Dark and Dangerous

Habits

I KNOW IM NOT A NICE PERSON IM SORRY BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT!

There's going to be a prequel to this book then a sequel. The prequel will be about when they were in college when they first met. I'm also writing a Zayn fan fiction, and I'm going to post the summary thingy at the end of this chapter. Anyway, I need a title for the prequel and the sequel, bc dark and dangerous 2 and 3 just sounds repetitive.

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Harry's POV

I hear footsteps behind me as I sprint to find a way back to Demi as quickly as possible. the footsteps are closer now, but I refuse to go back. I can't just go back. I have to be with Demi.

"Harry stop!" Paul, one of the security guards, shouted. "Where are you even going?"

"I have to get back to Demi," I shouted back.

I finally found the nearest exit, but stopped dead in my tracks after opening the door. a massive ocean of people waiting to get into the venue stood in my path.

"Shit," I stated.

Demi's POV

There was a faint beeping. the beeps were constant. it didn't change in speed or pitch. the sound got slightly louder as seconds past. my eye pried themselves open, revealing an extremely brightly lit room. my vision finally focused. I'm in a hospital room. how did I get here? Why am I here?

The beeping got faster suddenly. I remembered receiving news. my unborn children are healthy and developing well. there was something else, something that made me panic. I remember feeling defeated and calling Harry. the signal went dead right after I told him my shocking dilemma. cancer. that was the shocking news the doctor gave me. the twins will survive the pregnancy. I will live about five more years depending on when I give birth and the severity of the tumor. if the tumor is benign, I will be fine, but if it's not, I will only live for five more years.

The panic attack must have been severe enough to have me put in here. I feel fine now, physically. mentally, I'm fine as well. emotionally, however, I'm an absolute wreck. I'm trying not to go into utter panic again. the beeping gets even faster. I feel as if my heart will burst at any minute.

Flashback-

"You're my Neverland, Demi," Harry said with pleading eyes.

I sat there. I was just silent. I didn't want to talk about this anymore, I just wanted to forget it.

"Demi, please look at me or talk or something," he begged, his voice cracking.

"Harry just shut up, okay?" I raised my voice.

"No, I will not shut up, until I know that you forgive me," Harry sits, pouting.

His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, a crease forms between his eyebrows, and his green pools stare, burning holes into me. I sigh.

"How can I get you to forgive me?" He asked.

I was silent. he groaned in an irritated manner and sat behind me. his long, calloused fingers moved my hair away from my neck and ran his lips over the newly exposed skin. my eyes flutter closed. the wonderful feeling caused me to lean into his gentle touch.

"Forgive me, please?"

I felt more tears well up in my eyes. Harry hasn't been acting the same. I told him that, so he said I was being ridiculous and need to trust him. something about the way he never lets me see who he's talking to on his phone seems suspicious. I can't help but wonder what he's doing or who he's talking to. I just don't know.

"Would you ever cheat on me?" I asked making eye contact.

"Demi, of course I wouldn't," Harry replied. "why would you even assume that I would cheat on you? I mean, you're everything to me."

"Are you sure?" I spoke up again, "you're not just using me for a good fuck?"

Harry's entire demeanor changed. he looked angry and hurt. his eyes became glossy and he stood from the bed. I stood up, taking his hand, but he pulled it away from me and stormed out.

"Harry, wait, I'm sorry," I cried,taking a hold of his arm again.

"Just let me go, apparently you think I just use you for sex," Harry said, his voice full of hurt. "Would I take the time to apologize to you every time I made you upset if I really only wanted you for a fuck?"

His voice is raised. his eyes are full of sadness as he stares down at me. tears poured from his beautiful eyes, making my heart sink. he pulled his arm away from me once more and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Fucking stupid, bitch!" I screamed. "why the fuck can't I do anything right?"

I screamed and cried. something in the kitchen caught my eye. I took the shiny object and went into my room. I sat on the bed and fiddled with it, contemplating whether or not I'm going back to this bad habit. I don't want to, but my hand decides to go against my brain and the metal hits the skin of my arm, slicing it open.

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