Black Leather (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13- Banquet (P. 2)

A/N- this isn't my picture. Credit goes to whoever made it. I just thought it would be appropriate for this chapter.

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•Chapter 13•

It's quiet between us as Harry and I walk inside. The building is quite exquisite. When you step inside, the first thing you see in the banquet room is a large, crystal chandelier that makes the whole room sparkles and looks like it cost a fortune. Hundreds of circular tables covered in fancy linens and silverware line the room. Large bouquets of flowers make up the center of the tables. It feels like a wedding reception.

I look at Harry momentarily before turning back to my throbbing wrist.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I tell him, wanting to clean up the nail marks on my wrist. He looks at me shortly, as if afraid that I'll run from him at any moment.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to run." I say softly, hoping he'll believe me. He sighs and nods.

"I'll be at the bar getting a drink." He replies and I nod before exiting the banquet halls and following the signs that read "Restroom".

I push open the door, revealing a very modern and clean cut bathroom. The sinks are pure white and several shiny white pearls outline the border of the mirror.

I walk up to the mirror, my dress flowing as I move as graciously as possible. From the outside I look perfect. My makeup is perfect, my dress is incredible, and Harry is my 'date'.

But on the inside I'm a mess. I'm lonely, scared, hurt. All these feelings have flooded me so quickly in the past couple of days I feel that I can't keep up with them.

I sigh before lifting up my wrist to examine it. The four marks are bright red and are budding with blood. I turn on the faucet of the sink and place my wrist under the running water. As soon as it hits the brisk water I nearly cry out in pain. The marks are so deep and as the running water hits them, blood falls from it like a wine red waterfall.

I bite my lip to prevent myself from allowing tears to fall. The blood doesn't seem to be slowing and it seems to be staining the snow white counter. I continually look behind me to make sure no one walks in.

When it settles a little, I grab some paper towels and wrap it around my wrist to try and soak some blood up. When the blood has dried and the counter tops are clean, I begin to turn and leave.

As I do, I completely run into someone. I look up and see a girl, maybe a few years older than me. She has beautiful dark brown hair, curled in a side do. She wears a gorgeous flowy red dress that is absolutely stunning.

"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry." She exclaims, looking over me to make sure I'm okay. I smile at her kindness, a trait I haven't encountered in awhile.

"No it's okay. I should've been watching where I was going." I reassure her.

"Well I hope you are okay. Have a great rest of your evening." She says before walking further into the bathroom.

I push out of the bathroom and follow the same path back into the dining hall. My eyes wander the crowds of thousands of people.

All the people here wanting Harry dead.

I finally spot harry at a tall, small table, a drink in hand as he chats with people. Moving through the people, I make my way to him.

He spots me and smiles vaguely. I quickly move to stand by his side. As I stand, he moves an arm around my waist, his hand delicately caressing the exposing skin on my back. His head moves and his lips are near my ear.