His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 31

Thea Parker

I used to be told that love was a weakness, that it only left heart ache and disappointment in it's path. Although I didn't believe it at first, but now as times goes by I am starting to reconsider. To be honest with you I have lost track of how many days I've been locked in this dark room or cellar if you will, since it had bars the name was fitting. My mind has been trying to process why Harry treated me the way he did and why he would lock me up like a wild animal. You don't do this to the people that have stuck by you after learning what you do for a living or accepted the fact that after all the shit we've been through I still haven't left or walked out on him. I've always been a people pleaser, never putting myself first. I only cared about the well being for those around me no matter what they have done, good or bad it didn't matter to me. And as always every decision I make seems to be the wrong one that puts me at the opposite side of the arena and without any weapons to use I couldn't fight back.

I was simply defenseless.

You should never be put in a position to make a big decision because you never know how it'll affect the other person. Which is why I don't understand why Harry did this to me or what his motive was. All I knew is that whatever is going on with him isn't out of love, only hate and spite. I thought we were past the point where this was a mutual agreement that impacted both of us but clearly it was all about him. The room was cold and silent as I sat alone in the corner, my knees tucked under my chin. I shivered slightly in fear and the light chill that covered the air. When you're in a place that is hidden, underground, and made entirely out of concrete you tend to be a little cold. No one has came to visit me once not even Harry, which wasn't a shock to me considering the fact that he threw me in here without any reason. Growing up I was taught to always be resilient, to never bow down to anyone but all that confidence I once had completely disappeared when I was tossed away like if I was a disposable object that was waiting to be crushed into a million pieces. After all this time I've been trying so hard to try and put things together with Harry but...What was the point? He's clearly made up his mind about where he stands in this relationship or whatever we were now. It broke my heart when he said those vile things to me, saying I was just here to please him and to fulfill his wants and needs.

You wanna know what I think this all was?

Bullshit.

None of what was happening right now made any sense to me. Harry wouldn't just change out of the blue without any intention, it wasn't like him at all. If I know anything is that Harry Styles always has a motive for everything he does and he would never do something so reckless with no plan or gain. Out of frustration I bang my head on the wall repeatedly.

"Fuck." I mumble over and over again.

Now, you probably think that I'm some crazy bitch who has completely gone insane due to isolation which is very true but I'm in denial at the moment. And the worst thing about this whole situation is that I haven't been fed or give any sort of drink whatever. So I'm guessing no one cared about me, not anymore.

Suddenly I hear the sound of the door opening and in a instant I shrink back in fear. A large shadow came into view but I didn't know who it belonged to since it was dark. Soon a bright lamp was held in front of the cell bars giving me a little source of light.

"Hello darling." A familiar voice said.

"Louis!" I quickly crawl over to him.

As I was about to place my hands on the bars he stopped me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why?"

"Because those bars are made of carbon steal meaning they heat up when in contact with pressure." My eyes widen.