Stir | Styles

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Slut 4 Harold :) + new cover ;)

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Harry and I spent so much time together last night I felt like it was us against the world. He shared so much heartfelt information with me, it made me feel special. He sang me to sleep too.

It felt so surreal. I know it isn't going to last, he was drunk and he isn't going to be the same but something in the back of my mind tells me he just might prove me wrong.

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Getting to school, I have a smile on my face all the way up to when Harry comes to my locker.

"Please explain to me, Why I was in your bed this morning?" He's yelling and I don't like it, I don't want to draw attention to us.

"You came over, by yourself. I tried to get you to leave but you wouldn't." I know I lied but I just couldn't tell him I asked him to stay with me. He hates me and I hate him.

"You're lying." How does he do it?

I hate when people call me a liar! "No I am not. Maybe you shouldn't get so drunk and maybe you could remember your nightly events!" I scream at him. Now I don't care about attention. Why would he ask if he would accuse me of such things.

He immediately grabs my arm, drags me around the corner where no one can see and gets into my face. "Don't you ever talk to me that way! What I do is none of your concern!"

"It's my concern when you show up to my house, uninvited and decide you can just stay when you want! It's my concern when you bring me into your bullshit Harry!"

I knew it was coming. Harry always has a temper and he hates it when people point out his flaws. I wince when Harry puts his forearm against my throat. "Do you want to say it again?"

"Harry get- off of - me!" I wheeze for air but his arm is too tight.

"No! you need to learn how to properly talk to me!" He screams in my face. His arm releases but he's not done yet. That exact hand goes straight into my stomach. I hurl over in pain but it doesn't stop him.

He grabs my hair and wrap it around his and twice until it's tight. Then he repeatedly punches me in the gut. When he's done I fall over in pain. He kicks me twice. He walks away with no remorse.

And to think we were getting somewhere

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