Beaten and Bullied (Harry Styles fanfic) RESTORED!

Chapter 4

Chapter 4-

I woke up with a splitting headache but apart from that I felt surprisingly comfy and content. It was only when I realised something was horribly out of place that my heart dropped- I wasn't in my own bed. I slowly started to hyperventilate as I saw the shadow of a sleeping figure next to me. I would have never thought in all my years that I would be in a situation like this.

I realised, I needed to get out of here immediately, my mum would be worried out of her mind. I slowly started to sit up, trying not to wake the anonymous sleeping figure. I had managed to stay silent up to this point but the figure started to stir and turned their head toward me- revealing their face, thus causing me to tumble off the bed in utter shock.

As soon as I hit the floor, Harry's eyes fluttered open "Cheri?" he said squinting, sounding unsure as he peered from the bed at me on the floor.

"Harry?" I gaped at him in alarm, horrified.

"Hmm?" he said sleepily before lying his head back down on the pillow, not seeming to mind that I was in his room. I took this as my opportunity to escape and quickly crawled over to where my dress lay before slipping it on. I shakily stood up and started to creep across to the bedroom door.

"Cheri, what are you doing?" Harry said sitting up as soon as he registered that I was heading to the door.

"I-I need to go" I stuttered.

"What's the rush?" he said smirking slightly at my uneasiness.

I ignore his last remark and ask him the question which has been running through my mind since I woke up "H-Harry did anything uh... happen last night?" I say nervously, awkwardly trying to phrase it without having to mention certain words.

"No, not to my knowledge, though I can't really remember anything past letting you in the door" Harry say casually shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't really care either way.

"Oh okay I was just worried that something did," I say, my cheeks burning in embarrassment at my confession.

"Well... it wouldn't matter if anything did because it would still mean nothing to me"

"Oh" I say feeling the sting of his cold words "Well I better get going..." I say uncomfortably before shutting the door and trying to hold back the convulsive sobs threatning to rack through me. I felt ashamed of myself for overdrinking and getting myself in this position in the first place. I hated the unknown of what happen last night and Harry's harsh words did nothing to soothe them, instead it made them even worse. As soon as I got home, I was planning to lock myself in my bedroom and wallow in self-pity and disgust. As I was taking my shoes off though, I manged to trip and my mum hearing the commotion, came into the hallway.

"Cheri, you're back early dear" she said surprised as she looked down at me on the floor.

"I am?" I say sounding confused- I thought she'd be yelling at me for staying out the whole night and coming back so late past the required t ime she gave me.

"Yes, Anne called last night, she came home and said you and some of Harry's friends were crashing for the night since it was so late. I assumed you would have been there till at least mid-morning"

"Oh yeah" I say chuckling nervously and pretending I knew what she was talking about, that also meant Anne must of saw me last night with Harry.

"Maybe you should take a nap Cheri, you look pretty washed out and pale" my mum says concerned as she looks at me.

"Yeah, I feel pretty tired" I admit.

She nods "I'll go get you a hot drink, did the party okay, did you meet anyone new?" she says smiling as if imagining me with all my new friends I've made.

"Uh... the party went okay," I say awkwardly, she doesn't even know half of it. I felt my mum was under the impretion that the parties Harry hel, were like the oens I went to when I was seven.

"Good" seemly somehow satisfied with my answer "You head to bed and I'll up there in a few minutes with some hot coco" she says slowly as if speaking to a small child.

"Okay mum" I sigh, sometimes I feel like she doesn't want me to grow up. Sure, she wants me to socialise and have friends but sometimes her babying to me is suffocating. I comply anyway and go up the stairs.

Two weeks had passed and Harry had started to avoid me like the plague. Although this confused me, as it was so out of character for Harry to do the avoiding- usually that was my job, it also relieved me as I meant less encounters with him. On the second week, I woke feeling vertigo and stumbled to the bathroom. After vomiting down the toilet, the pain in my stomach disappeared and my eyebrows scrunched up in puzzlement. This was the third day in the row but I didn't feel like I was coming down with anything. I decided I might as well go to the pharmacy and buy some sickness pills to help with whatever the hell was happening to my body.

As I unlock the front door, my mum calls to me from the kitchen "Cheri, are you going out?

"Yeah I'm... just heading to the shop to buy a magazine?" I yell back uncertainly, unsure as to why I'm lying to her

"Don't be too long!"

"Okay" I mutter before slamming the door, the sensation of my head spinning coming back- I had no idea what was wrong with me. I find my self in the medicines for nausea aisle, having no idea which ones to choose. I should have just told my mum and she could have purchased them for me. I finally decide on the pharmacy's own brand but something catches my eye as I'm heading to the checkout- Pregnancy Tests. I pause, there was no way I could be pregnant, I couldn't even remember anything happening that night at the party. I falter though, I could buy them just in case, you never know? I look back down the aisle to make sure there's no one there before grabbing three. I nervously bring the pills and the tests to the checkout counter and the women scan them through. She says nothing but does raises her eyebrows as she hands me the plastic bag. "Thank you" I mumble before quickly exiting though the door.

As soon as I got home, I head to the bathroom. As unlikely as it may seem, I need to know as soon as possible if I'm pregnant or not. The possibility of it was eating me alive the whole way home. I can't seem to get my head round it, this doesn't seem like reality, I would never do something like this- or so I thought.

"Cheri, is that you, are you home?" my mum questions as I go up the stairs.

I freeze "Yeah, I'm just going to go to the bathroom!" I try and reply calmly. As soon as I get in, I lock the door and turn round. As I open the test packets, I try and take breaths but my lungs don't seem to be working anymore. I don't even want to think how Harry would react if he found out. I knew he could be aggressive but how far would her really go to stop me?

I close my eyes until I hear the sound of the pregnancy tests beeping.

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