Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

[Harry's POV]*Surprise*

"Harry," Elena says slowly, her voice dragging on for ages. I know what she's about to say, I can practically read her thoughts through her eyes as she looks at me piercingly, the glossy finish in her eyes apologetic. "I think I should go with Liam for a few days."

There it is. She said it. She fucking dared to say it. And she won't even look at me! When I hit the wall, I know I'm scaring her and I see her flinch and cover her face. My hand hurts so much, but then again it doesn't hurt as much as the words she dared to say. Why would she say that if she doesn't mean it?

What if she actually does mean it?

Fuck!

When I finally gather the courage to look at her, to look at her petite frame sitting utterly frightened on the bed, I can't help but realize that I left her there this morning. Elena was hooked on the bed for hours before Liam arrived and he probably found her there, sat with her for a while and conversed. She probably complained and made a scene about it, saying how much of an arse I am and promised that she'd give me the silent treatment. And then when Liam finally took out the key to unlock her wrist, she probably realized that I had good intentions. But he was still her hero. He's the one who saved her from me.

But being her hero, what if she snogged him? Or even worse. I glare at her when I think of all the things that could've happened in this bed this morning, and all because I couldn't get myself out of a studio session for the fucking afternoon. She should've been with me! Not him! And now I have to pay for it while watching her go for Liam because I wasn't there when she needed me.

And when she tells me that they haven't had sex, I believe it. Her eyes are so glossy and sensitive, full of love for the monster standing in front of her. Or the hero she's convincing herself that she doesn't love. She still hasn't said it, she hasn't returned the three words I've killed myself to say several times. And they were true each and every time I've ever said them to her, more true than they ever have been in the past, but she's hiding something.

I try breathing and calming myself, but I can't. She's so god damned stubborn, she won't even say the truth! And even if she is saying the truth, I'm too fucking mad to believe her or accept it. She had a better time with him than with me, I can see it. "I'm so fucking mad at you, babe. I can't believe you'd go running to my mate the moment I'd turn my back on you. I've done a lot for you and that's how you repay me? You should be on your fucking knees right now."

I'm disgusted with myself when I tell her to get down on her knees and suck my dick. She does it, and she does it fucking well. But I need to feel her, and I need to remind her, or at least to try to make her believe that it's me she has to be with, not Liam. She is mine, she has to know that. I'm even more disgusted with the fact that she's crying and forcing herself to take me deep. I shut my eyes, trying to block the image of her in this position, looking like a fucking whore. I hiss in pain when he takes me even deeper, my dick so soft and sensitive that it doesn't even feel good anymore. I keep a hand clenched in her hair so I hold myself from pulling her head back, those puppy eyes of hers begging for me to make her stop.

Of all the things I've done to her, this is what makes me feel the worse. I can't blame her for falling in love with the only person who's been nice to her since I brought her home with me. Liam has been there for her in times where I couldn't, or in times where I didn't deserve to be. And now, my baby looks like she's completely given up. She doesn't even fight back or argue or anything, she just concedes and obeys. She looks so tiny from up here, so easily breakable, and I've done everything to break her even more. I watch her small, bony shoulders rise up and down as she breathes heavily, panting with anxiety. She's lost so much weight, she's lost courage and strength, and now she's losing herself. I'm making her pay for absolutely nothing, and I know I'm simply angry at myself for leaving her alone all day. She deserved this day. We deserved this day. "Mine," I breathe so inaudibly that she doesn't hear me.