[Editing] Forgotten Memories (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 33

~ CAITLIN'S POV ~

I open my eyes to a stream of sunlight shining right into my eye. I squint and turn my head to the side, pain jolting up my neck. I guess the force of Tyler's punch pinched a nerve in my neck or something. I look down at my clothes, dirt and dust from the floor covering my leggings and splatters of blood from my nose on my grey sweater that's always been my favourite. He's only hit me twice, because he got pissed off that I was finding the situation amusing. What I don't get is why he is doing all this. We were friends, and I thought that was it. I never knew he thought of me like that, and I never knew he could be like this, he's been my friend since forever. God, I should have fucking trusted Harry. He told me he had a bad feeling about him, and I should've listened. I slam my foot on the ground in frustration, half-heartedly, and drop my head into my knees. But after Harry said those things to me, I feel like I can't ever trust him again. How could he think I was playing him for fame? I don't understand. I thought we really had something, but I guess I don't actually know the real Harry, I don't think I want to. I hear the door click suddenly, and I look up to see Tyler with something in both his hands. I look closely and see that he's holding a bottle of water in one hand, and what looks to be a can of soup in the other. My stomach grumbles at the sight, I hadn't realised how hungry I was until this very moment. I haven't eaten since my flight, which feels like ages ago. He's given me water each day, but not letting my hands free to hold the water myself.

"Hungry are we?" He retorts, coming closer towards me. I glare at him, as my stomach growls again. He kneels down in front of me and opens the water bottle, I clench my jaw at the thought of him touching me again. He lifts it up to my mouth and holds my chin, surprisingly not tightly, tilting my head back. I gulp as much water down as I can, thankful for every drop. I nearly finish the bottle, when he takes it away from my mouth and sets it on the ground next to him. "Thirsty too." He comments, smiling wickedly.

"I wonder why." I add weakly, staring right at him. He looks up at me as his smile slightly wavers.

"Don't be cheeky now, or you can say goodbye to the soup." He tells me sternly. I hold back my anger and clench my fist with little energy. He peels the lid of the can back and takes out a spoon from his back pocket. I could not tell you right now how much I am looking forward to this, no matter how unappetising it may look. He lifts the spoonful of soup up to my lips slowly, and I reach my head slightly forward, attacking the spoon with my mouth. As soon as the thick flavoured substance hits my mouth, I feel my throat tingle with relief. I let out a small grown, swallowing the soup straight away.

He smiles as soon as he hears my groan, and I immediately regret it as he sets the can down. "If only you behaved like this the other night, babe. We would have had no problem." He rubs his hands up and down my thighs, moving closer towards me. I scowl at him, then he shifts his hand and grabs my bum, squeezing hard. I kick my leg out with all the strength that I have, which isn't much, and connect my foot with his balls. He yells in pain, hunching over and cussing under his breath. I wriggle furiously in the grip of the rope, but it doesn't budge. I feel pain around my wrists, and know instantly that the rope has burnt my wrists. I bite my lip and hold in a cry of pain. I slump down, suddenly tired from such effort. "You bitch." He spits, kneeling on the ground hunched over and holding his jewels, glaring at me. "I don't mind foreplay, but that was too far." He gets up and I see a deathly glare on his face, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He lifts his leg up and connects it hard with my shin. Pain shoots up the bone as I cry out. He steps closer, going for another kick, his foot connecting with my hip. I cringe in pain, feeling my hip click in protest. He continues to kick, my hip and shin again, my knee, my thigh, my ribs, my face, pain overtakes my body as I slump to the ground.
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~ HARRY'S POV ~

We get off the plane, grab our bags and walk through the airport. The whole flight Louis was acting cold to me, I didn't bother saying anything to him either. I just wanted the flight to end, so I could get away from everyone and find Caitlin. She's been gone for 3 days. 3 days wondering where she's gone and regretting everything I said to her during our fight. It feels like nearly every thought has been of the fight, every thought recalling the hurtful words I told her, every thought a painful one, wishing I could take everything back. I just want to know where she is, find where she ran to, hold her in my arms and tell her how deeply sorry I am, how much of a fucking dickhead I was and that I didn't mean any of it. I know now how stupid my theory was, how could I think of Caitlin in that way, the thought disgusts me. I feel a hand suddenly slap my cheek hard, knocking me out of my thoughts as I stumble backwards, looking up to see a furious-looking Danielle. She launches herself at me, hitting me in the chest with her clenched fists.