When I got to my locker I opened it up. The smell of my perfume I leave in there hit me as I took a deep breathe in trying not to cry. I grabbed the perfume bottle staring at it, moving it about. My mom gave it to me before she left me. Or us. I never saw her again after that except once. I was walking downtown and I saw her in a store. I tried to talk to her but she kept telling me she had no clue who I was and that she never had a husband or a kids. I left heartbroken and hurting. I put the perfume bottle back into my locker grabbing my science book and notebook. Just as I was shutting it, the loud ringing from the school bell went off telling the school to go to its next class.

I walked into my sceince class being the first one in here, like always. I took a seat in the back of the class that way no one saw me when they sat behind me. I was like this in every class. I late bell rang and everyone was already in their seats and Ms. Redd was already writing notes on the board. But stopping her from continuing on writing the notes, there was a knock on the door.

"Young man your late." Ms. Redd said taking her glasses off and setting them on her desk.

"Yes I know. Im so sorry this is my first day here." I couldn't believe who it was.

"You can take a seat anywhere you like." Oh please not by me please not by me! He looked around the room looking for a seat soon looking at me. We bothed looked at each other eyes locked not moving a bit.

"Sir." Ms. Redd said. He must not have heard her, as he didn't take his eyes off of me.

"Sir" She repeated. Still not moving his eyes.

"Young Man!" She said on last time with a loud voice but not wuite yelling.

"Huh? What?" He said stuttering looking over to her.

"What is your name?"

"My name?"

Ms. Redd nodded her head leaning on her desk waiting for Harry to speak.

"Right my name. Well my name i-" He was cut off by Clarise who stood up in front of the room. "His name is Harry Styles, in a boyband named One Direction!"

"Ugh" I groaned silently. Clarise was one of the most popular girls in the school. She was annoying and very rude and wouldn't stop for anyone to get in her way. She has hurt lots of people, including me.

"Well thank you Clarise. Harry choose a seat so we can get started with this class. You have already taken up a lot of time already." Ms. Redd said as Harry chuckled. He made his way over to me wanting to sit right next to me.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked pointing to the seat to my right.

"Yes." I said not looking up at him. He chuckled again sitting right in it.

"I said it was taken." I looked over to him.

"I know its not. Nice try though. I don't believe we met yet though!" He said sticking out his hand for me to shake.

I smiled, but made my smile dissapear with a more serouis look on my face saying "I think we have."

"I know we have. Excuse me for trying to be nice and funny." He said pulling his hand away and setting it on his desk.

"I was kidding. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch when I said it. Sorry."

"I know you weren't. I was joking too." He smiled and laughed making me laugh as well. I didn't really see what was funny but, it felt good to laugh and smile for once.

The bell rang for us to leave the class. Finally school was over and I could go home. But then again, home is were my dad is. Home is were Im abused everyday, I cry every night, I try to kill myself. I thought home was suppose to be a place of safeness and were harm couldn't reach you. But for me, home was the exact opposite.

Before walking out of the classroom door Harry caught up to me and was by my side.

"Thanks for showing me my classes today." He said walking out the door still by my side till we reach my locker.

"Your welcome." I said throwing my books at the bottom of my locker and making sure I still had my jacket on.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said. Oh no. I hate those 6 words. I felt my heart race fast.

"Those bruises? On your arms and face? What happened?" He said I shut my locker not wanting to tell him.

"Nothing" I said shrugging my shoulders and walking away. I felt him run up next to me right by my side again.

"Tell me. I know your lying it can't be nothing." We walked out of the front of the school until I reached the street.

"I don't want to tell you." I said turning away form the streat and walking to a bench on the side walk trying to get away from him. He ran after me grabbing my arm and spinning me around.

"I." I choked on my words before I felt a tear run down the side of my face. "I'm abused..."

A sadden look appeared on his face like the one earlier before.

"At home...by my dad." Soon his sadden face turned even sadder than before. He pulled me into a hug so I couldn't see a tear roll down the side of his cheek. I wrapped my arms around him not wanting him to let me go.

"Im so sorry" He said to me as we let go of each other.

"Not your fault." I said looking down.

"I know it isn't." He said sticking his hands in his pockets.

"I better get home." I turned around and started walking away.

"How about I give you a ride home?" He yelled out to me. I stopped in my tracks. I didn't really want to go home.

"Sure." I said back. We walked to his car and I hopped in. I was to scared to touch anything because his car was really nice and expensive and knowing me I would ruin it. I didn't bother to tell him where I lived either. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay with Harry but at the same time I didn't want to be hurt either.

"Here we are." He said. I looked up to see my house but, my house was not there. I turned to look at Harry giving him a questioning look. My house was no replaced by a beautiful big house that was white with bushes and pretty trees around it and a big drive way.

"This is my house." He got out of his car and came around to my side, opening up the door and leading me up to the front door.

"Your house?" I said.

'Well my parents house but Im staying here until school is over then moving back home." He opened the door leading me in right into the living room.

"Ohh." I said. When school was over he would be leaving. I couldn't get attached now. In a month he would be gone and out of my life. If I got attached I would only be hurt, and I can't afford to be more hurt than I already am right now.

"You hungry?" He yelled from the kitchen.

"No." I yelled back softly sitting on his couch.

"Here." He threw me a small bag of chips.

"I said I wasnt hungry"

"You might have said that but words are just air. I know you really are." He sat down next to me. Not really close or anything, just a friendly distance. I opened my bag of chips as Harry turned on the t.v. I didn't know what he was watching and I didn't really care. His phone went off scaring me to death. He laughed as he reached over me to the side table to get it. Soon his face was an inch away from mine. I couldn't breathe. He turned to me slowly coming in. No Bryn! You can't do this you will only get hurt! But before I knew it my eyes were closed and our lips were pressed together. Our lips moved together like they were dancing on a sunset. No! I told myself over and over again. I pushed him away and walked out his door. I didn't want to get hurt by him. I was already getting to attached.

"Bryn!! Bryn!!" He called after me. I wanted to turn around and run back into his arms but I couldn't I just couldn't. He ran after me but I was already gone before he could reach me.

"Bryn!" He called out one last time. But I couldn't turn back not now not ever.