Colors//H.S

"The boyfriend"

- 3 weeks later -

Life is like a rainbow. You need both rain and sun to make its colors appear.              
                                                     ~Unknown

                                         ***
"Hey, we need eggs. Can you go get them while I grab these?" I ask Harry, holding up a chocolate cake mix.

"Sure" he smiles, walking towards the dairy section.

Today, Harry decided he really wanted chocolate cake. He wanted to make it instead of buying it because then we could 'make memories.' He's something else I tell you.

Strong arms reach around my waist and hug me close. I instantly assume it's Harry, but that thought soon gets discarded when I look down and see hands that don't belong to Harry.

I break free from the man and push him at the same time I turn around.

Ian.

Fear strikes through me, and the box of cake mix hits the ground. My face pales and I feel weak in the knees. A sinister smirk pulling at his lips.

"Oh, look at you making a mess" He tuts, bending down to pick up the box I dropped.

"I haven't seen you around like I wanted Oakley. And when I went by your place, it was empty" he snarls, stepping closer to me until I'm barricaded between him and the shelf. His musty, alcohol stained breath floods my scenes and I feel ten times more sick.

A creepy smile spreads across his face as he leans into my ear to speak.

"I've missed you" he then runs his hand down my stomach and over my thighs, reaching under my skirt and fanning his hand across my center. Silent tears stumble out of my eyes. A feeling of nausea and disgust coming over me. I feel the need to shower a hundred times just to feel clean again.

"Well she hasn't missed you" an all to familiar accent sounds. Relief floods through me as Ian gets yanked away from me and on to the ground.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ian shouts, getting off the ground and shaking himself off.

"The boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave before I beat your ass and everyone around the world will see how pathetic you really are" Harry bites. I've never seen him like this before, but I'm not planning on stopping him anytime soon.

I go to stand behind Harry, his shoulder blocking Ian's view of me. I take his hand in mine and he gives me a gentle squeeze. One I reciprocate.

It's only now that I see people standing around the once empty aisle, phones out and I'm guessing there recording.

As more people pile into the aisle, more gasps and whispers can be heard.

"That's Harry Styles!"

"Omg Harry Styles!"

"Who's that girl with Harry Styles?"

"What happened?"

"The paparazzi are here"

"The boyfriend huh? You do know he's gonna leave you right? He's a star Oakley, and you're just a nobody who sleeps around" he laughs. Laughs.

"Oh no, you're done talking to her, mate. This is between you and me now" Harry says, standing in front of me more and lightly pushing Ian back.

"This isn't any of you're business, British man"

Harry smiles mockingly, looking to the ground then slowly pulling his head back up to look at Ian.