Bruised and Scarred (Harry Styles/punk/au)
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She sat silent on the stone cold cement floors that tiled her bathroom floor. Blood drained from her face as the all too familiar coolness ran in trickling streams down her peculiarly thin arms. She broke, again. She keeps promising that she'll stop, but what's another broken promise anyways.
Dark, raven like hair cascades across her back, down her shoulder blades, gently tickling the hem of her pajama bottoms. Pants, a fresh long sleeve as well. Normal to her, and everyone who had met, or known her. She had been broken for so long, it wasn't a big deal in the summer anymore.
Harry, the bad boy, he had never talked to Laikyn. She was uncharted territory, a nobody, an outcast. She was quiet. A loner. Will that change when she stumbles into him? Will fate play a key role in this dark tale?
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W.G I walked toward the girls' bathroom, trying to ignore the weight of my bag and the ache in my shoulders. That's when I saw him. Him. He wasn't smiling. Not that it would've mattered. He leaned against the wall, effortless and impossible to ignore. Another girl was in front of him, talking too much, laughing too loud, desperate for his attention. He nodded at her words, listening without a hint of amusement-cold, calculated. Then his eyes landed on me. Green, sharp, dangerous. He smirked. Just a little, but enough. Enough to make the blood in my veins run colder. The kind of smirk that promised he saw everything-everything I was thinking, everything I was hiding. I stiffened. Fingers tightening around my bag strap. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to acknowledge him. But he had already claimed the moment, made his presence known, and the corner of his mouth that lifted into that smirk said one thing clearly: he knew. And he was enjoying it.
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