Dani's P.O.V.
I carefully looked at myself in the mirror. I had on a black dress with a silver flower belt going all around about five inches above the belly button.
I slowly flattened out the dress. Then turned my attention on the struggling Harry.
“How in the hell do you tie this thing?” He fumbled with his tie.
“Here.” I grabbed his tie, and slowly showed him how to tie it.
“Oh.” He looked surprised.
“Thanks.” He gave me a kiss on my cheek.
“Time for my funeral.” I laughed.
“I’ve never attended my own funeral before, this should be interesting.” I giggled.
“Well, it’s revenge. Not a real funeral.” He gave me a stern look.
Brothers.
“We can make it a real funeral.” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear me.
He quickly sighed and gave me a frown. Telling me he wasn’t happy with I had just said.
“Please, don’t think that way.” He sat down on the edge of his bed.
I sat down next to him.
“Promise.” I closed my eyes and put my head on his shoulder.
We sat in silence, until Louis came barging through the door.
Oh Lou.
Louis jumped on the bed and sat directly on Harry. Harry started struggling form under Lou.
I laughed at the scene in front of me.
“Boobear, get off me.” Harry sputtered in frustration.
“Ok, but only because I love you.” He got off of Harry and put his hand over his heart dramatically.
“Oh no you didn’t.” I snapped my fingers in “Z” formation.
“He’s my, Hazza bear!” I exclaimed, jumping into Harry’s arms and holding onto him like my life depended on it.
“Get off my man!” Lou ripped me off of Harry in the blink of an eye.
“Ok ok, I surrender!” I put my hands up in defeat.
“Victory!” Lou screamed.
“What the hell is going on in here.” I heard Niall outside the door.
I quickly looked at Harry for help. Next thing I knew I was being shoved into a closet.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Niall asked.
“We were just uh-“ Harry stuttered. He never was good at lying.
“We were just having some bromance time.” I couldn’t see him, but I felt like he was smirking.
“Oh. Well get ready, it’s almost time, for-“ He quit talking. Go on, with what you were going to say!
“Yeah we know.” I heard someone say, it sounded like Zayn.
After that was said, I heard the lock click on the door. As I came out the bright sun blinded me, I squinted.
“What was her trying to say?” I asked.
“He doesn’t like to say funeral or your name anymore.” Hazza told me.
“Oh.” I looked down, now I feel guilty as fuck!
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Scarred- One Direction FanFiction
FanfictionDaniella is Harry Styles sister. She has been away from the band and her brother for four years. Her life without them, was hard. She has spent all her time hiding her scars. She came from a world of abuse and hate, all from her father. But when she...
