I watch him pace and I know I've said the wrong thing.
Things I wanted to talk about haven't come out the right way and I know this because we are both upset.
"I would never call you that or even entertain that thought, why are you assuming I'm like that?" He asks me but doesn't stop pacing.
"I don't know, because you seemed to have jumped to that conclusion" he stops and shakes his head, like he doesn't want to hear what I'm saying.
"That's the problem here then isn't it Echo? You thinking I'm like every other man that would think that of you?"
Why did I say that to him? This is what I mean, I'm too much work, he can do so much better."Tell me what you left out the other day, please" he pleads and his eyes soften a little. I walk towards him and he stops to stare at a painting, maybe to get away from this conversation.
"He threatened me, he threatened that if he saw us together, he would hurt you because if he couldn't have me then no one should" I say through clenched teeth as I'm beginning having an anxiety attack. All the symptoms are starting but I need to finish this conversation and then I can freak out.
He turns from the painting and grabs my hand. He brings it up to his chest.
"I would never let anyone hurt you, never. Why would you listen to him? Isn't what we want that matters?" His questions are right but doesn't he understand I'm trying to protect him here?
"He's already hurt me" I confess quietly. I feel the tension begin in his hands around mine. He stands up and let's go of my hands, his hand slams into his forehead and he is breathing rapidly and loudly and I wonder if he may now just wants to walk out and be done with me. But then he stops and steps right up to me barely inches from my face.
"What did he do?" He asks
I don't know how to say it without making him thing it was my fault.
"He pushed me up against the wall and touch me here" I can't quiet get the words out so I point with my hands to my chest. I see Harry close his eyes and I hear his long breath come out like a hissing noise.
He grabs my shoulder gently.
"Why didn't you tell me? this is so wrong" he answers as he puts his arms around me and holds me close.He will never get the chance to hurt you. Not while I'm around" he says and I immediately think of when he needs to return home I'll be alone then, no protection.
"You need to report this to the police, if you say he's fixated on you and he isn't well, you need to do this Echo" he pleads looking deeply into my eyes.
I need to tell him about the garage and last night.
"The other day when we drove to the meeting, I had a strange feeling he was in the car park and yesterday when we left the bar, he was there and saw us, he looked straight at me" I confess but it doesn't make me feel better. Harry's face turns an angry red.
"What the fuck Echo? This is fucking insane, we need to stop this, he should be charged with sexual assault and stalking. I'm gonna kick the fuck out of that moron!" He yells.
I go to him, place my arms around him and lay my head on his naked chest. Hearing his heart beat calms me.
"He won't hurt you ever love, no one will hurt my girl" he tells me, his voice quiet and raspy. Somehow I believe that everything may be alright if I'm with Harry.
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Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED
FanfictionA Harry Styles fan fiction- Echo is stuck, stuck in the middle of life before 'it' happen and after. Her life has been spilled out before her and it's time to take back some control. Until she meets Harry and life changes again, she's just not sure...