My name’s Carter, Carter Payne. I’m 16 years old and I live in Homes Chapel, Cheshire, but I’m originally from Wolverhampton. I’ve got one older brother called Liam. But to me, I’ve got 4 brothers. The other three: Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik. Those three boys have been like brothers to me for years and I love them to bits.
I used to have another brother. His name is Harry Edward Styles. We used to be inseperatable, always together. That is, until 2 year ago, when everything changed. When Harry changed.
This is what happened:
Louis, Harry, Zayn and Niall became friends with me and Liam 7 years ago, when we first moved here. Harry and I immediately became the closest. I even had a bit of a crush on him.
Then, out of the blue, when I was 13, Niall asked me out. I was shock. I agreed to go out with him and we became a couple, but I made sure that I spent as much time with Harry as I did with Niall, as I knew he would get jealous.
Soon, both Niall and I decided that we were better as just friends, so we broke it off. But, on that day, something about Harry changed completely. He told me that I was a dirty little whore and that he wished that I was dead. Harsh, I know. But that’s not the worst thing.
He began to bully me every day at school. He beat me up, he told everyone the secrets I had trusted him with, he spread rumours about me, he constantly slagged me every day and basically made my life a living hell.
He still remained best friends with Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn, and they were and still are clueless about the whole thing. I never told them as I was too scared of what Harry would do to me.
I used to self cut to ease the pain of being constantly tormented by Harry, but that all changed when Zayn caught me attempting to slit my wrists one day.
There’s no way of getting rid of him.
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“Cater! Get up!” Liam called me.
I pulled myself out of bed and heaved myself into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a jersey. I put on a pair of high-tops and threw on an addidas hoodie.
I’m not your typical teenage girl. I hate wearing dresses or anything girly for that matter. The only reason I wear make-up is to cover up the bruises caused by Harry. I’d rather sit at home with the boys watching wrestling than go shopping with my friends. The truth is, I don't exactly have any ‘girlfriends’, thanks to Harry. But it doesn’t bother me, as I fit in perfectly with the boys.
“Morning Liam.” I mumbled as I sat down at the kitchen table.
“Hey Carter! Here’s your breakfast.” He handed me my breakfast.
“Thanks.” I smiled as I began to munch on my food.
Liam is practically my dad, since our parents unfortunately died 3 years ago. But the boys helped us so much through our hard times and now live with us. Except for Harry, thank god.
“Have fun at school today!” Liam told me as I made my way towards the door. As If I’m going to have fun at school when Harry’s around…..
“I will. Bye Liam!” I mused as I left the house, shutting the door.
Liam and the rest of the boys now attend college, where-as me and Harry are both in the same year and won’t be finished for another 2 years. Yay me.
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I got to school and went to classes as usual. I didn't see Harry at all; he probably skipped school or something. I went to my locker after school. I swung the locker door open and accidently hit someone in the face with it. I looked down and saw Harry on the floor, clutching his nose.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Harry!” I panicked.
He glared up at me with that evil glint in his eyes. I shut my locker door and ran out of the school.
“Oi! I’m not done with you!” he called after me.
I kept running, not even looking up. I banged into a strong build. I looked up and saw Harry’s friends staring down at me. I twisted around the other way to find Harry with a smirk on his face. I backed away from Harry and bumped into one of his friends, who pushed me forward as my body collided with Harry’s. I gazed up and him and trembled.
“Now carter… you know what I do to you when you run away from me, don't you?” he whispered, his evil voice sending shivers up my spine.
I made a run for it, that is, until Harry put his foot out in front of me and I fell to the floor. Harry grabbed me and pulled me up viciously. Blood dripped down my face as I had hit my head very hard off the floor.
Tears welled up in my eyes. Harry hit me in the face and I fell to the floor.
“Stop crying you ugly slut.” He spat.
I heard a scar screeching and Harry knelt down beside me.
“Carter?! What’s happened?!” I heard Liam’s voice speak in concern.
“She tripped and fell over. I came to see if she was alright.” Harry pretended to be worried.
“Thanks for helping her out mate. See you later at mine?” Liam asked as he picked me up in his arms.
“Of course.” Harry smirked evilly at me and strolled away.
Liam put me onto Zayn’s lap in the car.
“What’s happened Cater?!” Louis exclaimed.
“She fell over…. Again...” Liam sighed as he began to drive off.
Tears continued to fall down my cheeks.
“Shh cater it’ll be fine.” Zayn hushed as he cradled me in his arms.
Story of my life.
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