"Yo B, they ready
Let's go

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my"

I wake up almost instantly. FOR ONCE DADDY DIDN'T SCREW UP WITH MY MORNING JAM!! YASS!!

"YASSSSSSS BITCH THIS IS MY SONG!!"

I start to rap along my Queen Nicki as the song plays.

"I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off,
Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off
Whacks on? Wax off
N-National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my-"

I finally finish the song and get off of my bed with a good mood which is a miracle in it self but oh well, I guess I'm getting used to Cheshire.

I go through my normal morning routeen with Zayn on mind and how he'd make me agree to going on a party with him tonight.

Everything with School has been keeping me so busy lately that I haven't read Harry's journal in a while now but since today is Friday, I'm hoping on getting some free time to be able to read a few entries to make up for all the days I'd lost doing my stupid homework and spending time with Zayn.

I still haven't told him about Larry Stylinson just yet but I'm hoping I will be able to soon enough.

I finish my cereal in time to hear Zayn's car horn going off. I've also noticed that Dad haven't been getting up early to make me breakfast anymore which is shocking cause he loves to coddle me but I guess it's good that he's catching up with his sleep and taking care of himself.

I get on the passenger seat to find that there Jade is sitting in the back seat along with a guy who seems uncomfortable but too scared to say anything about it.

I raise an eyebrow at Zayn in question.

"I didn't know you started carpooling."

Zayn had a scowl on his face and was staring straight ahead.

"I'm not carpooling." He said through gritted teeth.

Although I love to be a little bitch and tease him at the worst moments, he was too tense for my liking so I simply reached out for his hand and brought it to my lips to leave a reassuring kiss.

All the tension seemed to have floated away from him in the next second and he sighed as he looked at me with a fond look.

Jade who had been silent up till yet snorted and crossed her hands over her chest.

I ignored her where as Zayn glared in her direction as if challenging her to say something.

I turned my attention to the guy sitting beside Jade in the backseat trying to make himself somehow disappear.

"Hi I'm Skye. What's your name?" I let go Zayn hand to shake the guy's hand which he did nervously shaking like a leaf.

"I'm W-Wellington Payne-Horan. Nice to m-meet y-you" he gave a weak smile as Zayn was now glaring at him.

I realised that he was Daddy's boss' son and smiled back at him. Then turned to Jade.

"Wanna switch?"

Ofcourse she agreed in a heartbeat before Zayn could even object but that didn't stop him from Whining.

"But but why??"

"I wanna be Wellington's friend. Don't be a hog and lemme talk to him."

Zayn grumbled but didn't object.

After I'd switched seats with Jade who was now more content than I'd ever seen her, I turned to Wellington.

"Which year are you in?"

"Umm.. Junior. I actually have almost all my classes with you."

I smiled at the same time Zayn growled.

"Did she fucking ask?"

I smacked the back of Zayn's head and told him to be nice and apologise.

He snorted and shook his head as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.

"Zayn Jawaad Malik! Apologise to Wellington this instance or so help me God!" I warned him and he ignored my threat and continued driving making me angry beyond belief.

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop the fucking car or I'll jump out of it Zayn."

"Right.." he rolled his eyes not believing me.

"Ok as you wish."

I opened the door before he could lock it and jumped out of it before anyone could even react.

Lemme tell you something, that was a huge mistake on my part cause it hurt like bitch.

I didn't know when I stopped rolling on the hard gravel but when I did I could only watch with blury vision Zayn approaching me screaming a million apologies, sadly I had no strength to reply to it and the comfort of sleep took over me trying to make my body cope with the exhaustion of a stupendous act of stubbornness.

~*~*~*~*~

When I woke up I back home in my bed with Zayn clinging to me like I'd run away if his grip loosened.

I yawned a little and that seemed to have warned Zayn of my conscious.

He looked at me in a way I never imagined him to.

His eyes were sad and wet with what I assumed were tears. His cheeks had tear tracks on them and his hands were trembling as he held me tightly.

I knew he wanted to say something but I didn't want to hear him say it.

"Did you apologise to Wellington?" My voice sounded scratchy and alien coming out of my mouth.

He sighed as he nodded and held me impossibly closer while nosing at my crook of my neck.

"Don't ever do that again." He whispered weakly as if he'd break down any second now.

I chuckled a bit. "Don't ever take my threats lightly then."

He shook his head and his soft lips touched my neck as he spoke sending a jolt of shivers down my spine.

"Never again Skye. Never again."

He held me close for endless hours and I was to comfortable to complain but the need to eat caught up with me as my stomatch moaned in longing of some food.

Zayn chuckled and looked up at me with a smile.

"I feel like we should order some pizza, yeah?"

"Please." I smiled but whined involuntarily as he let go of me to get his phone.

He looked at me in amusement while I pouted.

After ordering two pizzas with our favourite toppings he came back to lay down with me.

I wasted no time in shifting all my weight on him and nuzzle into his bare neck.

I was practically on top of him but he didn't complain instead he pulled me closer being careful not to touch my bruised sides.

Time, Date, Day, People, Family, School, Basically everything was forgotten as we laid there in eachother's arms, talking softly on occasion.

It was all so foreign yet so casual. I wanted to spend the entirety of my life like this.

I then decided to tell him about Larry Stylinson and Harry's journal.

I started with how I'd found to everything I'd learned about them due to it to how I wanted to make Louis fall for Harry even if it would be a cliché case of Stockholm Syndrome.

Zayn seemed to be good at taking it all in and I was proud of him for just that.

"I think I might be a bit addicted to his story but then again it's quite impossible not to enjoy the pain of love!"

"You mean his love story?"

"Oh trust me Zayn there's no love in his story!"

Zayn studied me for a some time and then shrugged.

"Should we do something about it?"

"Nope not until I read the whole journal. Maybe it's just a prank or maybe Louis didn't hurt him afterall. I need to know the truth about it."

Zayn hugs me close and takes a deep breath into my hair.

"As you wish babe. Just be careful and lemme know if something is bothering you, yeah?"

I nodded into his neck and kissed him there. For a second I swear I felt him shiver.

When I asked him about the party we were supposed to go he shrugged and said I am more important than any party and he doesn't care about it either way.

I smile and give him a kiss on his nose in appreciation which in turn makes him smile.

We spend the whole night and next day the same way and I feel like Daddu had come to check up on at night but left without saying anything, I couldn't bring myself to care.

On Sunday though Zayn had to leave because Trisha had invited all his aunts and uncles on dinner for some quality family time and he'd promise her he wouldn't miss it.

So after a million groans and trillion phone calls from Trisha he finally left with a scowl on his face which made me giggle a bit to myself.

He was so fucking cute!

I now had not much to do so I decided on reading another entry from Harry's journal before bed.

I opened it with high hopes and even high bloodpressure.

WHAT???!!! LARRY MADE MY NERVOUS OKAY?!??!

Today was extremely depressing and heart breaking Skye.

I'm sorry  for not giving you a proper greeting and jump right into my pathetic ranting but I'm just that desperate.

Wait what? I thought Larry was going strong? What happened?

Today went normally at first.

Well as normal as it can be for a homosexual kidnapped individual whose in love with his kidnapper.

That's some high quality Stockholm Syndrome shit right there.

But anyway, it was around dinner time when I'd finished my dinner that Lou asked me a question.

Not just any question. He asked me a question question that had the potential to push me over the tip of my sanity into insanity.

"Why do you hate him? What did he do to make you hate him so much?"

He'd said it too casually for my liking but I didn't react at all.

I just stared at my ring-less hands and shrugged.

Lou wasn't pleased by this. He held my chin roughly and made me look up into his eyes.

"Tell me Harry."

When I didn't reply he tried another approach.

"How about this; You tell me everything & in return I'll make out with you."

Is it pathetic that I actually considered this to the point I wanted to agree to give him the only part of me no-one else knew just for something as insignificant as a kiss?

The answer is yes.

No Harry don't think like that! You love him, it's not in your hands. You can't help it!

I was worried he was only playing me though, so I decided to confirm it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You'll kiss me once I tell you everything."

"Yes I'll make out with you for as long as you want."

"You won't back out?"

"No."

"How do I know you're not lying."

"You don't."

I was hesitant but I prayed that he won't back out and then shrugged.

"Ok."

"You'll tell me?"

"Yeah."

"Go on then."

He said as he sat beside me on my bed.

I took a deep breath gathered all my courage to do something I promised myself I never will.

"I'm not his real son. My real father had died before I was born in a car crash leaving the whole company to my mum and me. My mum married him when I was around 8. They both seemed really happy. Alot of people had come to my mum and told her how he was only with her for money that he'd been cheating on her since day one and didn't even like her or me. She ignored them until she saw it for herself one day. She asked her lawyer and signed everything to my name with the contract that I can't sell or sign it to someone else's name until I'm 25 and that if something happened to me before that age all the wealth was to be gone to charity. He didn't know this neither did I. My mum then confronted him and I guess that made him mad for some reason so he raped her infront of me while I was tied to a chair forced to watch and then after that he proceeded to stab her with a knife. At the age of 11 I had watched my step-father brutally rape and then murder my mother while I sat there crying pathetically. I begged him to kill me too because I was too weak to do it myself but he'd learned of the contract from his lawyer and reafused to give up so easily on the money he'd worked so hard for. He refused to let me die but said I deserved to be punished for causing him inconvenience so he'd make his men rape me evertime he was bored and watched while laughing at my stupid pleads for him to stop and have mercy. Even his men pitied me yet didn't say anything to defy him. I never told anyone of this because I was too ashamed to let them see how much a pathetic little shit I am. I was drifting away from life and everyday numbness welcomed me in open arms until I saw you Lou. You were supposed to be my miracle. My safe haven from all the pain he'd given me but I guess I'm too worthless to even think about something as great as you."

I was sobbing softly by the time I ended reading the paragraph.

My heart was beating too fast and my hands were clenching and unclenching.

IMMA CUT A BITCH!!

I sat there taking a deep shaky breath after getting everything off if my chest. It did feel good to tell someone everything but the thought of Lou hating me and thinking how disgusting and pathetic I truly was kept me on edge.

I was still looking at my hands just like I had through out the whole confession.

Minutes after minutes were passing by and Lou still had yet to say something.

It was all making me extremely nervous.

I wanted to say something, anything to break the silence but Lou beat me to it.

"That was why you begged me not to rape you no matter what."

I shrugged.

"I've become a but paranoid because of it all. Death as a punishment is better than rape."

"There's no point in hurting you when he'd done it fifty times worse already."

I shrugged.

"But killing me would still hurt him so it's a win-win for you, right?"

He nodded somewhat shakily.

"You still wanna make out?"

He looked at me with such intensity yet I couldn't describe the emotion his eyes held.

"Please?"

OMFG YASSSSS YASSSS YASSSSS!!!

He nodded and scooted closer to me.

He put his hand on my jeans covered thighs and leaned in as I did the same with my hands cupping his stubble covered face.

IT'S HAPPENING OMFG YASSSSSDAFDFSFXGDVCHVKFHD!!!

I felt his breath on my lips and the minty scent of tea.

He was so close I was overwhelmingly buzzing through out my body.

FUCK FUCK FUCK MY OTP IS GONNA KISS!!!! SOMEONE HAND ME A BOX OF TISSUES!!

Just as our lips were about to touch his phone went off and I groaned.

NONONONONONONONONSAFDHXJVKVDH!!! WTF DON'T YOU DARE!!!

He looked at me with another unreadable expression, gathered the dishes of my dinner and left.

WTF??!! HOW DARE YOU!!! UGH!!!!

Only thing I hope is that his expression wasn't of Disgust or pity.

I guess I'm now too emotionally drained for anything else.

I'll write to you later Skye. Good night.

All the Love,
H.

I don't know why I was so mad Why the actual fuck didn't Louis just ignore his phone for once and fuck the lights out of Harry??!!!

Damn these two really need to take classes from my Dads. Had it been them they'd have already fucked 17 times.

With a frustrated sigh I turned of the light and grumbled to myself at how unfair life is and how Larry Stylinson is being a bitch to me!

FUCK YOU LARRY!!! EVENTHOUGH I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU!!

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Soooooooooooooooooooooooo,

That happened.....

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