BELOVED 2 [h.s.]

Chapter 66.

Author's note: okay, I've been so busy and haven't had time spare time to write that Wattpad has changed and wow... I feel old. So, hope you enjoy this chapter so much and I really hope you all like my stories so much because I have great news for you all. I AM WRITING A NEW HARRY'S FANFIC and no i'm not lying, I actually have already three chapters and it's a really different story so it's a new opened door for me and for you guys too. I'll post the first chapter at the same time as I will post chapter 70 of Beloved.

I'M SO EXCITED PALS AND GALS HAHA! Okay, so don't forget to vote and enjoooooooy.

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Songs of the chapter:

-Wrapped Around Your Finger, 5 Seconds Of Summer.

-What About Love, Austin Mahone.

-Fergalicious, Fergie. (Idk I'm just obsessed with this song today haha)

"I'm exhausted," I whine.

"Does your temples hurt as much as mines?" Gemma asks me.

"We drank too much wine," I laugh.

"I just never thought we would drink four bottles while eating biscuits and ice cream."

"That's life!" I exclaim.

Her door is knocked and then someone rings, she frowns like asking herself if she's waiting for somebody.

"Ill be back in a minute," she says and I nod.

I rest head on the pillow and close my eyes, I feel like falling asleep until I hear her raising her voice and I go to the living room finding Harry in front of Gemma.

I am wearing the shortest shorts ever and a tank top so when he sees me I run inside.

"She isn't talking to you." I hear Gemma whispering a little not very loud.

"Linda!" I hear him screaming.

I don't know what to do, I don't know if I should go there or not. If I go there I don't have any idea of what he is going to tell me or if he is just going to act like nothing happened and tell me something really stupid I don't care at all.

I leave them there talking and take out my phone to take a picture of the mess we made in this bedroom. It really looks nice, the contrast between the white bed and all of the crumbles with different colours on the bed, the magazines and movies resting on the pillows.

I post the picture and tag Gemma with the caption: "this is how a girls' sleepover looks like #NeedingExtraWorkoutAfterThis"

Now that I finally used Instagram I open Twitter as well, before I can read my mentions I hear footsteps coming and see Harry walking madly to me. He shuts the door and locks it.

"Harry, open it!" Gemma screams outside.

"What are you doing?" I growl.

"You need to listen to me," he says and I smell three feet away the liquor of his breath.

"I won't listen to you while you're drunk, last time I listened to you when you were drunk I ended up being an useless thankless little piece of whore," I start to cry remembering how much it hurt me hearing him saying that to me.

"Linda..." He gets closer to me, I give steps backward but when my bum touches the wall I can't walk anymore.

I stretch my arm so he can't get any closer and he stops walking.

"Please listen to me," he cries.

"Go on." I sigh, I can't see him crying it's just even more hurtful than crying myself.