THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE.

-----------HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW----------

It has been three hours and twenty- two minutes and Stella's still unconscious. Sitting at the corner of the bed, I stare helplessly at her, shaking her shoulder every now and then in order to get any response but I receive none. She do.iesn't say anything or show any movement. The only thing assuring me that she's living is her heavy breathing, it's the only sound in the silent room. Her body temperature is still a lot more higher than normal body temperature and the cold pad of cloth I'm placing on her forehead is doing no good. I know it won't help much, its just cooling her body temporarily and it's not enough, it won't get her any better.

"Stella?" I call out again, lightly shaking her forearm but just like every other time there is no response.

I clamp my eyelids shut for a moment trying to think of some way to get her help, if I will call the doctor, Stella might tell him that I'm keeping her here against her will and that I hurt her. It's disturbing to know that it's actually true, she doesn't want to be with me anymore, I hit her every chance I get. What if she really hates me? Panic rises in me at the thought of her hating me, she can't hate me. I know she loves me that's why she stayed when Niall had offered her to go with him. My eyes fly open and I stare at her pale face, there is no colour on her cheeks like there used to be and it's all because of me. I am the reason for her unwell state.

Bile starts to rise in my throat as I think about everything I've done to her ever since she has returned. I restrained her , hit her, cut her flawless skin even and yet she stayed. Not once had I thought of treating her that way, all I wanted was to hold her in my arms, kiss every in of her beautiful body and make love to her. But when I saw her on the street that night, waiting for someone else, I got completely lost, I didn't know what to do other than hurting her, it seemed like the only way to help lower my temper.

I get up from the chair and run towards the bathroom, kneeling down onto the floor I start emptying my stomach, nothing other than water comes out, reminding me that I haven't eaten anything since the dinner last night. Once I'm done, I lean against the wall and close my eyes, breathing deeply to calm myself down. My mind drift back to Stella, what I'm doing to her isn't right but I can't help myself. Every time some thing happens, I end up hurting her out of my anger. This is all just too much.

Nothing helps, those counseling session s, the pills I have been taking, nothing. If anything those meds only seem to escalate my temper. Tears start falling out of my eyes and I bring my knees up to my chest, hands tugging at my hair out of frustration. I need help, the thought calling Luke comes to my mind but I dismiss it immediately, asking for his help is not an option even though I desperately want him to be here, what he did is unforgivable, not once had I thought that my best friend would try to put his hands on the girl I love. How dare him even think about having Stella? The thought makes my blood boil, no one can have her. No one but me.

The sound of something crashing onto the ground sound in my ears and I immediately stand to my feet and rush out of the bathroom, my gaze immediately falling onto Stella who is sitting on the bed, her hand in mid air as she stares at me, her puffy eyes wide with horror. I avert my eyes towards the floor where broken shards of glass are scattered before looking back up, scanning her body for any sort of injury, a sigh escape my lips when I find none.

Slowly I take a step towards the bed and Stella immediately shuffles backwards causing me to frown. A pang of guilt and hurt passes through me, realizing that she's doing this because she's afraid of me. I never meant to do this, I never wanted her to be scared of me.

"I didn't mean to break it." Her voice is small and breaks at the end of every word as she shakes her head side to side, her eyes fixated on the broken pieces of glass. "I'm gonna clean it." She states, her voice barely audible as she tries to scramble out of the bed and kneel down onto the wooden floor, her shaking hands gathering the broken pieces of glass.