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13| Regrets

13.

~ A m e l i a ~

"And I'm going to prove it now" he whispered in my ear and my eyes widened. 

What was he going to do? I was really scared and especially now that he was drunk. I didn't know what he was capable of doing.

"H-Harry, you are d-drunk." I stammered and placed my palms on his chest, pushing him slightly. He grabbed my arms with his hands and chuckled.

"I'm perfectly fine, love." he said and pushed me towards him, his body close to mine. One of his hands left my arm and was placed on my lower back, whereas the other one was now gripping my wrist hard. He looked down at me with his green eyes filled with lust and I gulped.

"What a-are you doing? P-please, let me go." I said, my voice low and he brought his face near mine, our noses almost touching.

"Showing you that I'm better than Louis. You will love it, I promise." he said and smirked. That was enough for me. I collected all the strength that I had and slapped him across the face with my free hand. His head turned a bit to the left with his eyes closed. He clenched his jaw and he opened his eyes, looking at me intensely. "You shouldn't have done that." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes a darker shade of green. 

I started shaking. I was really nervous and scared. I tried to run, but he grabbed me by my t-shirt and pushed me back, making me let out a small squeal. He shook his head disapprovingly and grabbed my wrist again.

"Y-you are hurting m-me." I said, tears building up in my eyes.

"This could be a lot easier if you weren't so stubborn." he said and threw me on the bed. He looked at me, bitting his bottom lip and crawled on top of me.

"God dammit, I want you so bad." he moaned and pushed my hair off of my face, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, making me shiver.

"H-Harry please." I said, my voice trembling as tears fell down from the corners of my eyes.

"Shh... love, don't cry." he said, placing a kiss on the corner of my lips. I tried to push him away.

"Don't do this p-please." I cried.

He didn't say anything. He continued with what he was doing, leaving kisses and marks on my neck. 

Then he pressed his lips onto mine. 

I desperately tried to get out of his grip, but it was no use. As he ground his hips on mine I could feel his boner press against my thigh, causing me to panic.

"Kiss me back." he demanded.

"No." I said.

"So when he kisses you, you kiss back, but now you don't?" he said, getting even more angry.

"I di-" 

He cut me off.

"Shut the fuck up." he yelled and pulled out his small knife from his pocket. He placed it on my arm and looked at me angrily.

"If you don't like the good way, we can always go with the bad one." he said and kissed me again, but I didn't kiss him back. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.

"Alright." he said against my lips and pressed the knife on my skin, drawing a short line, just like he did to my cheek, until it reached my elbow. I let out a cry and closed my eyes, more tears falling down my face. 

When I opened my eyes something caught my eye and gave me an idea. On the bed stand near the bed was a big empty vase which I never really understood why it was there. Maybe I could hit him with it.