The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 56 - Together (Mature)

My heart leaped into my throat and started pounding hard. It felt like it was thrashing, trying to run the hell away.

It was like time stood still, like in films. It was as if we all just stopped, the world, every clock around, everything was frozen at the sight of Harry entering the apartment.

"Where were you?" I stood up, going on the defensive.

"I was at fucking practice." Harry threw a duffle bag down, standing in jeans and a sweatshirt. The vein on his neck was out, his eyes dark and lips tense. He stormed over, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hall. I tried to push against it but when I did the grip on his arm tightened. He threw me into his room. "Fucking stay here or so help me." He slammed the door. "That wasn't part of-" I couldn't hear much else, just these muffled voices shouting. Harry flew in and threw the door shut, locking it. "You lecture me on only being with me and I find you cozying up with him?" he towered over me, trying to intimidate me. I pushed him away, because, it was working.

"He came onto me! I was crying over my mom-"

"As soon as he touched you, you should have gotten the fuck up." He was panting with anger. His voice was booming and radiating in a way that made it hit me like knives. I needed this to stop, I was going to lose it.

"I know, I know," I held his hips. I softened my voice to a broken tone. "Stop yelling, I can't take anymore yelling." I sobbed into his chest.

"W-What happened with your mom now?" he breathed out, wrapping his arms around me. His arms were firm and felt like they were putting me together. His voice had dropped significantly, not as loud and frightful. I already felt safe again.

"Where to start," I choked. "I met your fucking step dad, and she hit me."

"Whoa," he stiffened. 'My step dad is here?"

"He was coming out of her house. I just started yelling, asking how many people she slept with to the start. She slapped me. She acted so awful, saying how I was sleeping with you to get to the top. She said things... just so many things that were horrible. She said basically I'd be a letdown next weekend, and that if I let her down the results would be horrible. He said your step dad owed her a favor. I don't' know?" I shook. "Oh God I'm going to let so many people down. I'm sorry about Zayn, he just grabbed my thigh and I froze. I'd never cheat on you. I was upset because he said you went to the strip club-"

"He's a fucking liar and a jackass." He exhaled and held me tighter. "Stop crying." I nodded and breathed hard into his chest. He picked me up and laid me in his bed with ease.

"I feel so numb and like part of me just died."

"What died?" he asked softly.

"I don't know, I think I'm really done with my mom." I sobbed. "I lost both my parents. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I'm so stressed out. The ballet, the wedding and now this? If anything else goes wrong I am going to snap. I know it." I wailed and held him tighter. I couldn't take this frantic feeling. I couldn't handle my head spinning, my mind jumping, it was too much. I knew I needed a distraction to calm me the hell down. I sat up and pushed him back straddling him. I pulled his sweatshirt off.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just make my head stop spinning and put me together." I breathed out and kissed him.

He didn't miss a beat.

He ran his hands up my back and freed me of my blouse. He snapped my bra free and threw it to the floor, not fumbling or pausing. The feeling of his lips on mine gave me some kind of mind blowing, mind altering emotion. I wasn't pressed down tightly with these awful emotions anymore. He freed me. He entangled me with his body and somehow that engulfed my own sense of self, my worries fading.