"Cater! Get up!" Liam called me.
I pulled myself out of bed and heaved myself into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a jersey. I put on a pair of high-tops and threw on an addidas hoodie.
I'm not your typical teenage girl. I hate wearing dresses or anything girly for that matter. The only reason I wear make-up is to cover up the bruises caused by Harry. I'd rather sit at home with the boys watching wrestling than go shopping with my friends. The truth is, I don't exactly have any 'girlfriends', thanks to Harry. But it doesn't bother me, as I fit in perfectly with the boys.
"Morning Liam." I mumbled as I sat down at the kitchen table.
"Hey Carter! Here's your breakfast." He handed me my breakfast.
"Thanks." I smiled as I began to munch on my food.
Liam is practically my dad, since our parents unfortunately died 3 years ago. But the boys helped us so much through our hard times and now live with us. Except for Harry, thank god.
"Have fun at school today!" Liam told me as I made my way towards the door. As If I'm going to have fun at school when Harry's around.....
"I will. Bye Liam!" I mused as I left the house, shutting the door.
Liam and the rest of the boys now attend college, where-as me and Harry are both in the same year and won't be finished for another 2 years. Yay me.
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I got to school and went to classes as usual. I didn't see Harry at all; he probably skipped school or something. I went to my locker after school. I swung the locker door open and accidently hit someone in the face with it. I looked down and saw Harry on the floor, clutching his nose.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Harry!" I panicked.
He glared up at me with that evil glint in his eyes. I shut my locker door and ran out of the school.
"Oi! I'm not done with you!" he called after me.
I kept running, not even looking up. I banged into a strong build. I looked up and saw Harry's friends staring down at me. I twisted around the other way to find Harry with a smirk on his face. I backed away from Harry and bumped into one of his friends, who pushed me forward as my body collided with Harry's. I gazed up and him and trembled.
"Now carter... you know what I do to you when you run away from me, don't you?" he whispered, his evil voice sending shivers up my spine.
I made a run for it, that is, until Harry put his foot out in front of me and I fell to the floor. Harry grabbed me and pulled me up viciously. Blood dripped down my face as I had hit my head very hard off the floor.
Tears welled up in my eyes. Harry hit me in the face and I fell to the floor.
"Stop crying you ugly slut." He spat.
I heard a car screeching and Harry knelt down beside me.
"Carter?! What's happened?!" I heard Liam's voice speak in concern.
"She tripped and fell over. I came to see if she was alright." Harry pretended to be worried.
"Thanks for helping her out mate. See you later at mine?" Liam asked as he picked me up in his arms.
"Of course." Harry smirked evilly at me and strolled away.
Liam put me onto Zayn's lap in the car.
"What's happened Cater?!" Louis exclaimed.
"She fell over.... Again..." Liam sighed as he began to drive off.
Tears continued to fall down my cheeks.
"Shh cater it'll be fine." Zayn hushed as he cradled me in his arms.
Story of my life.
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My Babysitter: Harry Styles (harry styles fanfic)Teen Fiction
Carter Payne is Liam Payne's little sister. She loves Liam and the boys. But she has a soft spot for one person it particular. Harry Styles. Carter and harry were best friends, two peas in a pod. But Harry's in love with his best friend and the feeling is mutual. But when...