Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 20 - You Love Me

My blood boiled with anger, first he said to make it up to me. Next thing you know he's sitting in a chair with a girl all over him. That's totally normal, is that exactly what he wants me to do? Well, if it was I wouldn't I'm not the type of girl.

Next thing I knew hands spread over the sides of my waist pulling me with them; my body drenched in fear. All I did was wince in the pain of the pressure they had on my waist. "Stop . . ." I barely was able to say.

The man that stood in front of me looked like he wouldn't give up a second for me to escape. His eyes looked so dark as if he were to take advantage of me, and that's what his intention was. "Stop." I say pushing off his chest full of sweat from the heat caused by everyone.

"Your mine." He said as he left purple trace marks down my neck. I feared clubs, since the day I came to Harry with one, and I fear them even more due to the man that held me close. I took no chances; no chances that I bit his arm.

Running off in between everyone, I ran into people. "Sorry." I say. Where's Harry when you scared; all I was, was anxious to get out of this place. "Your so stupid." I muttered telling my self. I couldn't find my way out, next thing I knew. It's like I saw Zayn everywhere. "Zayn?" I said.

Fingers wrapped tight around my upper arm, my arm's so thing that it hurt to the bone from their grip. "Ow." I muttered just hoping it wasn't another abuser.

Finally making it out of the club I see those curls, emerald eyes, and dimples; it all lead up to Harry. "Your so stupid." I tell him in his face.

"I'm stupid!?" Harry took a better glance at my neck, he see's them . . . "What are these!?" He yelled.

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Your such a slut!" He yelled, it stung.

"Oh, I'm the slut!? Did you not see your stupid famous ass with a whore grinding all over you!?"

"Your the one with the hickeys!"

I yelled in screeches as I stomped my foot at the max. "I almost got raped you fucking bastard!" My voice went scratchy from how loud I yelled at him. I walked off with that, no hell in way I was riding home with him.

"Nyla." Harry said, but I walked as if I herd nothing. "Seriously, I'm sorry." That's where I stopped walking, and I went straight back towards him.

"You act as if I didn't almost get raped, but I almost did. You care nothing for me. I don't even know why the hell I'm with you. I'd rather be living under a passage way than with you."

"You love me." He replied. I took my phone and chunked it straight for Harry, and it hit him right around the cheek bone, and all he did was wince in pain. Harry's hand reached over to grab my thing arm, so tight I felt as if he could be killing my arm.

"Stop, it hurts cunt." I yell a bit. Harry shoved me against his car and laid me down placing his lips on to mine, they were so irresistible, but I couldn't give in. After finishing the kiss I kick him off me. "Your stupid for thinking I can forgive you now."

"I really am sorry!" He yelled as I ran down the path of grey pavement. "Nyla I'm serious!"

"Fuck you Harry! Fuck you and all your stupid flaws, you and your stupid fucking ways!" I yelled right back at him as I continued to run. "I don't give a shit anymore . . ." I muttered as I slowed down my pace to walk. "Just fuck you." I say once more.

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Niall's POV

A crying Nyla came blasting through the door. "Nyla what's wrong?" I say immediately walking up to her.

First thing she asked was, "Where's Zayn!?" Nyla covered her face with the bottom of her sleeves. "Where is he!?" She cried out.

Unwanting to tell her I did, I couldn't bear to see her like this; if it's Zayn she want's it's Zayn she'll get. "He's in his room." I say pointing towards the door. "No hell in way Harry's coming to my house again."

Zayn's POV

"Nyla, babe what's wrong?" I asked.

"Zayn, he's stupid. You were right, I don't even, I can't eve, what, he, I can't, I almost, Harry's so, I do-" I stopped her there before she kept on rampling words I couldn't understand or get to hear the rest of.

Sitting in a round soft chair, I placed her on my lap. Nyla burried her head into my chest crying her pure light brown eyes out. "Shhh . . . It'll be ok babe." I shook my leg up and down calming her down a bit.

Nyla's POV

I fell asleep to the sound of Zayn's calm heartbeat, along with the shaking of his leg. "Your always right." I whispered. "And I . . ."

"You what?" I herd echo.

Zayn's POV

I didn't hear Nyla finish her sentence. "You what? You what?" I repeated. She fell fast asleep, as did I. "Well, I love you Nyla." I whispered. "I’m bleeding out, so if it's the last thing I do, is to bring you down, I'll bleed out for you, so I bare my skin, and I count my sins, and I close my eyes, and I take it in, and I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you . . ." I sang softly hoping she fell asleep safe and sound.