I'll Look After You

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed as I woke up with Harry in the bed. He jerked awake and looked at me confused at first before realisation covered his features. I jumped out of the bed, I still have on yesterday's clothes, at least I'm not naked. 

"Why should I? It's hotel bedroom technically." He grumbled. 

"Fine, whatever." I walked over to my suitcase and began shoving everything that I'd taken out back in. I wasn't too bothered if it was messy. 

"What are you doing?" He asked from the bed.

"It's your hotel room. I'm leaving." I told him as I walked into the bathroom to grab everything from there.

"Don't you think you're over-reacting?" He asked as I stormed back into the room. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, rage quickly filling me up, is he serious?

"Over-reacting?" 

"Yeah-"

"YOU THINK I'M FUCKING OVER-REACTING? Are you being serious right now? I know you're Harry fucking Styles and all but you're not dumb! You cheated on me. Fucking cheated! So don't you dare say I'm over-reacting!" I was fuming, beyond fuming. I went back to messily shoving things in my suitcase and zipping it up once I was done. His larged hand wrapped around my wrist. I tried to yank it away but he wouldn't let go.

"You are over-reacting! This is ridculous!" He was getting worked up now, if his tight grip didn't display that, his tone did. I tried to rip my wrist free.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me." I spoke through gritted teeth. 

"Can't we just talk about this?" 

"TALK? YOU THINK WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS?" 

"IT'S BETTER THAN YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVING!" His grip tightened probably bruising my skin. 

"You're crazy." I resisted the urge to spit in his face. Before I even had time to comprehend what was happening a pain vibrated through my cheek. He hit me. He'd actually just punched me in the face. He let go of me then and I stumbled backwards my mouth hanging open. I reached my hand up to my face to feel a patch of damp. I was bleeding, I glanced in the mirror to see the small slit on my already bruising cheek. He'd cut me with the ring on his middle finger... he'd actually punched me. I paled, I had to get out of here. I grabbed my suitcase and made a hurry for the exit.

"Ade-" Harry seemed to wake up from his daze. I marched past Louis and Niall who looked as if they were making their way to the bedroom.

"Don't talk to me, it's over." I managed to say weakly. 

"What have you done?" Louis sounded in complete and utter disbelief. I pushed the button for the lift but it seemed to be moving at a snail's pace.

"Ade please I didn't mean to!" Harry touched my shoulder but I flinched into the corner instantly as fear ran through me. He stepped back looked hurt and appalled. "I... I'm sorry." He was just as pale as me. Niall wrapped an arm around his shoulder. I noticed Zayn and Liam had now joined the room.

"I think you should leave it." Niall told him as he pulled his reluctant figure away. I held my head down as the lift went ping and entered it pressing for reception. I couldn't get away any quicker. The last thing I saw as the lift closed was a single tear fall down Harry's face yet I could feel nothing for him. He'd cheated on me and to top it all of he's hit me. I looked at my wrist which sure enough, just like my face, is already bruising. The lift stopped suddenly and I looked at the level, four. The doors opened and in stepped the boy from yesterday... Alfie, with a younger boy beside him.