Simply•••H.S

Chapter 11

 Ailex's P.O.V.

"I love you."

Three words, a thousand doubts, a thousand little voices in my head.

I run from things I'm scared of, I don't want Harry to love me, especially when I am so incapable of loving myself.

I am running.

Running from him.

Running from myself.

Running from hope.

I am running straight into the arms of the devil.

"I am so glad I found you babe." Jayden says, his breath laced with whiskey, eyes blood shot. 

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." I replied, with a sting of venom in my voice, I knew this was trouble.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Al, come back, I love you, I do. Please please don't run." I attempt to go after her, but she locked the door, she did this silently, without emotion or struggle on her face. No longer than 10 minutes after being in the apartment she walks out, straight past my trembling body, her hand bag intact, eyes blood shot, fingers shaking.

"Where are you going?" I demanded when our eyes met, I heard a sharp intake of breath, and smelt the whiskey on her breath.

"Where did you get the alcohol from?" I demand and answer again, grabbing her wrist.

"I dunno, I found it, what are you, my Dad?" She slurs, leaning in towards my face.

"You are under age Aelix." I remind her, my grip still tight on her wrist.

"You want to lecture me? Fuck you Harry, you are a hypocrite." She says, sounding sassy as fuck.

"I was not lecturing you, I was informing you." I say, raising one eyebrow, she matches this gesture, cocking her perfectly shaped left brow up.

"I don't need to be informed Harry, I need to be let go." She looks down to my large hand, I feel her Goosebumps collecting under her skin, her pulse quickening under my touch, I grip tighter, she attempts to pull away from me, but I don't release her.

"You gotta let me go Harry, you are hurting me." She explains.

"Where are you going anyways?" I ask letting her go.

"To someone that can't hurt me." She says, looking past my shoulder, staring at my couch as I left the door to my apartment open.

"Who?" I ask, intently, she takes a deep breath and she stumbles back.

"Jayden." She whispers, and leaves me, speechless in a mother fucking hall way.

Aelix's P.O.V.

New York was cold, I carried my handbag in one hand, a coat in the other, the bruises from Jayden still evident on my arm, even the cool wind blowing against them is making them throb with pain.

Goosebumps were still noticeable on my skin, I wasn't sure if it was because I was cold, or if it was because of Harry's touch.

I freaked out, I shouldn't of, I like him, I don't love him, but I like him, I need him, not Jayden, what was I thinking?

I turn around to walk back into the warmth of my brand new apartment, to the warmth of his arms.