Torn To Pieces
Chapter 1
Harriet's P.O.V
I swiftly made my way across the cold dance floor, pushing through the people who were unaware of who I was, looking around for my group of friends. Bright lights shone down, loud music played and people danced, mostly in couples.
I spotted my friends; Megan, Ella and Zoe. I waved over, smiling slightly. Zoe waved back and walked over to me, soon ushering me back to the others.
"Hattie, I'm so glad you're here!" Megan said, embracing me in a hug.
"Megan," I hugged her back, "and I'm glad I'm here too."
I was glad; it was this or being stuck at home alone for night until the early hours in the morning when my dad came back from his night-shift.
We were just chatting and talking about life, when I noticed a boy stroll past us; winking at me as he did so.
He had a brown mop of curls, which he ruffled his fingers through, from time to time; bright green eyes, which shone in the lights. He wore a blue hoodie, with a white t-shirt underneath; black skinny jeans, showing off the shape of his legs. Long and thin, yet strong and muscular.
Just him waking past us, made time slow down. He was like an angel.
"Hattie.. Hattie..." Zoe spoke, waving her hand infront of my face.
"What..?" I ask dazed, coming out of a fantasy, thinking about that boy, whose name I don't, and probably never will know.
"You were staring at him. That boy with curls on his head."
"Oh him? His name is Harry." Ella spoke quietly.
"And..? Tell me more about him." I ask, slightly laughing.
"Well, he's known to be a 'bad boy' and also gets every girl he can."
"Oh." I sigh.
"What..?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm gonna get a drink. Catch up in a minute."
"Okay, bye."
I walk off in the opposite direction, and towards the bar.
I sit down on one of the stools, just needing to think, my head placed in my hands, elbows resting on the counter top.
"Hello beautiful." I hear a deep raspy voice from behind me.
I spin round to see Harry standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Care to join me on the dance floor?" He spoke, acting nonchalant.
"Maybe..?" I say, unaware of what I'm getting myself into.
"Come on then baby." He said, grabbing my wrists lightly and helping me off the bar stool "So, what's your name?"
"Harriet. Or Hattie."
"Hattie.. Feisty. I like it." He winks.
Why me? Why did I have to make eye contact with him? I'm not leaving with this boy, no matter what he says. And I'm certainly not giving up my body for him, a boy I'd met, less than five minutes ago.
"So, Hattie. How old are you?"
"18. How about you... Harry?"
"I'm 19, and yeah that's my name."
He flashes me a smile, showing off a dimple on his right cheek.
I can't think what to say, so I smile back.
"You have nice eyes Hattie."
"Thank you." I mumble looking down.
My baby blue eyes were nothing compared to his astonishing green ones.
Then he stopped smiling, and looks down at me, brushing my hair aside and tucking it behind my ear. He frowned.
"What happened?" His voice, calm and soft.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
I quickly remove his hands from my waist, and run off back to my friends.
"Hattie? What happened." Zoe asks, concerned.
"That boy, Harry. Well, he was trying to get me..."
"And...?" She seemed rather excited, I mean how can you not be when he's like an angel?
"Then he stopped and noticed my scar."
"Oh.." She calms herself. "I'm sorry."
I hear a familiar voice call my name, and chatting in the club quiet down. Soon, the spotlights that were directed to the stage, turned on brightly, so you could see the DJ. And him.
He came back for me.
I swiftly made my way across the cold dance floor, pushing through the people who were unaware of who I was, looking around for my group of friends. Bright lights shone down, loud music played and people danced, mostly in couples.
I spotted my friends; Megan, Ella and Zoe. I waved over, smiling slightly. Zoe waved back and walked over to me, soon ushering me back to the others.
"Hattie, I'm so glad you're here!" Megan said, embracing me in a hug.
"Megan," I hugged her back, "and I'm glad I'm here too."
I was glad; it was this or being stuck at home alone for night until the early hours in the morning when my dad came back from his night-shift.
We were just chatting and talking about life, when I noticed a boy stroll past us; winking at me as he did so.
He had a brown mop of curls, which he ruffled his fingers through, from time to time; bright green eyes, which shone in the lights. He wore a blue hoodie, with a white t-shirt underneath; black skinny jeans, showing off the shape of his legs. Long and thin, yet strong and muscular.
Just him waking past us, made time slow down. He was like an angel.
"Hattie.. Hattie..." Zoe spoke, waving her hand infront of my face.
"What..?" I ask dazed, coming out of a fantasy, thinking about that boy, whose name I don't, and probably never will know.
"You were staring at him. That boy with curls on his head."
"Oh him? His name is Harry." Ella spoke quietly.
"And..? Tell me more about him." I ask, slightly laughing.
"Well, he's known to be a 'bad boy' and also gets every girl he can."
"Oh." I sigh.
"What..?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm gonna get a drink. Catch up in a minute."
"Okay, bye."
I walk off in the opposite direction, and towards the bar.
I sit down on one of the stools, just needing to think, my head placed in my hands, elbows resting on the counter top.
"Hello beautiful." I hear a deep raspy voice from behind me.
I spin round to see Harry standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Care to join me on the dance floor?" He spoke, acting nonchalant.
"Maybe..?" I say, unaware of what I'm getting myself into.
"Come on then baby." He said, grabbing my wrists lightly and helping me off the bar stool "So, what's your name?"
"Harriet. Or Hattie."
"Hattie.. Feisty. I like it." He winks.
Why me? Why did I have to make eye contact with him? I'm not leaving with this boy, no matter what he says. And I'm certainly not giving up my body for him, a boy I'd met, less than five minutes ago.
"So, Hattie. How old are you?"
"18. How about you... Harry?"
"I'm 19, and yeah that's my name."
He flashes me a smile, showing off a dimple on his right cheek.
I can't think what to say, so I smile back.
"You have nice eyes Hattie."
"Thank you." I mumble looking down.
My baby blue eyes were nothing compared to his astonishing green ones.
Then he stopped smiling, and looks down at me, brushing my hair aside and tucking it behind my ear. He frowned.
"What happened?" His voice, calm and soft.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
I quickly remove his hands from my waist, and run off back to my friends.
"Hattie? What happened." Zoe asks, concerned.
"That boy, Harry. Well, he was trying to get me..."
"And...?" She seemed rather excited, I mean how can you not be when he's like an angel?
"Then he stopped and noticed my scar."
"Oh.." She calms herself. "I'm sorry."
I hear a familiar voice call my name, and chatting in the club quiet down. Soon, the spotlights that were directed to the stage, turned on brightly, so you could see the DJ. And him.
He came back for me.
Notes
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