You & I

Harry and Jordan were meant to be... Until the rumors were too wild.... They fight for their love lasting relationship. They get torn and ripped apart. So Jordan takes some time away from Harry. She soon realizes that it was a mistake to leave his side. But will the rumors and hate go away? "Jordan... Not even the gods above could separate us. Nothing can come between us. We can make it to the end. I love you with every ounce of my soul. You and I, mi amor." -Harry


2. Away

An hour later Harry decided to come back. He was drunk off his ass and I could smell the beer as soon as he walked through the door. "Jordan!" He yelled throughout the hotel room. I didn't move. He scares me when he's drunk. I quickly texted Niall to come over; hoping that he's still awake. "Jordan!!!" He yelled more loudly. I stayed quiet and pretended to be asleep. He kicked open the bedroom door and took a sip of his beer. "Jordan..." He hiccuped. He sat down next to me on the bed. "You're so beautiful. I love you so much." He started crying and I couldn't take it anymore so I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. "Harry these rumors are getting to us. Maybe I should go back home?" I whispered as he kissed my jawline. "No." He growled and pushed me down. "Har-" I started as he literally ripped open my shirt. "Stop. Harry! Your drunk! Get off!" I hate sleeping with him when he was drunk. The sex was useless. "HARRY GET OFF!" I yelled as he bit my side. He pinned my arms above my head and started to kiss me. I tried to push him away but I was still weak from not eating dinner. Niall bursted into the room with a scared look on his face. He quickly ripped Harry off me; leaving a scratch on my upper arm. "What the fuck man?!" Niall yelled. Niall quickly knocked out Harry with one punch to stop him from getting up. "Stay down." He mumbled. "Thank you..." I whispered. I covered the scratch up with a towel. "Is it bad?" He nodded towards my scratch. "It's just bleeding a little. It's fine." I threw on one of Harry's shirts and started to pack my things. "Where are you going?" He asked as he struggled to get Harry on the bed. "I'm going home. The rumors and hate are too much." I zipped my bag and zipped up my heels. "What about the tour?" He looked at me with sad eyes. "Better off without me. I'll see you around. Text me?" I walked out of the room without looking back.

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