13.

~ A m e l i a ~

"And I'm going to prove it now" he whispered in my ear and my eyes widened. 

What was he going to do? I was really scared and especially now that he was drunk. I didn't know what he was capable of doing.

"H-Harry, you are d-drunk." I stammered and placed my palms on his chest, pushing him slightly. He grabbed my arms with his hands and chuckled.

"I'm perfectly fine, love." he said and pushed me towards him, his body close to mine. One of his hands left my arm and was placed on my lower back, whereas the other one was now gripping my wrist hard. He looked down at me with his green eyes filled with lust and I gulped.

"What a-are you doing? P-please, let me go." I said, my voice low and he brought his face near mine, our noses almost touching.

"Showing you that I'm better than Louis. You will love it, I promise." he said and smirked. That was enough for me. I collected all the strength that I had and slapped him across the face with my free hand. His head turned a bit to the left with his eyes closed. He clenched his jaw and he opened his eyes, looking at me intensely. "You shouldn't have done that." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes a darker shade of green. 

I started shaking. I was really nervous and scared. I tried to run, but he grabbed me by my t-shirt and pushed me back, making me let out a small squeal. He shook his head disapprovingly and grabbed my wrist again.

"Y-you are hurting m-me." I said, tears building up in my eyes.

"This could be a lot easier if you weren't so stubborn." he said and threw me on the bed. He looked at me, bitting his bottom lip and crawled on top of me.

"God dammit, I want you so bad." he moaned and pushed my hair off of my face, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, making me shiver.

"H-Harry please." I said, my voice trembling as tears fell down from the corners of my eyes.

"Shh... love, don't cry." he said, placing a kiss on the corner of my lips. I tried to push him away.

"Don't do this p-please." I cried.

He didn't say anything. He continued with what he was doing, leaving kisses and marks on my neck. 

Then he pressed his lips onto mine. 

I desperately tried to get out of his grip, but it was no use. As he ground his hips on mine I could feel his boner press against my thigh, causing me to panic.

"Kiss me back." he demanded.

"No." I said.

"So when he kisses you, you kiss back, but now you don't?" he said, getting even more angry.

"I di-" 

He cut me off.

"Shut the fuck up." he yelled and pulled out his small knife from his pocket. He placed it on my arm and looked at me angrily.

"If you don't like the good way, we can always go with the bad one." he said and kissed me again, but I didn't kiss him back. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.

"Alright." he said against my lips and pressed the knife on my skin, drawing a short line, just like he did to my cheek, until it reached my elbow. I let out a cry and closed my eyes, more tears falling down my face. 

When I opened my eyes something caught my eye and gave me an idea. On the bed stand near the bed was a big empty vase which I never really understood why it was there. Maybe I could hit him with it.

Do it...my conscience urged. 

Just as Harry was about to take my t-shirt off, I stretched out my arm and managed to grab the vase, without him noticing. Then, just in time I smashed it against his head. Hard.

"Ow." he groaned, touching his head and falling on the bed beside me unconscious. 

I took a big breath trying to process in my head what just happened. I stood up quickly and looked at Harry, who was lying on the bed. His knife had fallen onto the floor and he looked like he was sleeping. Oh please tell me he isn't dead.

I approached him and placed my head to his chest to check if he was breathing and, Thank God, he was. I couldn't bear to deal with a dead body. I was still too shocked.

I ran to the door and got out of the room, holding my bleeding arm with my hand. I went to the bathroom and looked at my reflection on the mirror. My arm was bleeding badly. It was far worse than my cheek. My wrists were bruised and I had also marks on my neck and collarbones. I started crying uncontrollably, I felt used and dirty. Why did he do this to me? He was a monster.

I got in the shower and turned on the water without bothering to take off my clothes. The water was cold, but I didn't care. I was numb. I started washing my arms, trying to get rid of the blood. I wanted to wash away every single one of Harry's kisses from my neck and lips.

When I finished, I closed the water and fell to my knees. My legs couldn't support me anymore. It was just too much for me. If I hadn't stopped him he would have...

No, no Amelia. Don't think about that. 

I wrapped my arms around me, hugging myself and stayed there in that position.

~ H a r r y ~

I opened my eyes and looked around me carefully. This is the bedroom. What the fuck was I doing here? 

I tried to stand up but my head hurt like hell and I was feeling awful. I fell back on the bed, placing my hand on my head. I must have drunk too much yesterday. Trying again, I fortunately sat up on the bed. The bed sheets looked ripped and half of them were lying on the floor. What happened here? I took the blanket in my hand and that's when I saw the blood on it.

"Is this blood?" I questioned even though no one was there to answer me. Where was Amelia? 

Fuck no! 

I quickly stood up and got out of the room, looking around the living room for Amelia.

"Amelia." I shouted, but there was no answer. Where was she? 

I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck did I do to her? 

I can't remember much from last night. The last thing I remembered was sitting in the bar, drinking. Everything after that was a blur. Was I that drunk? I just hoped I didn't do anything stupid. I was angry, jealous and drunk. Not a good combination if you asked me.

I went to the bathroom, slowly opening the door, which was closed. 

Once I was in, I saw her and I let out a sigh of relief. I approached. She had her face buried in her arms, which were hugging her knees. She was wet. Did she take a shower with her clothes on? 

Then I saw it; the deep cut on her arm that looked quite painful. My mouth fell agape. Did I do this? I hesitated at first, but then placed my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.

"Amelia." I whispered. 

She woke up and looked around the place, but as soon as her eyes landed on me, she pulled away and stood up. I looked at her eyes, which were puffy from crying and their beautiful shade of blue was lost. My gaze fell to her wrists, which were bruised and after on her neck, which was covered with purple and blue love bites. My eyes widened and I couldn't find the words to say anything. 

Fuck, Harry, my inner voice cursed. 

I extended my hand for her, but she got out of the shower and took some steps away from me, obviously scared that I would hurt her again.

"Amelia, please." I said, my voice low. 

I felt so bad. I had to know what had happened last night. I took some steps towards her and touched her arm with my hand. She looked at my hand with disgust and pushed my hand away.

"Do.Not.Touch.Me." she said through gritted teeth, closing her eyes. 

She was really scaring me. I shook my head, pleading her to listen to me, I needed to know.

"Tell me what happened." I asked her calmly.

"Why you don't remember?" she asked me, raising her voice. I shook my head and looked at her.

"Please, I need to know what happened." I said and extended my hand again to touch her, but she backed away. 

She ran out of the bathroom and I followed her as he got inside the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and started crying again. I hated this. I hate myself. 

You should, Harry.

I walked closer her, knelt down in front of her and placed my hands on her knees. I noticed that she tensed up under my touch, but she didn't push me away like earlier. She simply stayed silent. And that was killing me.

"Please." I said. She looked at me with her blue eyes that weren't shining like yesterday when she laughed at my grumpiness.

"You will like it, I promise. I can fuck you better than Louis. Louis said you're a great kisser." she said, trying to mimic my face and voice.

"What are you saying?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Those were the words that you were saying to me last night, don't you remember?" she asked and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Amelia, I swear, I don't remember anything. I was drunk and angry." I said and stood up, walking around the room. "Louis just-" 

She stopped me from speaking.

"Stop it! Louis has nothing to do with what you did last night. He is way better than you and he is right. You're a monster and I hate you! " she said and looked down at her hands.

"Tell me what happened." I said, but she didn't reply. I knelt back down and took her hands in mine.

"Please, tell me I didn't..." I trailed off too scared to say the word.

"No. You didn't." she said just above a whisper, avoiding my stare. I felt relief wash over my body as those words left her mouth.

"I stopped you by hitting you on the head with that vase." she said and my eyes widen. That explained the headache I had. It wasn't just the hangover.

"Look, Amelia, I didn't mean to do any of this, I-I was just blinded and drunk." I said.

"I told you what you wanted to know. Now leave and let me be." she said and I stood up without saying anything else. I left the room and closed it. 

Harry Styles, you are so fucked up.

I let out a angry groan and punched the wall with all the strength that I had. I regretted everything that happened last night. My hand hurt really bad, but I didn't care. It was nothing compared to what I did to her and now she completely hated me... Well more than before. 

Damn your jealousy, Styles.

 Louis. This was all his fault, his sick plan for revenge and I fell for it. He wants me to look like a monster in front of Amelia by using my jealousy against me and he succeeded it. 

Louis was going to pay.