Fate

The next morning I got up and showered. Afterwards, I stumbled to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. I was surprised to see Harry sitting there already. I tried to ignore the awkwardness, but the tension was suffocating.

I glanced at Harry’s ruffled hair and the dark bags under his eyes and asked, “Shouldn’t you be asleep? You need all the sleep you can get to heal faster.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He responded curtly.

Oh. Something told me that his inability to sleep was partially my doing.

I busied myself with making my coffee to try to avoid saying anything else.

Harry’s voice broke through the silence once more, “Why aren’t you dead?”

I dropped my spoon into my cup with a clatter, “What?”

“He left you unconscious on the floor with a knife cut under your neck. Why didn’t you bleed out? Why are you alive?”

I felt the sting of his words and tried to reply nonchalantly, “The knife was so hot that it cauterized the blood vessels.”

The kitchen fell silent again. I stood kneeling against the counter to drink my coffee. I didn’t want to have to sit across from Harry.

After a few tense moments I spoke again, “So, where is Niall?”

“He left for Ireland with Pauly. Modest said we could all go home since the tour’s pretty much been postponed until I can leave this damn flat.”

He paused before saying something I never expected, “I’m sorry I accused you of sleeping with him. You never would’ve anyway.” He laughed harshly.

Well obviously.

I frowned and knitted my eyebrows together, I didn’t like his tone so I decided to press further. “What do you mean?”

He turned to face me smirking, “We were together for three years and sex was always out of the question. ‘Not until marriage’ was always your excuse. I thought it was kind of cute at the time; that I’d marry you and it’d all be fine. But of course, that didn’t happen. And you’re obviously not over him yet.”

I stared back dumfounded. What is his problem? Is he…jealous? Of Sam?

Fury raged through me, “Says who? You have absolutely no idea where I stand with Sam. Maybe I did sleep with Niall. You know absolutely nothing about who I am now.”

At that, Harry stood up, green eyes blazing. He pushed me back into the counter and pushed his thigh between mine. I looked up as his lips crashed into mine. My mind went numb. I fought against him at first, but his fingers tore through my hair and pulled on it. I arched my neck back from the pain and gasped. Finally I gave myself over and kissed him back. The feeling of his mouth against mine was so familiar yet so foreign. He broke away and began kissing my neck, leaving a trail of fire from my ear to my collarbone.

That was when I realized what position I was in. My body was in the exact position as the night I got the scar. Panic tore through me and I tried to fight back the nausea.

It’s just Harry. I told myself. Oh God, I can’t do this. I’m not ready for this.

His movements were the exact opposite of Sam’s that night. Harry’s hands were demanding but gentle. His intentions weren’t to hurt me or scare me. Or where they?

Finally I gasped out “Harry.”

He brought his eyes back to my face, still running his hands up my body.

“Stop.” I choked out. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

He pushed away and I saw the hardened glint in his eye. He knew exactly what he had been doing. He knew as well as I did that I wasn’t over Sam.

I took advantage of the space and ran out of the room, stopping only to grab my purse before leaving the flat.

Breathless, I fought back tears of confusion as I headed to the hospital. I needed to find out when I could leave. I couldn’t stay in that house any longer.

I met with my supervisor in his office to find out when I could leave Harry. He obviously wasn’t fully healed, but within about a week he should be able to function on his own.

My supervisor told me the one answer I didn’t want to hear.

“Wait at least two weeks.” he said, “Especially with your assault case going on, we just can’t let you come back to work yet.”

I wandered around the city for a few hours before finally heading back to Harry’s flat. I stepped out of the lift into the corridor. As I neared Harry’s door, I heard loud music blasting through the walls.

What could he be doing? I swear if he’s drinking…. Pain medication and alcohol is a deadly combination, especially on top of anger and rejection.

I opened the door and was greeted with an even louder blast of music. Harry’s once serene and quiet flat was completely trashed and filled with people. Who even were these people?

I dodged a couple making out on the couch as I headed into the kitchen. I saw Harry stumbling around with three guys I immediately recognized. Liam and Zayn were laughing at each other and Louis was pouring more vodka into Harry’s cup. I walked over to Harry, I couldn’t exactly have the patient I was supposed to have been watching overdose.

“Put it down.” I said as Harry lifted the cup to his lips.

“Why?” he said as he took a sip, “You leave me and I can’t even drink to it?”

“Are you trying to kill yourself? I am not having my life ruined because one of my stupid patients killed himself with pain medicine and alcohol because I wouldn’t kiss him.” I reached over and smacked the cup out of his hand. I stepped back as the cup hit the floor, splashing the clear liquid all over.

“Fucking bitch.” Harry slurred.

“Hey I think it’s pretty hot.” He turned to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “I’ve always thought you were hot, but you’re even sexier when you’re pissed off.”

I shrugged his arm off. “God Louis, go away. Can’t you sleep with your wife?”

He laughed, “I don’t want to sleep with you. I might like to have a little fun, but I didn’t plan on having sex.”

Harry broke in at that, “She’s a prude anyway. You won’t get anywhere with her.”

“Oh, that just makes me want to now. Something of a challenge aren’t you?” Louis responded to both of us.

I rolled my eyes and left the kitchen and walked to my room. I was relieved when I opened the door to find my room empty. I turned to lock the door, but remembered that Harry had broken the lock last night.

I decided to take a shower, which may have not been the best decision, but at least the bathroom door locked.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water stream down my tired body. It was only about 5 at night, but I was so exhausted.

After about 10 minutes, I turned off the shower. I reached out to grab a towel and another hand gripped mine. I screamed, but then relaxed when I glanced at the tattoos.

“Harry, what the hell?”

I heard a laugh before the shower curtain was yanked back. Louis was standing in front of me, his hand still gripping mine, laughing.

I tried to yank my hand back and grab a towel to cover myself but he just grabbed both of my hands within his.

“What the hell?” I repeated, “How did you get in here?”

He grinned, “I’m Harry’s best friend. I know where he keeps pretty much everything, including the keys to the locks. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see you. Harry was always so protective of you. He never said anything about your sex life, or anything like that. Oh trust me, we asked, but he was so private. Of course I understand now, you’re even hotter than you were then. Well, except for the scars everywhere. You could be so pretty without such ugly marks.”

At that I took advantage of his drunkenness and yanked at my hand again. This time he stumbled, but so did. My wet feet slipped in the shower, and I fell. I cried out loudly as I hit the shower, and cried out yet again as Louis fell on top of me, crushing me beneath him.

“Get off of me!” I yelled.

He raised his eyebrows and instead of getting up, pressed his lips against mine.

Then I heard the door open, but I couldn’t see who it was. Heavy footsteps raced our way and Louis was pulled off of me by his shoulders. I saw Harry’s face looking down at us, and I tried to move my naked body from his gaze, but his eyes were only focused on Louis. He hauled him up and punched him in the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re married, and she is not yours.” Harry shouted.

Well I’m not yours either…

He threw Louis out of the bathroom and he stumbled into my room.

Harry turned back to me as I reached out to grab a towel.

“Just go to bed.” He said, sounding remarkably sober.

Then he walked out and shut the door behind him. I heard him walk through my room and into the living room yelling, “Everybody out. Now!”

This has been one of the worst weeks of my life

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