State of Grace - Taylor Swift (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point Of View:

My eyes slowly creak open at what sounds like screams, and it's not just the voices inside my head. I glance over at the crib, and Mia is still inside fast asleep which gives me a wave of relief. Next I reach over to my nightstand and send a quick text to Zayn that I think something's happening because that's my initial instinct. My feet find their way out of bed and when I open my door, I'm horrified by what I see.

"You don't deserve her!" Chris shouts, another fist colliding with Harry's jaw. I then see Louis, attempting to pry him off of Harry... Why the hell are the other two inside my apartment? Before I can even speak, Harry is quick to turn the tables on Chris and starts hitting him in the face.

"What do you think you're doing sleeping in my girl's apartment?" Harry shouts, and now Louis is trying to pull him off of Chris.

"Enough is enough!" Louis is shouting, only to be shoved back into the lamp of my apartment, making a loud crash. He sits there, throwing his hands up in surrender and I finally decide I need to step in.

"Harry, if you don't get off him..." I scream, grabbing him by his sleeve but he tugs it away. I keep trying to pull him off of the bloody Chris lying on the floor, until Harry shrugs me off and I go flying into the hardwood floor.

"Are you alright?" I hear Louis' voice panic and seconds later, he's kneeling beside me and helping me up. I sniffle and nod, trying not to look at Harry who is now staring at me.

"Fuck Bella, I didn't mean to do that! I was just trying to shrug you off so you would stop trying to stop me from beating the fuck out of this bastard!" He growls, and I back myself into the wall behind me afraid.

"How did he even get in here?" I whisper to no one in particular.

"I let him in cause Louis was with him." Chris nearly chokes from the ground. He slowly starts to stand up and blood is just pouring and pouring out of his nose. I look away, this is just too much.

"All of you need to get out of here... please." I cry, reaching putting my hand on the top of my head. It's fucking bleed. Excellent.

"What the hell did I do?" Chris asks with a shout, and I just put my hands on the sides of my head and sigh.

"Look at Harry's jaw! Now look at your bloody fucking nose!" I shriek in disgust. "Believe it or not, the only one who has done any good here is Louis!" I chuckle at even the thought of praising Louis, but he really is the only one doing anything good right now.

"Bella, you can't be serious!" Harry groans, coming towards me. "I came here... Louis brought me here to fix things. Those weren't my drugs, you have to believe me." He insists, pulling my face towards his. I can smell the whiskey on his breath and that makes me want to fucking scream.

"Don't touch me, you drunk, drug dealing prick!" I shout, pushing him away. "Please Harry, if you ever loved me, then get out of this apartment now and never come back." I give him the king of ultimatums. He looks up at me, and then at Chris and Louis who are both looking down at me.

"I'm not leaving. They are." He commands, and I mentally groan.

"Please can all of you go? I don't need this..." I mumble, standing up from the wall. I feel a drizzle of blood pour down the side of my cheek and shake my head. Harry did this. He should have just stayed away...

"Bella, please let me take care of that bump on your head." Louis whispers, stepping toward me. He puts his hand on it, and I wince in pain.

"I can do it... Thanks for everything you did here tonight." I sigh, stepping towards the sink and grabbing the paper towels. I probably need stitches considering the amount of blood but clearly that's not happening tonight. The three boys stare at me, looking upset and hurt.

"Bella?" I hear a panting voice coming from outside the apartment. I rush to answer it, and Zayn rushes inside quickly. "I got your message, what's going on?" He asks, glaring at my head. He then looks around the room at Harry, Chris and Louis all standing there with either scowls or frowns.

"This is what's going on." I gesture towards the boys in the room. His hand immediately comes on top of mine, pressing down on my head injury. He settles me down in the chair and stays protectively by my side.

"Zayn, can you please tell these two bloody idiots to leave?" Harry asks, and I fume.

"Tell them all to leave, especially Harry!" I say, and tears start pouring out of me again. I'm crying so hard finally, and I can't stop. Their faces are all blank stares at this point, and Louis is the first one towards the door.

"I'm sorry all of this happened... I hope you're alright." He gives me a weak smile before walking out the door.

"Bell..." Chris mumbles, coming towards me but Zayn puts a hand to stop him from coming any closer. "I was only trying to defend myself from Harry... I'll see you soon, yeah?" He asks, and I nod as he exits the apartment.

"Bella, I'm not leaving you here with Zayn." Harry slurs, and I mentally scream.

"Harry, either you shut the fuck up and fall asleep on the couch and leave tomorrow morning, or leave now and never come back. Either way, I'm so done with your drug dealing ass." I state, as Zayn steps away to change the paper towels.

"Drug dealing?" Zayn asks in disbelief. "Harry isn't a drug dealer!" Oh great, he's gonna deny it too.

"Thank you!" Harry groans, and I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Zayn, I found fucking ecstasy in Harry's car... Tell me again how he's not a drug dealer?" I groan, and Harry is quick to defend himself.

"Those weren't mine!!" He shouts.

"Then who's were they? Stop the lies! Admit it! You just look like more of an idiot telling me they're not yours!" I shout.

"Harry... C'mon man." Zayn sighs, and I can't help but feel a little bit better that Zayn is with me on this.

"I'll prove it... I'll take a drug test. Check my call log, check my apartment... You won't find anything!" He shouts, and I finally just nod and give in.

"Fine. We'll check tomorrow." I groan, knowing I'm not going to get anywhere with this tonight. Harry finally nods, settling down on the couch and closing his eyes.

"So how did you get this bump? It's pretty nasty..." Zayn sighs, and I nod.

"Harry did it 'unintentionally.'" I sigh. I feel Zayn's hands tense and he quickly walks across the room, picks Harry up from his shirt and punches him square in the face.

"For fucks sake Zayn!" I shout, and he gives me small smile.

"You're welcome." He laughs, coming up behind me putting more pressure on the cut.

I glance over at Harry who is too drunk too care and who looks to upset to fight back. I notice a few tears fall from his cheeks and he curls up in a ball and falls asleep. As much as I hate him right now... I feel guilty and I shouldn't. He's putting me through hell and I keep feeling sorry for him.

This cycle is fucked up to say the least.

Notes

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