*Harry’s POV*
I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, ever since I realized that he was the reason that she was away from me before she had to be. Even before I knew the truth about it all, every nerve ending, every muscle, every part of my soul and being has wanted to kick Peyton’s face in.

It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be and though I won’t dare admit it out loud, I’m terrified with what I feel is part of the inevitable now. I know I’m going back to Maudsley to be locked away again in a sterilized jail away from actual prison. Maudsley appears as if it would be the better option, but at least in jail I would be able to speak my mind without worrying about what medication would be shoved down my throat next. Dr. Baker and Paul were the only ones who made it a bit more bearable before Reagan came along, because they were real and treated the patients there as if they were normal, whatever normal is. I know Dr. Baker probably should have upped my pill dosage on more than one occasion, but she never did. I’m sure she’ll be forced to now, however. I snapped and I could feel myself lose control then gain it back too late. But, I would do it all again for her. I tried to show the police the text message that he sent to her phone, I told them I was the one who called them to come and collect him in the first place, but the last thing I expected was to be thrown into a holding cell only to be released on bail myself.

I sat on the bench of the cell silent and unmoving and most of all un-fucking comfortable with my hands cuffed behind my back waiting for Reagan to get here. The cold metal was a tight restraint around my wrists and I know that it was tearing into my flesh. The only way to keep the scaring to a minimum was to stay still. I chewed on my bottom lip and looked down at boots, trying my best to ignore the stare of the guard standing nearby, watching over me as if I could escape. I’ve been nothing but compliant with them, but when they pulled my name and my unsettling record that I’ll never live down or be able to erase, they treated me as if I would attack them next. The familiar trickle of blood rolls down my face once again from the open gash just beneath my eyebrow. They wiped it clean before they put me in here, but I’m sure it’s too deep to just be dabbed and taken care of. When a drop falls onto my black jeans, a nightmare that I’ve had too many times before escapes the dark and becomes a daydream. It’s the smallest drop of blood, only one that I can see.

I stared at the wall in front of me and the events of earlier today came flooding back.

~Flashback Three hours ago~
I waited in the lobby for almost two hours hoping that I would catch him and I did, but he didn’t see me. He walked right past me. I followed him onto a crowded elevator, begging myself to keep my control for just a little while longer. When we got off, I realized that we were on the same floor that Reagan stayed on and for some reason it made me feel as if I would be sick to my stomach. He’s been this close to her this entire time, and it leaves me unsettled. She’s been so naïve about everything and has hung out with him a few times from what she’s told me. What if he’s drugged her more than once?

The elevator door closed behind us and I felt my body tense. No one else had gotten off on this floor but us, at least that way I could get this over with without immediate interference. I could hear Peyton snicker before he turned around and the same condescending smile that was on his face the night I almost had him at the Baltic was back now, adding on to the white hot anger that replaced my blood.

“I knew that bitch would send her pet. What are you going to do Styles?” He pulled his top lip into his mouth and then raised his eyebrows before grinning.

“Touch me and you’ll be right back in Maudsley, we both know it mate. I didn’t say anything to police the last time because I was kind of waiting for this. I wanted you to know as well as her... ” he turned his back and took out his room key to open the door leaving it wide open for me to follow him in. I closed it behind me and let him finish talking, though it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do. He was adding fuel to what was already a burning desire.

“You’re my puppet too, as much as you are hers, but I see, I can control the both of you and have been for a while now, even when she wasn’t with you for that period of time.” Peyton put his bag down and took off his coat.

“I fucked her physically and the both of you mentally.” He smiled and my fist clenched at my sides. I could feel myself shaking with rage, totally engulfed by it.

“You’re here because you want to know how I did it? Well first there was the rohypnol that I slipped into the wine bottle that she guzzled down at dinner, and then when we got back to my flat a little acid trip to top her off and be somewhat alert during it all. She screamed your name the whole time, but my God did it feel good to have that tight little snatch wrapped around-” I couldn’t listen anymore.

I crossed the room grabbing his neck before I bashed his head into the wall. When he fell I went down with him, punching him repeatedly in the face. No words would leave my throat but it’s because of the lump that had formed there. How could he have done that to her? Tears of anger spilled betraying me and blurring my vision. When I raised my fist again, his bloodied face was replaced with Clive’s causing me to pull back in a moment of realization. I won’t repeat the same mistake. In my daze, Peyton had managed to reach up and get a good hit in, knocking me off of him when the edge of his iPhone hit me right above my eye. He managed to hit me a few more times before I landed the final blow. I had never seen anyone’s jaw shift from right to left the way his did when I made contact with it. The only thing I was familiar with at that moment was the sound of breaking bones, the same sound that I had heard two years ago.

Peyton collapsed and I picked up my phone to call the police, but checked to make sure that he was still breathing first. There was a knock on his door and when I answered it, it was none other than hotel management and security. I know they were there for noise disturbance, but when the man took in my appearance the security guard demanded that I go down to the lobby with him.

I followed behind him not putting up a fight and was on the phone with the police the entire time, trying to explain myself. They seemed understanding on the phone, but when they got there and the paramedics took him out of the room, they arrested me.
~End Flashback~

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try to calm myself before I bend slightly at the waist to try to get a glimpse of the clock on gloomy grey brick wall just outside of my cell. It’s been twenty minutes. I called Reagan twenty minutes ago. I hate to have to ask her to do this, she’s had more than enough on her plate for the day, but the last person I wanted to call was my mum. I think the look of pain, fear, and disappointment on her face would be a worse punishment than actually sitting in this cell. Even though right now she’s not my favorite person, she doesn’t deserve to see me locked up like this again.

“You’ll probably need stitches for that.” The burly guard spoke as he eyed me and pointed to my bleeding eyebrow. He reminded me of a bigger version of Paul.

“Mhm.”

“Would you like a plaster? It probably won’t do much for that gash though.”

“No, thank you.” I really don’t feel like talking, not unless he’s going to listen to my side of the story.

“There’s blood dripping off your chin now.”

“I know.” I spoke quickly feeling an irritable mood take the place of my calm one quickly. I need my medicine plus I just really want him to shut the fuck up and leave me alone!

“You must have gotten into some fight.” I turn to look at him and I know my facial expression is contorted into that of complete annoyance and one that says ‘no shit!’ He laughs and it makes my eyebrows knot before I turn to face the wall again while shaking my head. I’m glad he finds this amusing, fucking tosser! I find myself biting my cheeks as well however because his stomach rolls as he chortles, tubby tosser.

Keys open the door that leads to the holding cells and I hear the voice of another officer before I hear the sound of clicking heels coming down the tiled hallway. Tubby tosser turns his head to see who it is that’s coming and when I see who it is I stand to my feet and walk up to the cell’s bars to be closer to her. Her face is blotchy red and I know that she’s been crying. Her hair is somewhat frazzled, but she’s had a hard day and has had to take in a lot of shit information in today to last her a life time. Reagan will always be beautiful to me regardless to how she looks.

“Oh, H...” Her face crumples and her eyes fill with tears as she puts her hand over her mouth to try to silence her sobs.

I rest my head against the bars and try to calm her down as best I can without being able to touch her. I don’t want her to have another anxiety/panic attack today.

“What happened?” She speaks between sniffles and hiccups as she reaches a hand up to my face. The guard tells her that she’s not allowed to touch me and it makes more tears fall. I glare at him before tuning my attention back to a distraught Reagan.

“I’ll tell you when I get out of here. Why haven’t they let me out?” Reagan wipes her eyes.

“They’re not letting me bail you out because I’m not a citizen. I have the money but-” My face twisted before I let Reagan finish.

“This is bullshit!”

“Let me talk! I have the money, but Dr. Koch should be here shortly. He offered to help. He had to finish some things up at the office. I didn’t want to wait for him, I needed to see you...Tell me what happened Harry or I’ll tell him not to come. What did you do?”

“I told you I took care of it. This is really not the time or the place to talk about it.”

Reagan’s hazel eyes turned into icicles and they sent a chill down my spine. She’s never looked at me that way before and I know that if I don’t tell her she’ll be pissed, but she’s just going to have to be angry. I can’t and won’t repeat to her what Peyton told me. I turned sideways on the bars and rested my head against it not wanting to look her in the eyes as I spoke. Tubby tosser didn’t even pretend to not listen to our conversation.

“After you got in that taxi, I took a little trip to the Savoy instead of going to session...I can’t ever stay there now by the way, they banned me...” I grinned hoping to crack Reagan’s stoned expression as well, but she didn’t even blink.

“Long story short I beat the shit out of him and broke his jaw. I regret nothing. The End.”

“Harry you’re so stupid! What if they send you back to Maudsley again? Then what?!” She yelled at me through gritted teeth and stomped one of her tiny feet before taking a deep breath and running a hand through her hair, all the while voicing my fears.

“I’m stupid? He raped you! He flat out told you that he raped you and you wouldn’t go get help, but I’m the stupid one?!”

“Rape? Excuse me you were raped miss?” Tubby tosser grabbed both of our attention, breaking up our argument when he interjected.

Reagan’s eyes spilled over again and I’ve honestly lost count of how many times she’s cried today and in our fucked up relationship in general. Her head dropped and her shoulders shook and I wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. She nodded her head yes and I know how hard it was for her to say it, but I’m proud that she did.

“Show him the messages.” She looked back at me before taking her phone out of her pocket unlocking it and handing it to the officer.

He read over it furrowing his eyebrows before he looked back to me.

“This fight you were in, was it with the man that did this?” I nodded my head yes, unsure of the consequences I would face with the law.

“I can’t say that I blame you for what you did mate, but you can’t go round taking the matters into your own hands. Do you want to file a claim against this Peyton miss? If you do he’ll be charged and arrested when he’s released from the hospital. You’ve got a nice bit of phone records that can be used as evidence against him here.”

Reagan took a deep breath and nodded her head yes and immediate joy took filled my aching body when I pictured that fucker behind bars.

Notes

HI LOVES OH MY GOSH I'M Writing ITP 3!!!! Sorry the update is so late! I forgot that I had to do a character list. I will be adding the rest of them in a bit later, I had to give you guys the update I promised! What did you think of the first chapter of part 3 and are you satisfied with what may happen to Peyton and what Harry did to him? Be sure to load me up with comments as you did in the first two ITP books (in the last one I had just made it to over 1,000 and I love it!!!) Also, Be sure to SUBSCRIBE, and VOTE if you are as excited as I am and want me to continue You guys are so inspirational can I get everyone who subscribed before to subscribe again? Before I go to bed I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to zaynisthebestest for my beautiful cover it's a thousand times better than what I had :D and when you have the chance to, be sure to go check out my other love JustBreate. Her story The Only Hope For Me Is You is absolutely amazing and she's only just started! Good night and LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING!!!