Down The Hall.

Sadness, loneliness, and hopeless. Not even Ed made me feel like this. I feel so vulnerable. The side effects, of getting your heart broken by Harry Styles.

I hear knocks and I ignore it. More knocks. More and more. It gets to where I yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP." The knocking stops.

I walk outside, and off campus, and continue walking. I don't know where I'm walking to. Anywhere. I get to about 3 miles away form campus, and I'm in the middle of nowhere. I see a a gas station. I walk inside, and see a kid about my age. I grab two bottles of American whiskey. I walk up to the guy and say, "A pack of red Marlboro." He nods, and scans everything.

"That'll be 13.49" He mutters, I nod, and give him a 20. "Keep the change." I say and walk out. I open up the first whiskey bottle, and allow the tartness down my throat. Oh just how I miss this feeling. When I drank, my problems went away. I grabbed Stephanie's lighter, and lit up a cigarette.

I continue walking, and then I sit. I sit, by a big rock, and rest my head against it. Smoking and drinking. Two things that relax me. This felt good. This felt like the old Bray. The Bray who didn't worry so much. This is the Bray everybody liked.

Suddenly, a car pulls up to me. I get up, and lean against the window, and the guy, lowers it down. Suddenly, I realize it's not any guy. It's Harry.

Harry, of all people! How did he know it was me? "What the fuck do you want." I spat.

"Get in the damn car, Bray." He says angrily. "Oh, you want me in your car? I wouldn't want to get whore all over your seat." I say sarcastically.

"God, shut the fuck up, and get in or I'm leaving." He shouts at me.

"Then fucking leave me, Harry! I didn't ask you to come pick me up!" I yell.

"I know you didn't but somebody wanted me to pick you up..." He mumbles. Confused. Yep. "Who?"

"Liam, he said he saw you walking alone, now get in the car, Brayella." He says more calmly. "No, fuck you! Fuck you for making me drink again. Fuck you for making get these feelings again. Fuck you for making me like you. And especially fuck you for making me think you were different!"

I grab my bag, with the whiskey bottle left, and the rest of the Marlboro pack, in my right hand; and the other whiskey bottle that is, half empty with a cigarette. I start walking. This time, I'm not looking for a destination. Anywhere, is good for me. I feel a few drops on my face, and next thing you know it's raining. Great great great.

I see a few lights, and notice there's a small neighborhood. I knock on the door, and a old lady comes up. "Hello, dear, are you okay?" And then I think. Am I really okay? No, look at me. Drinking whiskey, and smoking? Walking in the middle of nowhere, wearing high waisted shorts, and a simple black shirt with a flannel, but tied the flannel around my waist. How stupid could I have been? I could've gotten raped! Again..

"Honestly, no. I need some help." I sigh.

"Mom, whats going on?" I hear a familiar lady, in the house, as she walks up to the door.

"Oh, you poor thing, lets get you inside!" She says, and I really study her face. She looks so familiar, but I can't make it out.

"Mom who's this girl?" I hear the boy, then suddenly lose all the hope I had left.

It's Ed.

"Uh, I don't know. What's your name sweetie?"

"Uh, I-I'm Taylor," I lied, while smiling. They look confused but smile anyways. Ed keeps staring at me, then he just starts smirking. Shit, does he know it's me? I mean, I changed over the years, I grew boobs, and started doing my eyebrows. He doesn't know it's me.

"Uh, can I please use your restroom?" I ask.

"Sure its-" Ed's mom is cut off, well by Ed and he says, "I'll take her, Mom." And he smirks at me. I'm scared.

I slowly get up, and start shaking. Ed leads me to the restroom but before he leaves he whispers in my ear, "I want to do so many dirty things to you."

I get in the bathroom, and lock the door. I get my phone, and dial Harry's number. Surprisingly, he answers.

'Bray! Where are you?" He says rapidly.

"Harry, just please get over here. I'm scared, and he's going to hurt me again! Harry please please please hurry, please." I start crying. Tears are coming down very fast, and my breathing starts becoming uncontrollable.

"Who's gonna hurt you? Nevermind, whats the address?" He asks.

"6790 Hyden Place." I say, barely choke out.

"Okay, I'm on my way." He hangs up, and I wash my face. Am I seriously have a breakdown, in Ed's house?

Please hurry Harry,

Notes

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