Abditory [H.S]

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TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE, BLOOD, DEPRESSIVE THEMES, MENTAL BREAKDOWN, AND MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT.

YALL IN FOR A RIDE! BUCKLE UP

Luella Jones

This is the first time I've gotten home with an actual smile on my face.

I don't think I've ever been his happy.

Harry drove me here after I insisted he doesn't. He dropped me off at the start of the neighborhood after I had to beg him to do so, not wanting my parents to see us.

So, I'm currently walking home now which is in a few houses.

Harry ended up having to carry me towards his private bathroom, cleaning me up quickly so I don't get cold. We sat in his office after we cleaned up everything, talking about anything that comes to our minds while he dragged his soft finger nails through my hair as I sat in his lap.

It's 9pm and Harry said he'd pick me up in an hour. I still have no idea where he's taking me, but I'm really excited. Plus, my parents won't be suspicious if I say I'm having a sleepover over Liv's house.

Okay, I know lying isn't the best option here..but it's my only one. I don't have the energy to fight with them, and knowing they're going to ruin my mood for tonight, I won't be telling them shit.

I approach our front gate, smiling at Franklen who stands close to it as he holds it open for me. I get into the house quickly for how cold it is, unlocking the door as I step in.

The worst part about all of this is that I had to stuff the jasmines in my bag to hide them.

"Hi." I smile briefly at both my parents sat on the couch in the living room.

"A dumpster guy? Really?" My mother speaks before I have the time to rush out of the room and get on the stairs.

The question has me freezing in my place, my heart beats stopping for a second as I feel a chill run down my spine at it. I slowly turn my head towards the both of them now, noticing the way my dad has a slight crease in his eyebrows; gesturing for the fact he's mad. And my mum who has her arms crossed, holding a position to show how in control she is right now.

"I asked your brother about what you did while we were away, and he mentioned a dumpster guy?"

I swallow in nervousness as I feel my legs begin to shake with anxiety coursing through them, my body trembling as I tuck my hands through my sweater's pocket, trying to find a heart beat.

"Harry." She only had to speak one word to make my entire mind cloud with a hundred of thoughts.

"He said his name was Harry, and apparently Aria knows him, too. Said she played some game with him?" My mother cocks an eyebrow at me, standing off the couch which makes me take a step back.

I refuse to speak a word, waiting for her to finish.

"You really didn't think this through, didn't you?" She smirks as she knows me too well, walking towards me in small steps. She knows she has control over me and she'll always does, and I hate it.

My breathing picks up as she stands in front of me, her glare in her eyes not reflecting the way her whole body is calm.

"You fucking around with George's son?" Her voice lifts back down to full seriousness, the smirk on her lips dropping.

"No." I shake my head too early, regretting it.

"Don't lie to me, young lady." She stands too close to me, making me suffocate over the small air around us. "Are you fucking around with Harry Styles?"