Why Me? A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Harry was following me home from work. I walked into a dark alleyway and I felt hands reach to my neck. I can't breathe. My vision blurs around the edges. I gasp for air but it doesn't come......

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I sit up gasping. Just a dream, just a dream. I try to console myself. Sweat covers my body. I look over at the clock and it reads 5:21. I know I can't go back to sleep so I go to the bathroom to take a shower. I catch my reflection out of the corner of my eye. My light brown hair goes all the way to my waist. But right now is looks as if it is the home to a pack of rats. My dull brown eyes take in the mess that is me. I hate my body. I have a layer of fat that sits on my waist. I have chubby thighs and a fat face. I don't wear make up though. Well I do but only to hide the bruises that Harry gives me after school. He has bullied me for 2 years now. I hate him. I hate school. I hate me.

I get into the shower and wash myself under boiling hot water that soothes and relaxes. It's the only place were I feel comfortable with myself. I get out and put on an outfit for school. A long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. I gather my school things and just as I'm out the door I catch a folder piece of paper in the corner of my vision.

Clary,

I went to work early today. And I won't be home until 10 at night. So here is 30 dollars to order take out for dinner.

-Mom

Mom is never home. Since her and dad broke up she has buried herself in work as a distraction. She didn't even realize that he daughter is going through hell. I sigh and take the money. I walk to the bus stop at the corner of my street. And luckily there is no one there. I pull out my phone and just as I'm about to put in my earbuds I hear the voice of the devil himself.

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A/N: Cliffhanger. Ok if you like my story I promise to update tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Please like and or share.