Abhor

Chapter Eight

Elliot Horan

We have to get on the plane in an hour, all our bags have been taken away, I need to speak to Harry.

He's sat in his room, it would be easy to just go and knock on his door and tell him how disgusting what he did is.

With that in mind, I stand up from the couch and walk with fury towards the stairs.

"Where are you going, Elle?" Zayn's voice is muffled from the kitchen but I can hear him.

"Oh, I just need to go to the bathroom, I'll be down soon."

"Okay, I've got your breakfast here when you want it, it's only fruit, it'll make you feel better." I can hear the kindness in his voice, I love all the boys, they look after me, other than Harry.

I hurry up the stairs, and faced with the hallway, it's quite eerie when you let your mind take over.

I find myself shaking slightly, I can't tell whether it's anxiety or rage, probably both if I'm honest with myself.

I allow three loud knocks to pound on Harry's door, I wait for a response, nothing.

Just like yesterday, except for I know he hasn't got a girl in there.

I knock again. Nothing.

And again. Nothing.

I barge my way into his room, he's just lay on the bed, holding my phone in his hand.

"I didn't say you could come in." He snarls, not bringing his eyes off my phone.

With that I storm over to him, lean over and try to grab my phone out of his hand.

His reflexes are too fast, his fingers wrap around my wrist, holding my arm still.

"You aren't getting this back, Elliot," his eyes are focused on my, he couldn't be anymore serious.

"Please can you let go?" My voice trembles, I hate this touch, the kind of touch that's filled with infuriation and hatred.

He allows me to retract my hand back to my side, I take a few deep breaths and close my eyes, willing away the tears that have made their way to the surface.

"Why did you rat me out like that to Niall? You have no clue what I use that for!" My voice is quiet, but I still allow the rage to come out with the words.

"Listen, Elliot. We have all made sacrifices to be here, it's about time you do the same."

"My whole life has been a sacrifice! Something that you wouldn't know, because you aren't me! My life has been hell up to this point and you wouldn't have a fucking clue! And neither would any of the other boys, not even fucking Niall!" My voice, is shaky but my words are strong as they leave my lips.

"Well, it appears little Elliot is upset, again. How many times is that now? Three? Four?" His tone is mocking, I can't help my next action.

My hand is brought with so much force to his face, he allows a grunt to leave his lips as his face falls to the side.

I stand there in bewilderment as to my previous action.

"Well, Elliot, you were already in my bad books. Now you may as well go back home crying to mummy, because this whole thing you're involved with now, you're involved with me. And I can assure you, you're life will be hell, especially when you're around me." Even with his intimidating words, his voice is calm, however his eyes are dark, any hint of green has been taken up by fury in his irises.