broken -a Harry Styles fanfiction-

--"this is it..." i whispered to myself as i stood apon the ledge of the london bridge, i held in my hand a picture of the harry and i taken about a year back, we were so happy then, why did he have to do that? it hurt me so much, the pain was no longer bearable. i stared at the picture for a few moments longer, before long, i heard noises screaming my name, it sounded like the boys, but i didnt care "why..?" i whispered to myself as i feel myself fall... --

*one year ago*

i had just gotten out of school, finally! tomorrow i was graduating and moving to london, i couldnt wait, i was basically shaking in my shoes, because of that and it was freezing cold! i hugged my arms tighter to my body as i picked up the pace. 'bad day to walk home' i sighed to myself as i reached the front door to my house, i heard yelling and banging, oh no, not again i thought. stupid parents, always fighting over pointless nothings, i unlocked the door and stepped inside, stepping on a peice of glass in the process, i yelp and slammed the door on accident, the yelling stopped, but my enraged father walked towards me, slapping my left cheek hard.

"HOW DARE YOU! WE DO NOT SLAM DOORS IN THIS FAMILY! you little bitch!" he snarled, i felt tears pricking my eyes as i apologized, looking over at my mother who had the same look as my father on her face, only worse."HOW DARE YOU SLAP OUR ONLY DAUGHTER! YOU PIG! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! GET OUT! NOW!"my mother screeched at him, he pushed me out of the way, opening the front door, only to slam it again. I heard the tires on his car screech as he drove off and i fell to the floor in a heap, crying, my mother came over and sat next to me, hugging me close to her side.

"baby its okay.. hes not going to hurt you anymore.." she cooed sorrowfully in my ear, rocking back and forth gently as i sobbed "sweetheart, i know this isnt a good time, but go get freshened up, okay? i have a suprise for you in the kitchen!" i nodded slowly, cautious as to what suprise she had in store for me, standing up i then limped my way over to the staircase, keeping in mind that my foot was in so much pain. I soon made it up the stairs and to my bedroom door, i sighed heavily, i never liked my bedroom, it made me feel like i wasnt a real teenage girl, i opened the door revealling my only poster hanging on my wall, it was of these boys, one directon, i think theyre called. My mother gave it to me on my birthday, it was my only present but i appreciated it. I freshed up and got changed into some sweats and a tank, waddling out my room and down the stairs.

I smelt the scent of food coming from the kitchen, but i rarely ever ate, i was beginning to get confused "mom?" i called out softely, my voice cracking from all the crying before, she came rushing out of the kitchen "hello sweetie! you look adorable, your suprise is in the kitchen, dont scream.." i laughed vaugly "me? scream? i doubt it"

i walked slowly into the kitchen only to become face to face with five reather attractive young men.

"w-who are you..?" i had asked rather pointedly. the blonde headed one stood up, introducing himself as niall horan "hello love.." he had quite the accent i might add. "we're one direction" the boy with the mop of curly hair added, soon after intorducing himself aswell, "im... im rachael.." i shook hands with the curly headed man.

my cheek began to hurt, alot. "mum.." i chocked "huh? what? hunny are you okay?" she rushed over, her eyes stopping at my cheek, it had begun to bruise and swell a bit. her features softened as she grabbed some ice, carefully placing it on my cheek. "thankyou.." i whispered, she simply nodded, kissing my forehead before exiting the room.

i should introducte myself, im rachael, as you know. im 5"3 with long dirty blonde hair and I'm underweight, blame my father. i am quite smart in school, i concentrate too much though, completing every set task in the lesson time, freaks my teachers out qute often, they call me weird, but i dont mind.

"mom... i need to talk to you, in the lounge room, now." i stated as i walked off into the lounge area, i could feel the boys stares on my back, like they were looking in my soul, i heard my mom's footsteps and turned around, narrowing my eyes at her "what are one direction doing in our house?!" i whisper yelled, staring her straight in the eyes.

"calm down rachael, i won a contest that states if you win, the boys come to your house and take you to live with them for two years, or more"

"WHAT?!" i cleared my throat "what?! you going to send me to live with five strange teenage boys? FOR TWO YEARS!?" i screeched, atempting to lower my voice.

"calm down rachael, it will be a good experience for you! and you wont have to live in this shithole, go, please, explore the world.. live your dream, darling" my mothers voice was soft, yet reasuring, i felt greatful. embracing her in a hug, i walked back into the kitchen, staring at the five boys seated at the table "hello" i nervously at down in front of them.

"so, you won the contest. congratulations" the feathery haired boy said, louis i think his name was."PACK YA BAGS!" that niall boy screeched at the top of his lungs, causing me to flinch, i nodded quickly, got and ran to my room, packing everything i own, which wasn't much, a small brown bag's worth in fact, after putting on some makeup to cover the bruise on my cheek, i changed into a fresh top and pants, putting on my worn out flats.

taking my time walking down the stairs i felt the boys studying over me with their eyes, i embraced my mother, whispering a thousand thankyous into her ear, giving her a couple of kisses on the cheek.

after what felt like an hour long 'goodbye' session, i walked out the front door, five boys in tow, making my way out to an unfamiliar black car parked in the driveway.

***AUTHORS NOTE***

hope you liked it, its my very first story! :) took me a while to think of it, but it would be absolutely lovely if you read it xoxo