MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Harry Styles doesn't know that I had his baby. All this time I've been okay with keeping it that way. I figure it would only ruin his career if I ran into his life with a kid, so I just kinda keep the whole thing to myself. I mean, I think I've done a pretty good job in the past year. But honestly, I don't want Minnie growing up without a dad. I did, and I hated it. Maybe the time has come to finally tell Harry that he has a baby girl.


25. Twenty Five

My car skidded against the drive way before I cut the ignition and forced myself out of the car. After slamming the door, I walked up to William's house, confidence soaring though my skin. I banged on the door several times until he opened it. "Who do you think you are?" I yelled, allowing myself into his home. He stood back and watched as I blew up. "You think you're some type of macho man? Huh? Hitting women that supposedly care about? You're a punk, yeah? You're a lousy, coward, weak, punk!" I spat in his face. I shoved him, making he body jolt. He was buff and younger than my mother, with very dark hair and light eyes. His expression remained unreadable, which made me more upset. "How. Dare. You." I growled. All of a sudden my being was lifted off the ground and slammed against the wall. The room was spinning because I'd hit my head so hard. 

"Listen here, you little bitch." William whispered. "Things are gonna go my way whether you like it or not. Your mother is just like any other fragile sucker around here." My eyes were closed, blood boiling. "I bet you're just like her." He started eating at my skin, biting my neck. No matter how hard I tried pushing him away, he wouldn't budge. He smelled like liquor and cigars. The scent filled my nostrils, making me choke. I whimpered, suddenly afraid of the events that would happen next. I felt his teeth sink into my flesh, and it made my cry out. I'd never been so disgusted before as his stubble scratched me. I kicked and fumbled, but nothing worked. His playful moans were making gag. "Quit it." he roared, making me jump. "Hmm, see? Just like her." He slapped a wet kiss on my mouth and grabbed me by the hair.  My body was being dragged up the stairs, and I could feel my hairs being ripped out of my head. I was screaming as loud as I could, helpless. "Come on you little slut. Behave." He barked. I flailed my arms and legs around, trying to make an escape. 

We got to the top of the stairs and he pulled me into a bedroom. "Stop it, please." I begged, suddenly feeling small. I was thrown on the twin sized bed and stripped out of my clothes. Harry's shirt was tossed on the floor along with my sweat pants. I sobbed as he straddled me and took his materials off. I was left trembling in my turquoise swimsuit. William started kissing my hipbones and I kneed him in the face. Blood dripped down his face and his face turned red. His eyebrows arched and his large muscles tensed. He gripped my wrists above my head, and I squealed. "Please." I called, repeatedly begging for him to release me. 

But he didn't.   

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