Vigilante | H.S.

56 | Torture

(I updated on Tuesday so if you haven't read chapter 55, make sure you read that first!!)

May 9

11:36pm

Harry Styles

This was the perfect way to end the day.

After spending the whole day with Diana, clearing a space in my wardrobe, helping her move all her stuff into my home, my home that was now our home.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I had been thinking about it. I didn't want her being herself, ever. I didn't trust the world not to hurt her, and I wanted to keep her safe.

But to be honest even if I didn't just want to keep her safe, I still would have wanted her to live with me. I spent every night with her anyway, and every minute that I wasn't at work we would be spending time together.

And I'm so fucking happy that she said yes, because now I got to keep her, and I had her, all day every day. I was hers and she was mine, I wouldn't want it any other way.

I had no idea how I got so lucky.

It was hard to accept the fact that she actually said yes. I never thought she was going to agree to live with me, but I had never been so fucking grateful. I didn't know what to call whatever we were, it was a relationship of sorts. There was no label on it. Louis kept teasing me about it, pestering me to ask her to be my girlfriend. But how would I know that she wanted that? It was so fucking stressful because I didn't want to scare her away, I didn't want to fuck up whatever it was I had with her.

I'd never had to think about things like this before, primarily because I never gave a shit about anyone enough to care about what they wanted. I'd always been selfish, I still was. I was so fucking selfish when it came to Diana, I wanted her all to myself forever. I never wanted anyone to touch her, have her, or even fucking look at her again. All I wanted to do was keep her safe from this cruel world.

All it took was those five fucking minutes that I was gone yesterday, and in those five minutes, she was completely destroyed.

She had talked to me about it, and I was so fucling proud of her for that. I knew when she got scared she would just shut down and she wouldn't speak or cry or do anything. But she managed to tell me what had happened.

That nightmare was the most terrifying fucking thing i had ever seen.

She was terrified, screaming, begging to not be hurt and I couldn't fucking wake her up.

I'd been completely fuelled with rage the entire day today, seeing the aftermath of the effect James had on her. She was fucking traumatised by what he had done to her, but seemed to be in complete denial over it. It was a repetitive cycle of her just telling me I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine

She wasn't fine.

How could she be after what he had done?

Those fucking photos, I couldn't stop fucking seeing them.

I'd taken them back to the apartment and I fucking set them on fire. I wanted them gone forever, I never wanted her to have to think about them again.

And it killed me to leave her alone tonight, but I had some business to take care of.

After we had dinner tonight, I left Diana at home with Zayn and Louis.

It was a peaceful night tonight- it was quiet.

And I was here, watching him sleep. Tied up to a chair where I had been waiting for him to wake up for the past ten minutes.

It was pretty easy actually, he should know better than to not lock his doors at night.