HAPPY DAMN BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MOFO HARRY STYLES! I refuse to believe you're 20, but I'm so proud of you babe :') Whale, here's the first chapter of my new book :D Be sure to tell me what you think & I'm not sure how often I'll update ;) Enjoy<3

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Chapter 1

            Here is a girl fearing for her life. Squished in the backseat of a cab between two bulky security guards to keep her from freaking. She's nervous. She's twiddling with her thumbs and scraping her nails down her denim covered thighs. She's shaking like a wet dog, her golden brown eyes flickering over every movement of a person, a tree, or even the slightest sway of a grass blade. A new life is starting for this girl today. A life where she enters her old one involuntarily. After all, her family are the ones who sent her into the horrendous place. Why would they want her back?

            The cab made a sharp turn, causing Chloe's fingernails to dig further into her sides. She bit her lower lip, hard, to keep from screaming at the sudden jerk. Her heartbeat picked up pacing, gradually trying to slow itself as the cab began to drive swiftly once more.

            A sudden sting flashed through Chloe's hands. "Stop scratching yourself, you freak," a guard murmured, rolling his hazel eyes at the fretful girl.

            Chloe didn't respond, nor did she give him the slightest of acknowledgements. Instead, her hands found her legs again as her nails found her covered skin. The jeans weren't doing much, just keeping her from drawing blood. Still, the guard simply scoffed and let her carry on with her doing.

            The cab came to a halt in front of a large house, painted a faded white. The front door was ancient wood, looking as if it may fall off the hinges with the slightest knock. The shutters on the windows were hanging by a single nail, appearing as though the wind could take them at any moment. The house needed serious cleaning up, and Chloe knew her OCD would get the best of her as soon as she stepped into the door. She wouldn't be able to help herself. Germs are just disgusting through her eyes.

            Houses looking like they may collapse any moment are not much better.

            The bulk guards swung their doors open, one of them getting a firm grip on Chloe's upper arm to yank her out the cab. Her heart picked up pace again as it pounded erratically against her rib cage. The guard kept a tight grip on her as the other grabbed her three suitcases out of the trunk. With one guard carrying her luggage and the other guard dragging her, they stumbled down the sidewalk and towards the front door. The one holding Chloe's arm gave it a firm knock.

            "Dammit! Who the fuck is knocking on the damn door?"

            Chloe jumped at the loud male voice rumbling from the other side. A female voice, much softer, tried to soothe him. "I'll get it, Dad. Just... calm down."

            Recognizing both voices, Chloe's eyes widened in fear. She spun on her heel and tried to run, but both the guards had a grip on either of her arms now. She kicked in their grasp, feeling tears whelming in her eyes as she desperately tried to escape. She couldn't go back into that house. Not into the house that held all her childhood horrors and nightmares.

            Don't run.

            The voice in Chloe's head made her legs limp as her fear grew. The voices were back, which meant Chloe wasn't going to get her way.

            The door swung open all too soon, revealing her perfectly polished sister. Her brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her bangs swiftly falling into her face. A baby blue blouse with sequins around the hem covered her torso as cut off washed denim shorts barely covered her tanned legs. Chloe could feel envy rise inside her at the sight of her perfect sister, but she tried to push it away with the fear that overwhelmed her.

            She was going to be stuck with them again.

            An audible gasp escaped Elizabeth's perfectly glossed lips as she stared at her supposedly insane sister. "C-Chloe?" she choked out, her small hand coming up to cover her mouth as water built in her brown eyes.

            Chloe mentally rolled her eyes at her sister's fake care towards her. If Elizabeth truly cared about Chloe, she wouldn't have let them drag Chloe away three years ago. She would've held onto her sister and stayed by her side; like sisters should always do. Maybe they are step-sisters, but they've known each other practically their entire lives.

            Doesn't that count for something?

            Elizabeth grinned brightly as she lunged for a hug, but Chloe's eyes widened as she struggled in the guards' grip, instantly turning away. Elizabeth's smile faded at her sister's rejection, but Chloe managed to stutter out, "I-I don't l-like touching."

            Elizabeth gave her a faint nod, fake pain filling her eyes as she gave both the guards a smile. "I can take it from here. Thank you both," she smiled and once again, Chloe felt resentment towards her oh-so-perfect step-sister.

            "Come inside, Chloe. We can catch up on a few things," Elizabeth smiled as the guards practically shoved Chloe inside the house. Elizabeth quickly closed the door behind her, knowing Chloe would try to run if she got the chance. "Don't mind Father," she whispered to Chloe. "He'll be passed out on the couch the rest of the night."

            Chloe managed a weak nod as she felt fear pinching her insides and clenching her heart. Her father laid there lifelessly on the couch, holding up the image of a true alcoholic as a beer was in his hand; a six-pack right on the floor beside him. Chloe nearly threw up at the sight. Even after three years, he didn't change. He's still drinking constantly and passing out during football games. Typical.

            "You get to meet my boyfriend," Elizabeth giggled as she trotted up the stairs, motioning for Chloe to follow.

            Chloe's heart was still pounding in fear, her eyes frantically roaming over everything as she took in the same sight that she saw three years ago. Nothing has changed about this place, but that only scared her more.

Harry's P.O.V.

            Sitting on Elizabeth's bed, my mind raced of ways to break the truth to her. Of ways to tell her how much of a conceited bitch she really was. I didn't want to tell her that way; I didn't want to be harsh. But the truth has to come out sooner or later, and I'm really hoping its sooner. I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. Her constant nagging, constant arguing; it's all becoming too much. I'm trying to make something of myself, but it's nearly impossible with Elizabeth by my side.

            Just as I was about to get up and look for her, two females entered the room. One being Elizabeth (of course), but the other being a stranger. An insanely hot stranger, might I add. My lips parted in shock as my eyes trailed over her straight brown locks and twinkling brown eyes. She was wearing a tank top and denim skinny jeans, plain sneakers secure on her feet. From her fitting tank top, I could tell the girl was definitely fit. She was so stunning, my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of her.

            But there was more to the beauty than I was seeing.

            Faint scratches ran down across her eyes and down her cheeks. Sealed and fresh cuts lined her arms as fear flickered evidently in her eyes. My eyes squinted at her many scars, trying to make sense of why someone so beautiful would put themselves through so much pain. No one should feel as if they need to harm themselves just to feel better. 

            "Harry, this is my step-sister, Chloe," Elizabeth smiled as she looked back and forth between us. I then noticed that Chloe's eyes were locked on me, as if she didn't know what else to do. "Chloe, this is my boyfriend, Harry."

            I nearly cringed at the word boyfriend. I hoped to end this relationship today, it's why I'm over here, but I couldn't put her through that kind of embarrassment. Not with her sister in the room. That would be a complete dick move, and I'm anything but a jackass. If I was, I wouldn't have bought Elizabeth all those damn necklaces and bracelets she likes so much. If I wouldn't have let her toy with my mind, I wouldn't even be stuck in this shit.

            "Nice to meet you," I smiled, sticking my hand out but the girl simply stared at it.

            Slowly, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

            "She's not all there," Elizabeth whispered to me, pointing to her head. "Something happened to her three years ago; she doesn't like touching."

            I frowned at the sad thought, but then flashed the girl another smile. If she wasn't all there in the head, it would explain her numerous scratches and cuts. Some mental people are said to harm themselves, although I don't know why. I guess it helps them deal with their "inner demons," or so I've heard.

            "Chloe, do you mind if I speak to Elizabeth for a moment?" I asked, not wanting to sound rude or set the deranged girl off. She merely shook her head again, standing awkwardly in the doorway as I pulled Elizabeth over to me, giving Chloe one last genuine smile. "You can't leave her here with that asshole downstairs," I whispered to her. "Especially since she's not all there."

            "What am I supposed to do?" Elizabeth grumbled, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. "It's not like I have an apartment."

            "I do," I told her, slightly surprised at the words that left my lips. "You're coming over tonight, so Chloe can come too. I have a spare guestroom, and then in the morning we can find somewhere safe for her to be."

            "Why the fuck do you care so much about her?" Elizabeth whispered-yelled. "Do you plan on fucking her or something? Taking advantage of a mental patient?"

            My nostrils flared in anger as I raked a furious hand through my hair. "Do I look like the fucking type to do that? I don't remember doing it to you when you got drunk and tried to get me to take your virginity," I snapped. Elizabeth's face drained of all color as I sighed heavily. "You know why I care for people like her so much."

            Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You were fifteen years old."

            "I still could've done something," I spat, not wanting to get in the argument.

            Elizabeth sighed heavily, heaving both hands through her hair as both of us looked over at Chloe. She was innocently biting her bottom lip, twiddling with her thumbs as she stood in the same place. It almost looked like she was mumbling things to herself.

            "Fine," Elizabeth muttered. "But only because she doesn't need to get back in rehab again. We better leave now before the monster wakes up and sees her."

            I smiled in agreement, then turned to Chloe and said, "Do you like sleepovers?"