Behind Closed Doors (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 1

**Hey everyone! This is my new Harry Styles FanFic, I'm not very experienced but I hope you enjoy! **

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The fact that Harry and I have almost every single lesson together and live nearby is a definite advantage, and we don't take it for granted.

Ever since our first year of secondary school, Harry and I knew we could rely on each other to help with any studying or projects. We weren't super popular but everybody liked us, so we took what we could get.

Harry and I are best friends; we have the same groups of friends and know we can always count on each other. I usually spend my days at his house, he thinks it's just because I'm hungry and want to eat his food (which is partly true), but there's much more to it.

2 years ago, my mum died in a car accident, leaving just me and my dad.

My dad was completely heart-broken. My parents had loved each other more than life itself, and they were ripped apart by a stupid drunk driver. Not only was my dad devastated, but I was crushed physically and mentally.

I never thought it could get worse. But I was wrong.

My dad started to block the pain by drinking until he couldn't feel anything at all. I didn't understand how someone so caring and loyal could turn into a complete monster within days.

At first he would only have a few glasses of scotch or whisky and pass out on the couch. But it's escalated to the point where he stumbles home completely smashed, yelling at nothing in particular and breaking random items.

I take refuge in my room, trying to block out the incessant yelling and shattering of plates and glasses as I cry myself to sleep.

Rarely I don't make it to my room in time, and he takes his anger out on me. Kicking and slapping me, yelling about how it's my fault mum died. Which I still blame myself every day for, even if there's nothing I could've done to stop it.

Although Harry was always there for me during my mother's death, I never told him about my dad.

I never told anyone.

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"Hey nerd."

"Hey loser."

This was how Harry and I greeted each other every morning. Sarcastic insults are always a great way to start the day.

I climbed into his black BMW, tossing my bag at my feet and securing my seatbelt. "How are you today on this lovely morning, Jesse?" Harry flashed me a warm smile, his left dimple coming to the surface.

"It's just fantastic, how about you Harold?" I asked in a posh manner

"Oh yes, just magical!"

We both burst out into laughter at our stupidity, but I immediately winced in pain.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, clutching my ribs where I had been kicked repeatedly.

"Whoa, Jess what's the matter?" Harry asked in a worried tone. I concocted up a lie in my head, quickly saying "Oh, it's nothing. I just fell down the stairs last night." I forced a small laugh.

For a second, I saw a look of doubt flash in Harry's eyes. But just as quickly as it came, it went, replacing itself with another dimple-filled smile.

His smile always made everything better.

Harry and I entered our 3rd lesson and sat down in our assigned seats (Which happened to be right next to each other). Not long after, we were greeted by our 4 friends; Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.