Drawn To You (a Harry Styles Fanfic)

Prologue

Author's Note: Hi everyone! We're really excited to be posting the first taster of our latest story. If you haven't already, check out our previous fanfic- Where Do I Belong, and leave us some feedback on it. Anyway, without further delay... enjoy :)

Hattie & Ellie x

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Finally, the tears had subsided. In these few moments of silence, I allowed myself to relax, taking in long, deep breaths whilst wiping away the remaining tears that had settled onto my stained cheeks. I felt the need to check myself in the mirror. The tangled mess on my head was in desperate need of fixing, and my usual pink cheeks had probably been masked over with the smudged makeup which had trailed its way down along with the tears.

But I felt weighed down. This spot was the only place in the entire house where I felt the least vulnerable, here, in the centre of my bed, with the bedroom door tightly closed. I remained on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. As I left my head buried into my knees, my strawberry blond locks falling around me, I hoped that in every attempt, it would block out any sound of the screaming and shouting that was sure to return.

After a few long and silent minutes had passed, I slowly lifted my head and quietly shuffled over toward my bedside table, pulling it open and retrieving the sketchbook and pencil that remained inside. Then, I positioned myself once again in the centre of my bed before flipping the sketchbook open onto a fresh, clean page.

Drawing had become my saviour. Ever since everything had changed, I found that I could utilise my talent to cope with everything. Just like some people use sport, or music to deal with things, I use drawing.

I simply drew how I felt. My pictures and sketches were never abstract; I always drew actual objects, items. But I would always manipulate these in a way to express what emotions had built up inside, whether it be pain, hurt, happiness or love.

I lowered the tip of the pencil to the paper, and soon enough, I was already drawing. The sound of the pencil on the paper was somewhat soothing, and also helped to relax my tense muscles.

At that moment, I heard the muffled shattering of glass, and I found myself flinching, the pencil scraping over the paper to the side.

Even though it had sounded so distant, I had had enough experience with this recurring scenario to know exactly where in the house the sound had come from, and what was going to happen next.

The living room was directly beneath my bedroom, and it was the one room in the entire house that I had always avoided. The room itself brought back too many memories, memories that I would never be able to relive. But the main reason for me keeping my distance was because it seemed to be the one room in the whole house where he would always remain, drowning his sorrows in bottles of alcohol.

"Liliana!" Oh god, please no.

From the gap beneath my closed bedroom door, his hoarse but distant shouts had sounded again. Although his voice was muffled, thanks to the door that separated me from the rest of the house, I still found a shiver shooting up my spine, and the tears had begun to sting in the corners of my eyes. But I had to be strong, I would not let these tears fall, and with all the strength and will I had left in me, I continued to breathe slowly and smoothly.

"Liliana! Come down here right now!!" His voice rung in my ears and I found myself immediately bounding up from my bed, the papers of my sketchbook being crumpled in the process as I ran straight for the bedroom door, swinging it open without a second thought. I couldn't give him another excuse to get even angrier than he already was.