Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 10

Sandra's POV:

For the first morning in almost 9 years I woke up to the sun beating down on my face, not my mothers fist. A warm smile filled my cheeks as I sat up and stretched. Harry was still out cold with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. I felt so at ease, completely at peace watching Harry sleep. He looked so young, almost like a child.

His chocolate brown curls were messy on his head. His pink, perfect, plump lips were parted slightly, quite snores escaped them each breath he took. He just looked content and I didn't want to ever leave.

I stared at him for a little while longer and then went to the bathroom I had used last night. I needed to put on makeup before Harry woke up. If he saw me without my concealer and foundation he would be petrified. I even scare myself sometimes.

My face was still an abnormal shade of a yellow-ish green and slightly purple. I had a bump forming on my right cheekbone and a cut along my jawbone where a piece of glass had cut me. I carefully applied the makeup and then was faced with a fake girl. I sighed again and cringed at my body.

My legs were still bruised, bumped up and cut. I had been beat so many times my ribs were sore for I think-ever and my skin was slightly thinner than normal.

The scars on my arms were still present from when I had cut my self last. I know I shouldn't do it when I'm already faced with so much pain, but in a way it makes the pain durable. I feel like I created it and not others so it's okay. I haven't cut myself for 2 days, so that's pretty good.

I quietly tip-toed back into the room to grab a pair of long jeans and a sweatshirt. I went back into the bathroom and changed. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and I looked somewhat decent. I heard a yawn and headed back to the room. Harry was awake.

"Sandra?" his voice was laced with sleep and I swear it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. His morning voice was my new favorite voice.

"I'm right here," I smiled at him while I plopped next to him on the bed.


"Do you, erm, want me to make breakfast?" The way his cheeks burst a deep pink made my heart flutter.

"That would be lovely."

About 30 minutes later a huge plate of chocolate chip pancakes were stacked before me.

"Mhm," I moaned as I licked my lips in anticipation to eat the food before me.

Harry barked out into a fit of laughter. It was contagious. I couldn't help but laugh, even though I had no idea what I was laughing about.

"You, you just moaned over food," he managed to choke out. My laughing immediately stopped. I dropped my gaze from his green eyes.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed love I was just teasing," he reassured me.

"I didn't mean to it's just I can't remember the last time I had a homemade breakfast. I always just eat a banana or something small, so my mom wouldn't notice that I took food. I was never able to eat whatever I wanted . My mom always forced me to make her breakfast, lunch and dinner and not eat it myself," I mumbled. My mouth said the words before I began to process what I said. My hand shot over my mouth and I peeked a look at Harry.

He didn't look angry more, heartbroken? His eyes drooped down and he had a frown so big it made my chest ache. His shoulders slumped forward and he looked defeated.

"I'm sorry, I really am, I, I didn't know. If I knew that I swear I wouldn't have said anything, I, I, just thought you just did, and I feel like crap now," he apologized to me. I walked over to him and pulled him into a big hug. Reassuring it was okay.

"She's sick," he spat.

"Who?"

"Your mother."

"Oh I know," I sadly remarked.

"Shh, it's okay let's just eat now, yeah?"

I nodded and we sat back down at the table. I pilled my plate high with 6 pancakes. I took one bite and let out another moan.

"These are so good," I told him with my mouth full.

He chuckled quietly,"I'm glad you like them."

I smiled big and finished off my plate of pancakes. We cleaned the dishes and headed back into the living room.

"Your house is really...big," I tell him as we sit on the couch.

"Yeah," he just shrugs his shoulders.

I guess that's the end of the conversation.

"So, is there anything I should know about you mystery boy?"

"Well I just moved here from England," he starts.

I can't help but let my mouth drop to the floor.

"Why in the world would you move from England to Washington!" I gasped.

"My mum had a job offered to her here as well as my step-dad," he tells me.

I nodded.

"Erm, what movie would you like to watch?"

"Anything you can chose," I sing-song back to him.

I can't sing for my life, well I don't think I can. I amuse myself when I try I think I sound like a dying cat. It's always fun though. Harry looks at me shocked his green eyes gazed into my soul.

"What?"

"Sing."

"What?"

"Sandra, sing for me," he commands. I want to tell him no, just because I don't want to, but I can't. The way he says my name does incredible things to my body.

I just look him in the eyes and take a shaky breath.



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