For The Love Of Clara

You come into my flower shop everyday. You always order roses for your one night stands. I hate your smile, your eyes, your curly hair. Everything. Then why do I always wish I was the one receiving your flowers? Why do I want you to place your hands on me and kiss me? I want you to rip my clothing off and make love to me in the garden. So, Mr. Styles will you buy me a bouquet of roses?

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12. You're Hurting Me

Sorry this is a short chapter :(

I grabbed a tee shirt in my closet and was about to put it over my head when I felt Harry's lips over my neck. Exactly where Zayn's lips were seconds before. 

"Harry," I started.

"Mm," he moaned against my skin. 

"Stop," I pulled away and turned to look at him. 

"Ugh," he groaned as his fingers went through his hair. He walked out of the closet and fell onto my bed. 

I threw the tee shirt over my head and stepped into a pair of black underwear. 

"I'm sorry," he said up to the ceiling. "I knew I should have went after you, but I didn't. I'm a dick, I get it." 

"Why?" I asked as I left the closet and stood beside the bed. "Why didn't you go after me?" 

"I don't know," he wouldn't make eye contact. 

"Is this just for publicity? This whole relationship? Make a dream girl for Harry Styles, who speaks French--."

"You asked for that! You didn't want the paps to know your real name."

"I never wanted to be a model!" 

He stood up and soon towered over me. "I'm sorry! We all can't have every fucking thing!" 

"Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?!"

"Of course!" 

"Then you would know that this whole relationship--and you, Harry Styles, is hurting me. You're hurting me! I can't live with this anymore!" I left my bedroom and walked into the living room. 

"I'm hurting you! I thought I was helping you!" 

"I'm not a celebrity, like you! I never wanted to be someone like you!" 

"Good then you can go fuck someone else." 

I slapped him. I didn't even feel my hand come up and run across his face. 

Everything felt numb.

Now everything was silent. 

"We never slept together," I said through clenched teeth. 

He stood straight again, "You wish."

I brought my hand up again but he took hold of my wrist. His grip was becoming tighter. 

"Ow," I muttered. 

"You really need to learn some manners," he said. 

"Stop," I said as I looked at his hand clenching tighter, cutting off more of my blood flow. 

I was cowering down. Not that I wanted to but because he was forcing me down. I could smell the alcohol radiate off his breath and he stared at me struggling. 

He wanted control, and he got it. 

I was under his power. 

I fell onto the couch, "Stop, Harry, it hurts. Stop! You're hurting me!" 

Then his gaze broke. He changed. He let go of my wrist and I held it close to my chest. He stood up, looking down at me with remorse. 

"I'm--I'm sorry," he said, barely audible. 

"I think it best if you leave," I said to him as my tears fell from my eyes. 

He leaned forward, too wipe my tears away but I turned my head. 

"Don't touch me," I said as I slowly turned my head back to look into his eyes. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated then he turned and left. 

It was exactly like school. Being mentally and physically abused by Harry Styles. 

I watched him pull away in his car from out the window, then pulled my legs close to me and continued to cry. 

I wish I could be brave. I wish I could show strength. 

But I couldn't. 

I was broken. 

Broken into a million little pieces and the one person who was putting the puzzle back together was the last person on earth I believed to be there for me. 

The one person who made me believe that love existed. 

The person who gave me love. 

A boy. 

How I wanted him at this moment. I wanted the taste his lips allowed me to obsess over. 

I wanted him...to love me. I wanted him to wrapped me in his arms as he kisses my forehead and tells me everything will be alright. 

The one person who I couldn't have, but could love with my whole heart. 

Zayn. 

Sorry for a short chapter, I wasn't in the mood for a long chapter :( So what will happen next? Hmm. Do you think Harry will find out about Zayn? 

Anyway thanks for reading, liking, and adding to your favorites! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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