lust // h.s.

The Last Time

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I find my way to Aiden's, and very carefully sneak around back to Austin's window.

I tap quietly, and hear scuffling from inside.

"Charlotte?" The deep, tired voice of Austin asks.

Why was he in a blanket?

Oh yes, it was 2 am.

I'd taken a while to locate the house, with my blurry vision.

"Yes. Can I sleep here?" He nods, helping me in silently.

I get in and sit on the bed, he sits beside me. "Why, why are you here?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"Taylor and Harry."

His eyes widen, "What?" His tone changed from sweetness to anger.

"They were-"

His lips smash into mine, and his hand gently caresses my cheek.

I pull back, "Austin."

"Harry will be jealous, and Taylor will be pissed. Isn't that what we want?"

He was right.

Harry would be coming any minute.

"Yeah." I catch his eye for a moment. "It doesn't mean anything" He comforts, stroking cheek.

I nod as his lips meet mine, he was so sweet about it.

He really was-

"Get out here now!" The familiar voice of Harry demands.

He was pissed.

Very pissed.

I pull back from the kiss looking at Austin, as Harry climbs through the window.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me back out, and through the grass.

He pushes me into the SUV, and gets into the passenger seat.

It's silent until we pull up to his house.

No.

No way was I staying with him.

"Take me home." I demand.

Silence.

"Take me home." I repeat.

No answer.

His head slowly turns to me, and his eyes bore into me.

"What in the fuck were you doing?" He snaps.

I was immediately terrified, but I wouldn't let him know that.

I stayed silent thinking.

Well, he obviously wasn't going to take me home.

So I might as well treat him like the piece of shit he is.

"Exactly what it looked like."

Oh, and did that get under his skin.

I slammed the car door and stomped upstairs, into his room. He's close behind, I can tell by his footsteps.

As soon as we're in the room, he slams the door clicking the lock.

Great.

I walk into the bathroom, and take a breath. I needed to prepare myself to yell, because I knew it was coming.

His body lingered behind mine, "You never do that again." He hisses.

"I'll do it if I want." I reply quickly.

"Look at me."

I stand still, my eyes guess to his arms. They were on both sides of my body, trapping me in.

"Look at me now!" He yells, and I turn around.

Black.

Black eyes.

"You're mine!" He yells.

"I wouldn't be with a piece of shit like you to save my life." I shoot back.

My words affected him like bullets.

But only made him angrier.

"I own you Charlotte!"

"I own your thoughts, your body, your memories, I own you."

Emotions whipped through my mind like hurricane winds.

Quick, rough, and painful.

"You don't own me. You never will." I toss back, as he's about to speak I pipe in again.

"But the thing is, I kissed a someone. You fucked someone."

He's taken back, but his eyes only grow darker.

"And I fucked her hard." He taunts, a smirk playing on his lips.

I felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks and gritted my teeth.

This was going to be the last time.

The last time I would fight with Harry, the last time I would cry over Harry, the last time I would speak to Harry.

The last time.

"Yes. You probably did." I say.

"Because your horny ass just couldn't wait to get into any girl.Was because I wasn't an easy little slut, and valued myself?"

Darker.

"Or was it because little Harold pissed at the fact that I wouldn't let him fuck me? Because I was smart. I was smart enough to know that your just a dick. Your a complete dick Harry. And that's all you'll ever be."

His eyes were pure black.

I swear.

I felt myself begin to tremble under his body as our faces were centimeters away.

"I will get in you. And when I do."

A smirks tugs the edges of his lips.

"It might be force."

He was threatening to rape me.

With that I slapped him.

Hard.

He stumbled backwards, and rushed up to me grasping my jaw in his hand so I had to look at him.

"You little whore, look what you dis to me." I examined the red spot on his cheek.

His grip tightened, and I winced in pain. Trembling from him.

"Be scared of me." He hisses, as his grip tightens around my jaw.

I pushed him off my body, and back into the coffee table.

He tumbled down, taking it out.

As his body raised, I saw all the anger coming towards me as he raised his hand.

I saw an unfamiliar anger in his eyes.

One I'd never saw.

It was ruthless.

His large, strong hand connected to my cheek.

The hand that touched me for the first time, the hand that held mine, held me close.

I felt tears overwhelm me, and fear take over as my hand fled to my cheek.

"Get away from me, please." I beg.

He was out the door.

I laid on the bed, as the stinging took over my senses and tears blurred my vision.

Who was that?