Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter One

I never understood why we were given Math class so often, not because I was awful at algebra or uninterested in the subject; I was actually quite good at it. I just dreaded the lesson itself. Every other day, a vicious sea of nerves would clench my stomach, my fingers shaking as my hand reached for the gloomy classroom door handle, knowing I was about to experience an hour of hell.

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“What’s up Lo? You gonna cry?” he taunted. I could feel the satisfied smirk rising across his lips, as he watched me. He seemed to get a warped pleasure from hurting, hassling and taunting me, watching me crumble into a losing fearful mess. Every hiss of the tongue and sharp insults that fell from his lips, caused a tiny rip in my chest. He loved it, every second of it.

I could feel myself getting frustrated already. Heat rising to my cheeks, and my heartbeat quickened it’s pace. He sent my stress levels through the roof, never leaving me be. I ran my fingers through the length of my blonde hair and sighed deeply.

“H-harry, stop. I’m really trying to work” my voice was shakier than I planned it to come out, my lips quivering as I kept my shiny eyes focused on the whiteboard ahead.

None of the mathematic information Mr Pruitt was saying was registering in my brain. I tried to make it look like I was paying attention and that Harry wasn’t getting to me, but all I could concentrate on was his intense and intimidating stare burning two holes in the side of my head.

“Don’t tell me what to do” he said, his deep voice firm and almost threatening.

“I-i’m not! I just need to listen” I defended quickly, suddenly drawing my attention to the faint buzzing sound coming from my bag. I reached down and pulled my phone out, forgetting Harry for a moment as I read the text from my Mum

- ‘wont be home tonight hun’

Typical. It was actually unusual and decent of her to let me know instead of not bothering to say i’d be taking care of my brother on my own for the night. Again.

“Who are you texting? Your boyfriend?” Harry said, snatching my phone from me, a grin spreading across his features as he held it out of my reach. I automatically reached out for it, grabbing it back vigourously and leaving him cackling in amusement at my annoyance.

“Oh yeah you don’t have one. Can’t say i’m suprised” he said

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call your reputation something to be proud of Harry” I shot back without thinking, immediatley regretting it as soon as it came out. I froze, waiting for the pain or threat to come. I should have learnt by now to never insult Harry unless I wanted abuse of him or a slap across the face from one of his bitches.

I felt no pain though as he leant in, his hot breath tickling my ear and the tip of his nose brushing my hair. My heart thumped madly against my chest, my palms becoming clammy with anxiety.

“Atleast i’m not a pathetic. little. virgin” he hissed, pronouncing each last word slowly so I heard it good and clear.

He leant back on his chair legs and shook his messy brown curls with his hand before sweeping the front across his forehead. I caught the scent of him, probably his shampoo as he did so. It smelt annoyingly good, kind of soapy with a hint of teenage boy and cologne. I still hated his guts though. More than I ever hated anyone.

“Is everything okay back there, I hear chattering?” Mr Pruitt called over sternly, raising his eyebrows at us.

“Yeah, Lola’s just texting, Sir. It’s distracting me” Harry replied,

I felt his slightly rough palm find my knee under the table, trying not to jump at the sudden contact on my leg, only covered in a thin layer of translucent black tights.

The teacher waltzed over and put his hand out to me, demanding my phone which I reluctantly passed to him.

“You may have it back at the end of the day. Now complete these questions or you’ll be staying behind to make up for wasted time, understood?” he said and I nodded in response.

My muscles tensed as I felt Harry’s hand slide slowly up my inner thigh, squeezing beneath my groin. I hesitated on pushing it away, knowing he wouldn’t like that, and would use that as an excuse to inflict pain on me. Trying to make myself appear alert and focused on equations was proving extremely difficult with what he was doing.

Suddenly his two fingers dug into the soft flesh of my inner thigh and I heard the stretch and sound of material tearing.

“Harry..” I groaned frustratedly, looking down at the large laddered hole he’d created in my tights. I could see the faint subtle red lines peeking out, still prominent against my milky skin. I clenched my jaw at the burning feeling beneath my chest seeing the scars, each one a reminder of a memory.

“Lola” Mr Pruitt warned again noticing my lack of attention, drawing the class to turn around to me. All gaze on me, including Harry’s own vivid forrest green eyes. He knew he’d succeeded and was pleased with himself. I felt a prickly feeling beneath my own eyelids, my vision becoming blurred and a lump forming in my throat.

“Can I go to the toilet please?” I asked, pulled the hem of my skirt down in attempt to cover the gap. He rolled his eyes and nodded, before turning back to whatever was being discussed and written on the board.

I stood up and hurried to the door, briefly glancing back at Harry through the window as i’d left. He was leant back in his chair, arms crossed with his jumper sleeves rolled up, a bunch of wristbands wrapped around his tanned arm.

His lips turned up into a smirk, before dropping his left eyelid into a wink. A dimple dotted each cheek, oddly childlike contrasting his dirty personality. He made me feel sick.

This is my nightmare. And today he was actually going lightly on me. He’s popular, charming with women, good looking, athletic and cheeky. Sounds like a perfect lad? That’s what they all think.

They couldn’t be more wrong. Everyone has a dark side yet i’m the only person who gets the painful pleasure of seeing Harry’s..

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. It is avalible on xxfan1direction.tumblr.com She is the writer and ALL credit goes to her. She is also on ondirectionfanfiction.tumblr.com as MegenX