DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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Harry's POV:

"I'm fed up with castles! Let's just build a house, then the Playmobil people can be Mummy, Daddy, and us? Niall said.

No Niall....I don't want to build a house with MY blocks! I want to build a tower, but what I want doesn't count.

I was getting bored, so I started building my tower, I didn't have enough so I took one from the house.

"NO HARRY! DON'T SNATCH THAT FROM THE HOUSE...PUT IT BACK NOW!" Niall screamed at me.

I didn't 'snatch' it, I took it, it's mine! Idiot!

I felt angry, so I threw the stupid block. I didn't mean it to hit anyone, but it hit Louis in the face.

"OH MY GOD! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Niall shouted as Zayn went to Louis. He was holding his face and crying.

What have I done?

Niall ran out, he's gonna get Mumma or Dadda. I'm gonna be in so much trouble.

Dadda's gonna hit me. I don't like being hit, it hurts so much.

I crept out of the room before Dadda came up the stairs, I hid under a table in the hallway, and when Dadda and Zayn went in our room, I ran down the stairs.

I could hear Louis crying.

I saw Mumma sitting in the sofa, watching TV.

I crawled on all fours into the kitchen, then stood up and opened the back door.

I'm surprised it wasn't locked.

I went into the garden. I've never been out here on my own before.

My face is soaked cos I'm crying, like a stupid baby.

I'm stupid!

They're all gonna hate me now.

I'll end up in another home. With nasty people.

I can't go back in there.

I get to the bottom of the garden. I was just gonna hide behind the shed, but I see a gap in the fence.

I bet I can squeeze through that!

I got on my hands and knees, stones stick in my legs, it hurts, but I don't care. Dadda will hurt me more if he gets me!

I squeeze through the gate, some of the wood from the fence tears my shirt, I hear it rip, and my back is scratched. Ouch!

I get up on the other side.

This is what the world looks like?

I don't know where to go, or what to do now.

I think my feet are frozen the the ground. I can't move. I'm scared.

I want my family.

I want cuddles.

But they hate me now.

Louis hates me.

I sit down on the ground, my knees up to my chest, and bury my head in them.

I can't stop crying.

I'm angry with myself.

I'm stupid.

I've ruined everything.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump back, looking up at a man.

"Hey little lad...are you lost?" He asks.

I nod my head and wipe my nose on my sleeve.

Maybe he can take me to his family. They'd be nice and loving.

"Come with me, I'll help you." He says, his voice is calm and he seems nice. So I stand up slowly and take his hand.

His hands are rough, and big.

He takes me to a car, I didn't hear it pull up in front of me. He opens the back door and I get in.

It doesn't have a car seat, so I feel like a big boy.

He clips the seatbelt and gets in the driver's seat.

"Right, little lad... let's have an adventure!" He smiles at me in the rear view mirror.

Adventure?

He drives off down the road where I've lived for over a year. The only time I've been away from home in all that time, was when I've gone to hospital, and I don't remember those times.

I look at the trees, and the big fluffy white clouds in the sky.

All the things I've learned about from my family and the internet.

I see people walking in couples, in groups, with dogs.

I miss my kitten.

He drives off of the main road and  goes down a bumpy muddy track.

There's more trees. It's darker down here. I can't see the clouds anymore.

Eventually, the car stops, and he gets out.

He opens my door, unclips my seatbelt and helps me out.

In front of me is a small building made of dark wood. The windows have boards over them.

He gets a key out and unlocks the door, it creaks open and he pulls me inside.

"Sit down here." He points to a dirty old sofa. It looks a bit like the one Mummy and Daddy had. That was dirty and smelly too.

I sit down and look up at him.

"Now then... what's your name little lad?" He asks.

It's quite annoying when he calls me that.

"H...Harry." I whisper.

"Lovely name. I'm Mitch." He tells me.

Where's his wife, his children?

I look around.

There's no photos on the walls like at Mumma and Dadda's house.

There's not much of anything, I can't even see a TV set.

"Were you running away?" He asked me.

I nodded.

"Cat got your tongue lad?"

What cat? What does he mean.

"I... I h-have a c-cat." I whisper.

"Awww...cute." he replied, turning his back to me, he walked over to what I think must be the kitchen. It just looks like one massive room.

He came back a minute later with a small glass of water and a slice of bread.

I'm hungry.

I drink some of the water, and as I pick the bread up, I notice the green fluff growing on it.

I look up at him. He grins down at me.

"Eat up lad. That's all you'll be getting for a while!" He sneered.

Holy shit!!!

I meant to do this in italics, but again, I got halfway through before I noticed it had gone off.

So... what is going to happen next?

Who is the mysterious Mitch?

Will he be found soon?

Stay tuned for the next chapter, tomorrow!

All the love XXX