelt of alcohol and weed and I moved away from him. He pulled my back into him and he started to kiss down my neck in front of everyone.
“Jeremy, not now.” I said, my face turning red in embarrassment.
“C’mon baby. You are driving me nuts in that pretty little dress.” He slurred and started to pull me away from the crowd of college guys.
“Jeremy, I don’t want to.” I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was still a virgin. I found myself in a cramped hallway in the frat house pushed up against a wall with Jeremy attacking my neck with hickeys while his hand traveled up under my dress.
“Jeremy, stop!” I screamed pushing him off. He stared at me with dilated pupils and I felt a sharp sting on my cheek.
“You don’t decide when we stop, I do.” He said darkly returning to his assault on my body. I pushed him away again, tears running down my face. I ran down the hall and felt myself pulled back by my hair. I hit the ground hard and yelped in pain.
“You think you can cock block me like this?!” he rambled before delivering another slap to my face, this time hitting me directly in the eye. My hands flew to my face while I tried to stand up. I felt his arms grip me tightly and throw me against another wall. The beat of the music was so loud that it was barely noticeable. I moved my hands for a second to try and figure a way out, but I was only met with the back of his palm.
I soon felt blood running down the side of my face. Jeremy backed up to deliver another blow, but I moved and his hand hit the wall. He doubled over in pain and I ran for my life.
I cringed at the memory and Harry’s grip on my hand tightened. We pulled into his driveway and he unlocked the door. I followed him into the living room and he sat me down on the couch.
“Here, I’m going to get you some ice for your eye.” Harry said softly before disappearing into the kitchen. I pulled off the hat and the oversized hoodie I was wearing and leaned back on the couch letting out a loud groan. Harry walked back in and gasped.
“I know. It’s bad.” I sighed looking up at the ceiling. He sat down next to me and lifted up my arms into his lap. There were bruises littering them and his hands ran over the skin softly. He placed the ice on my face and I winced. My head ended up in his lap and he was stroking my hair. We sat in complete silence for a while and I just watched him. His brown curls were falling around his face and his bright green eyes looked sad as he studied my injuries. His large hand took the ice off my face and he rubbed his thumb on my cheek.
“Y/n…” he whispered, “I-” He was cut off by loud banging on the door. He sighed and moved me off his lap to go answer it. Harry turned the corner to get to the front door and I heard shouting.
“Styles! Where is she!?” I shot up off the couch at the sound of his voice.
5+ Comment/Vote for part 2
