18 - h.s

twenty nine

!! trigger warning for sexual assault, anxiety and panic attacks !!

stay safe <3

Play the song linked above when you see the *** :)

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Sophia Elliot

As soon as I opened my eyes a bright light burned into my face as I looked directly into the sunlight. I blinked and rubbed my eyes with my hand, sitting up and yawning. I knitted my brows together at the room I was in, before remembering I was at Harry's place. My eyes widened and I sat bolt upright.

I was at Harry's.

I looked around the room and then back down to myself, noticing this shirt wasn't mine, it had the same familiar scent of Harry's surrounding me, hugging my body as I picked the shirt up to my nose and inhaled, remembering a bit of last night.

I dropped my hand and pushed myself over to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over the side and keeping myself propped up on my hands as I stared out of the window, with the bright sunlight beaming onto my face.

I looked down at the glass that sat on the bedside table along with a painkiller next to it with a note.

'For your headache babe ;) -H'

I chuckled and shook my head at the note, picking up the pill, taking a swig of the water and grimacing as it went down, I wasn't good with taking pills, not after the last time. I placed my hand on my forehead and placed the glass back down on the side table.

I pushed myself off the bed with my hands and stood up, my head spinning as I rose from the bed and my vision going black for a moment as I gripped onto the table for support. As the vision of black subsided and my vision slowly returned. I let go of the table and stood looking around his room at the layout of it.

His bed was directly in the middle of the room, next to a big window looking out onto the city and letting in the bright sunlight as I didn't think to close the curtains last night. I turned my attention to the electric guitar that sat in the corner of the room, the sunlight bouncing off of the black glossy guitar. I walked over to it and smiled, running my hand over the strings and laughing at the interaction we had around it last night and reminding myself that he said he'd play something for me some time.

My line of vision then shifted to the mirror that sat next to it, showing the rest of the room in it's reflection. I turned to look right into it and I wished I hadn't. My once happy expression faltered as I stared at my reflection, grimacing at the sight of me. My hair was a mess, the fresh curls from last night had become a frizzy mess and my makeup was mostly rubbed off and my mascara was all around my face as well as my lipstick smudged down my face. I ran my finger over my bottom lip and felt a pang of pain in my chest as I remembered why it was smudged.

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I felt the hand of Jon on the side of my face and as I tried to call for Harry, he slammed his hand over my mouth to muffle any of my sounds as I silently let myself cry, him spitting at me to shut the fuck up as he moved his hand down to my jeans. My heart raced as I tried to fight from his grasp but was stuck. I felt them loosen around my body and noticed they were now unbuttoned, a prominent smirk now on Jon's face.

Jon's hand moved to my hair as he wrapped his fist around it and held my head where it was, trying to ensure I wouldn't be moving any time soon. I shouted plethoras of 'help' and 'Harry' into his hand, making him tighten his grip around my hair and wrapping his free hand round my throat and pulling my face closer to his.