Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 50

I can't believe we're at chapter 50 already didn't think I'd make it this far.
I just wanna say thank you for everything without you, I wouldn't have made it this far. So, thank you.

And as a thank you, I made sure that the Chapter is long!

-Katexx

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Chapter 50

[Elena's POV]

I wake up alone and hot in bed, the covers wrapped tightly around my sweaty body and my short hair sticking to my neck and my face from the sweat. My pillow smells disgusting from the saliva and the vomit covering it, along with the sweat and the tears. I try to move my body and untangle myself from the sheets, but my eyes flutter in fatigue almost instantly. God, I am so tired.

I close my eyes and ignore the bitter taste in my mouth until I can fall asleep again, but I never do. I try breathing from my mouth, but my throat is so dry that I feel like vomiting again as soon as I take a deep breath. My entire body hurts and I finally give up on a peaceful sleep and force every bone in my body to carry me off the mattress to the bathroom. Harry's towel sits on the floor as usual, the shower door wide open and the floor a little bit wet. However, the whole room smells like alcohol and sanitizer.

Oh, my God.

The images from last night replay in my head, how he took care of me in the bathroom after I went too far and made myself throw up almost to death. I couldn't stand the pain in my heart after he told me he didn't love me, I couldn't sleep and I had trouble breathing; my only escape was to empty everything inside my body to finally be able to breathe properly. So the first time I threw up, it went fine. The second time was only to make sure I had nothing left in my stomach, but then it wouldn't stop. I started throwing up big pieces of dried blood without even putting my fingers in my mouth. Then I would just dry heave, crying as I regretted starting it. It wouldn't stop and it hurt so bad. I wanted to scream and call Harry, but I couldn't do that. He would've slapped me again and told me how much of a whore I was. I thought that until he actually came for me.

I remember the fear in Harry's eyes when he saw the blood, but he was scared I was dying. What would the celebrity do if he were to have his girlfriend dead in the house? It would ruin him. It would ruin the band. So he gave me anti-emetics to save me for the sake of his career.

It wasn't love, I know that now. I believe that deep inside, I've known it for a while, even though he would tell me how much he loved me. It was probably just to make me trust him. And he won.

If I tried running away, I wouldn't even survive a day with the strength I have. Just now, I have to hold on to the walls as I drag myself to the sink to brush my teeth. The taste is minty strong, but it conceals the acid vomit leftover in my mouth. I don't bother closing the bathroom door before I remove my clothes, barely remembering that I got my period and Harry had to put a tampon inside of me, which would explain the pain in my lower stomach. I crawl on the floor of the shower, turning on the warm water to wash all the dirt off of my body.

Minutes pass and I don't get up. I can't get up. My body is too weak and my legs can't hold me straight, so I kneel and reach as high as possible with my arm for the shampoo bottle. I accidentally miss it and it falls on my head, then on the floor by the drain. The shock brings me right back down and I hold my head as I lie on under the shower, waiting for the pain to soothe. I try closing my eyes, but this isn't a dream. So when I open them again, I'm still naked under the water with a sharp pain on my head and the bottle of shampoo slowly emptying itself in the drain.