I Want (H.S Fanfiction)

Chapter 14- Porcelain Doll

Over the past few weeks so much has been happening that I just want to share with everyone (feel free to skip at any point to the actual chapter) firstly; my social media addiction has tripled I am always on twitter you can go follow me @Thetinkerbell98 (getting them 5sos dm's but sadly no 1D dm's but I got viners) I have become so so so active of tumblr (my tumblr page now freaking snows) www.awkwardamber.tumblr.co.uk and been hella on pintrest. (amberbell1)

Now what sparked most of these was because of one girl called Jasmin, now I won't dedicate her because I tell her all the time how awesome she is. But what she did was first she got me my calum dm and then she decide to put 18 girls from all around the world into one massive group chat on twitter. Now over the past 2 weeks we have become a smaller group but we are so close that we don't care. We have got two twitters and a YouTube channel where we post videos from all around the world. The first account is a 5sos imagines and shit like that @calstwerkybutt and the second one is for updates about our YouTube channel and what's going on for each of us which is @pointless_teens

Our YouTube channel is pointless teens (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJHnodmYgD8pplxLxGerhpA) obviously I designed the logo and header.

But yeah that was basically my explanation as to why uploading has been a little slow. I could blame it on my upcoming exams but I'm not revising for that shit so that means I would be lying to you guys and I don't want to lie. I apologise for this SUPER LONG a/n and I hope you are enjoying I want.

 

Previously in I want

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before responding with the answer "Well I was kind of hoping I could stay, don't worry, I would leave you in peace." for what reason? So that he could feel pride? Feel in control? He is a sick and twisted little boy. "No I just want to look after you, make sure you okay." his and came towards my face, my first instinct was to move away. "Please Honey, I am not going to hurt you, I am genuinely sorry for what I did back there. I haven't done that to any of the girls and, it was completely unfair of me to punish you when you haven't signed the contract. Honestly I know doubt you ever will, but just know that you can sign it no matter what. I just want to care for you and please you, in ways no man could." So I should feel special should I? This guy feels too highly of himself I swear.

"When are you going to realise Harry, I DON'T WANT TO SIGN THAT STUPID FUCKING CONTRACT. I want to be on an emotional level with you, understand you. I want to wake up and see that you're still cuddling me, even though you have been awake for ages. I want love Harry."  My body slid down the cold, black tiles until I had reached the matching floor. My body now consumed with exhaustion. "I can't give you that, I'm too fucked up. I thought I could, but I was wrong okay? The contract is designed for me, to feel safe and know my boundaries. With you, all that control I have taught myself disappears, and it scares the shit out of me." he roared back at me. But he was wrong the truth is the boy who stood before me was a beautiful boy, with dark secrets. Secrets of bloodshed and insanity.

 

What are those secrets though?

Chapter 14- porcelain doll

Eventually, Harry joined me in the bath and we just sat in the warm water cuddling. To him I think I was a porcelain doll; fragile and easily broken. Which now that I think about it, it's strangely accurate. I am weak, I'm handled with care (most of the time) and I break down ALL THE DAMN TIME! But Harry washed my sore body and laid a small kiss over every mark, cut and bruise. With every kiss, a small sigh escaped my lips as if, he was kissing away the painful memories of what he had done to me. Once we were out of the bath, he got a white bath cloth and began wiping at the tear stained makeup that had occupied my once clean face. He began at my cheeks as, there was that majority of my mascara had fallen. Moving to my mouth area where most of my pinkish lipstick had disappeared. and finally, he removed the last of my simple eye makeup, taking great care with the warm cloth again my puffy eyes.