Immediately after the wedding, I went home to wallow around because I had nothing better to do. Melissa and her Mark were already on their flight to their honeymoon, Harry and Bailey were going to "hangout", Mum and Anne had gone out to do God-knows-what. There was literally nothing left for me to do, except for the one thing I've been dreading all day: call Sean. But, not only did I make the mistake of calling him, I also went to his house... yep, big mistake.
I went to his place to confront to him about what I saw the other night at Club Insomnia.

But this is all he had to sat about the incident, "maybe if you were a good girlfriend and gave me what I need, I wouldn't have to get it elsewhere." All he'd really wanted was to blame me. Apparently, I was the problem. Oh, he had the answers to everything. Then, I proceeded to confront him about how poorly he was treating me.

"Stop being a fucking whore and I'll stop treating you like one." He growled in reply.

I could never forget how he looked at me with those intense auborn orbs. The whites of his eyes were bloody red and his words were slurred, but very bold.

At this particular moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be free of him...for good. So, I told him that I no longer wanted to be his girlfriend. Of course, he didn't take it lightly. He, then, escalated to threats. Threatening me and the people I care about.


I didn't know if he really meant what he said he was going to do, but I didn't want to find out. This isn't the first time I tried to break up with him and found myself giving in to him. He can be very persuasive when he wants to be.


Congratulations. Sean wins again.

His face several centimeters away from mine. He had my body pinned to the wall, forcing me to listen to his sloppy words. His breath smelled of an awful combination of weed and alcohol. I scrunched my nose at the bitter smell.

"You're mine, baby. Forever." He said, declaring ownership of me. His objectifying me made me feel more like a thing and less humane.

Sean always had a bit of a temper with me but I've always overlooked it. Recently, it's just been getting worse with every encounter and now it's getting harder to disdain. I don't even know what to do anymore.

The day after the wedding was probably one of my lowest days. The new found memories that took place last night eclipsed my thoughts, bringing burning tears to my eyes. Just when I thought my eyes couldn't produce any more moisture, they did.

How did I get here? I thought.

I've spent the entire day laying in bed, bundled up under the duvet. I didn't want to risk anyone seeing what Sean did to me, I didn't want to risk being questioned and I didn't want to risk having to lie.

There were a few light knocks on my bedroom door, upon entering. I quickly rolled over to face the wall that way Mum could get whatever she wanted from me without seeing me.

"Charlie?" A deep raspy voice pronounced.

It was Harry. Not Mum. My heart exploded. What the hell was Harry doing here? He's the last person I need to see me right now.

"Harry?" I sniffled, fighting to hold back the uncontrollable tears.

I assume he welcomed himself in, as I felt his presence next to me on the cushioned mattress. His arm resting on my back.

"My date with Bailey upset you this much?" he chuckled. I knew he was smiling just by the way he said those words.

"I've told you before, I don't care that you're dating Bailey."

"Sure..." he cheekily replied.

I sat up to face him. I was completely sure that I looked bad. But, I wanted him to see the real reason I was upset. Harry's reaction to my face only told me that I looked worse than I thought. Eyes probably swollen from crying most of the night and it's pretty hard not to notice the obvious injury to my appearance.

"What happened to your face?" his voice was soft, just above a whisper. He brought his left hand to my cheek and ran his thumb down the bright pink stripe below my right eye. I winced at the touch.

"I-um scratched myself" I lied.

It was a really stupid lie. Who could possibly scratch themselves that deep, by accident?

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, still staring at me.

"Don't look at me like that. I did. I scratched myself." I snapped, burying my face beneath the duvet. "Why are you even here?"

I lied back down, facing the wall just like I had been positioned formerly.

"I'm here too see you if you wanted to go out tomorrow?"

"Don't you have important One Direction business you have to get back to?" I huffed harshly.

It's not like he came back to Cheshire just to hang out with me all day, everyday.

"Actually, I've decided to stay a little longer."

"I have work tomorrow.." I said a little snappish. I quickly gave myself a reality check before adding, "I'm not doing anything today though."

"Good."

I told Harry that I didn't want to go out and that hanging out would have to be within the four walls of my room. He crawled under the duvet and his arms slithered their way around me, just like old times. Us being so close to eachother gave me a sense of safety.

"How did you become such a bitch?"

I laughed, his shameless words coming as a shock to me.

"You did not just call me a bitch." I giggled into the crook of his neck.

I love how honest and straightforward he is with me. He never hesitates to tell me what's on his mind. It's just something that I've grown to love about him. But, wasn't always my favorite quality of his. One time, when Harry and I were like twelve he'd often compare my premature body to Melissa's full grown body and taunt me. "Why are your boobies so small? Mel's are really big." Harry's twelve year old self teased. Yeah, and I punched him in the arm.

Oh, the memories

"You're just so mean" he chuckled. "What happened?"

For so long, I blamed Harry for everything. That's only because I was still bitter because he left. When really, Sean was always the problem and I'm quite upset that it took me this long to figure that out.

"Blame Sean, I guess" I spoke honestly, sitting up so I could take in his amazing gaze. His bold green eyes met mine.

"Tell me the truth, Charlie. Who did that to your eye?"

His question stunned me. Though I know I didn't do a decent job of convincing him that I inflicted pain on myself, I thought I talked him into believing it and it's far too late to think of a better lie, I'm busted.

"Sean threw a tequila glass at me.."

"He what?" His eyes pierced mine. I noticed his jaw clench at my words. He sat up quickly, his back to the headboard of the bed. I watched his eyebrows cave into a deep frown. "You aren't gonna see him anymore, right?"

"I-I have to." I stuttered.

"Why?"

"He threatened you."

"I'm not afraid of him. Worry about yourself." His cutting words not allowing me to fully explain myself. All I was trying to do was look out for him. I didn't know that was such a bad thing.

"Promise me that you won't see him anymore."

I stared at him for a while, puzzled. It never really seemed like he cared much about me when he was on tours and all that other shit. But, whatever.

"I promise." I vowed half-heartedly.

Then, he smiled, oh-so beautifully.

"It's over. He won't hurt you anymore."

Deep down inside, I knew I would do whatever it takes to make sure that he doesn't get hurt. I'd do it. Even if that means selling my soul to the devil. I couldn't ever forgive myself if Harry had ever gotten hurt at my expense.

I forced a smile on and I wore it the best I could.

"You want to watch a movie?" I offered, in hopes that it would suppress any further talk on this subject.

He nodded, watching me as I climbed out of bed to choose something from my disc collection.

He rose to his feet. His steps stalking mine around the room.

Harry's eyes were grazing me as I continued the search for a good film to watch.

"Come here." He took me by the elbows, pulling me close. For a moment, I was completely perplexed by the warmth of being so close to someone that I longed to be close to for so long. Harry's hard body pressed intently against mine. My hands feeling his lightly muscled yet strong arms. I looked up to him, his alarming height towering over me. I knew that as long as I was in the security of his arms, that I would be protected.

I wrapped my arms around him, his chin resting on the top of my head.

We fit together perfectly.

I felt a bit overwhelmed by our previous discussion. After years of missing my best friend, I finally got him back.

Tears welling up in my eyes again as his lips applied a soft kiss to my forehead. I truthfully never wanted him to let me go.

Harry's index was now under my chin, tilting my head and before I knew it, he was kissing me. His lips were soft and parted mine skillfully. An ensemble of lips, teeth and tongue. Awaking nerves I didn't know I had. This was a feeling I so desperately craved from Sean, but just couldn't get. A sense that only Harry could give me.

He found my waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he'd been eyeing since I first stood, and sliding his hand up the back of my shirt. I jerked, surprised, but soon warmed up to it. My hands running down his arms, over his chest, to his waist, tugging on the belt loops of his trousers, to pull him as close as humanly possible.

I was surprised when a small hitching gasp came from my own throat. My mouth quickly left his, taking a couple steps back. I needed a moment to process what was going on.

Ugh, fucking emotions keep getting in the way.

"I don't know if this is a good idea.." I said.

He smiled charmingly, "well let me reassure you."

Harry gently tugged on the hem of my shirt, dragging me close to him again. I stumbled into him as our lips crashed together again.

"Charlie, you have a guest—oh my god! sorry!" Mum bursted in my room, without knocking and her wide eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Then, a smile quickly embraced her face.

"Wait 'til I tell Anne that I've caught you two snogging." Mum gushed.

"Mu-u-um, please." I whined. She was making this situation more awkward than what it needed to be.

"Sorry, honey." She said, smiling at Harry who was now bashfully gleaming at the floor. "Sean's downstairs."

Shit.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him about what I saw." Mum winked before leaving.

I quickly glanced at Harry. My bottom lip, violently wedged between my teeth. I wouldn't be surprised if blood was drawn. My breathing and heartbeat had slowly became erratic with every passing minute.

"Don't be scared, princess. I won't let him hurt you." He assured me. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Notes

Please, if you haven't already watch the trailer for this story! It was created by one of my readers. It's quite lovely. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMi4D1YxsyQ

Besides that, WHO HAS SEEN 'BEST SONG EVER' VIDEO? OMG. We need to talk about this. lol