lust // h.s.

It's Me

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Btw this is short because the next chapter is Harry's POV which I'm publishing right after.

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I rushed upstairs after Harry, actually a bit scared of his sudden rage.

As I got at the doorway I heard crashing in the room.

Oh fuck.

"Harry?" I call, pressing my ear to the door. "Harry, let me in."

Crashing continues.

"Harry fucking let me in!"

The door flies open revealing a Harry I've only ever saw once.

The time he hit me.

Sudden flashbacks hit my mind, as he gripped my wrists then slammed the door , clicking it.

Grasping my wrist a bit tighter he looked down at me, "What do you want?"

"To see why the hell your acting like a fucking maniac!" I say, I wasn't mad but I had to show him he couldn't just do this.

"Don't talk to me like that." He growls, pushing over a chair.

"Fucking maniac-"

I'm winded as he suddenly pushes my body into the wall harshly. His body rushes toward me, as his fingers slowly grasp at my neck I feel panic set in.

His grip begins to tighten around me.

And I quickly find his eyes, speaking strictly, "Harry."

Nothing.

"Harry look at me."

Nothing.

"Harry look at me, God dammit!"

His eyes attach to mine, and his grip tightens.

"It's me. It's Charlotte. Remember me?" I plead, scanning his lifeless eyes.

I feel the breath begin to grow short.

I feel myself gasping for breath, and in last resort I cup my hands around his cheeks flashing back to what Zayn said,

"You love her Harry."

And his hand releases from me, and horror fills his eyes.

Slow, deep breaths escape me.

Tears begin to well in his eyes, "I'm so sorry."

And I feel myself begin to fall apart. I can't just keep doing this.

Keep forgiving him, and loving him.

But I do.