Logan's POV
My breath hitched in my throat as the warmth of his breath grazed against my skin.
My arms were pinned above my forehead forcefully, his chest pressed against mine.
"I still love you..." He whispered in a pained voice, the fresh scent of his breath traveling up my nose.
I tried my best to move away from his tight grip, the pain spreading through my arms.
"Let go.." I whispered, my forehead propped against his broad shoulders. I felt my lower lip quiver as the tears found their way out.
Never had I imagined that I would be touched like this again, the unbearable pain, the bruises that acted like scars.
His grip loosened, giving me the chance to escape his grasp.
I fell to my left, my body making contact with the cold tile, a whimper escaping my lips.
I pushed myself back up, fixing my shirt and shorts, walking backwards and into the studio. My face wet with tears, eyes red and puffy.
The other girls gave me a concerned look as I retrieved my bag from the corner.
I ran out ashamed, heading out the building and towards my car parked in the small lot.
I heard Harry's heavy foot steps following behind me in a hurried pace.
He finally caught up, grabbing my shoulder. For the first time, his touch was gentle, sending a weird feeling throughout my body.
I shook my shoulder forward, avoiding his touch, no longer wanting to put up with any of this.
"Let me explain. Please. Logan. I'm sorry.." He croaked, still trailing behind me.
I stepped into my car, leaving the door open and speaking just loud enough for him to hear.
"I quit."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
