lust // h.s.

Rage

Okay, so I know Taylor Swift is probably not like this. It's just a plot in the story. xx

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As I woke up in the bed of the spare room, alone- well look at that. I felt a sharp pain on my neck.

Standing up I walk over to the bathroom, and flip on the light.

Taking a look in the mirror I'm greeted by a massive love bite.

Well fuck.

Harry was going to get shit for this for sure.

I grabbed my hoodie and slipped it on, walking downstairs.

As I rounded the corner of the kitchen, I saw Taylor.

Just peachy.

Besides Harry, she was the last person I wanted to see.

Walking to the cupboard, I opened it grabbing the Nutella jar.

"Hey- Scarlett, is it?" She said, with a warm smile.

It was fake.

Anyone could tell,

You just have to look into a person's eyes to tell if it's genuine.

And it wasn't, because her eyes were cold. Freezing acutally.

"Charlotte." I snap.

I wasn't in a good mood after last night, I swear I could bite a head off a live lizard.

That was to much wasn't it?

Yeah.

"No need to get sassy with me." She taunts, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

Oh God.

She already annoyed me.

"Excuse me?" I ask, actually a bit less harsh then I tended it to be.

"You know what Harry said last night?" She asks smiling.

"He said how much of a prude you were, and how innocent and delicate he always had to be with you. But now, he has me." She chuckles.

"Oh. So he has a whore?" I offer.

"No, he has a woman." She says innocently.

"A woman that he loves, a women that's worth loving. Unlike the piece of shit you are."

I felt my anger boiling.

"And all the other pieces of shit that live here. That Danielle? She's even scankier than you surpringly."

I feel my fist tense, and it fly up connecting straight into her face sending her straight to the ground.

She smiles up from her spot on the kitchen floor.

"Demi's such a utter pig."

"Eleanor's a shapeless twig, and don't even get me started on Peer- Perrie or what the hell her name is."

"One more thing." I hiss.

"Oh, lets discuss that fag. Loui-"

And with that I straddle her body, hitting her repeatedly.

I had no mercy for her after he smart ass remarks.

None.

Shrills for help flee from her mouth, and suddenly everyone's here.

"Charlotte!" Eleanor screams, staying back.

Louis grab my waist tightly, and Niall does too. Pulling me away, I can't stop.

It's all the emotions about Harry bottled up, I just took them out on the wrong person.

I was just possession that consumed me.

It wasn't me, not at all.

It was rage.