Use Somebody

Chapter 40:

Harry's POV:

It's been a month since I called Louis and it still hurts. It's like something deep inside of me knows it wasn't him. But maybe he did. Nick allowed me to make one phone call a week. I've mostly been talking to Gemma and trying to keep it positive. I told her I was safe and had a place I was staying. I tell her not to worry every single time I called.

"Harry! Breakfast!" Nick yells.

I walk to the kitchen and sit down while he serves me yet another burnt meal.

"I'm not hungry." I say even though I was beyond hungry.

"Bullshit! You eat once every three weeks! I know you're hungry!"

Nick was forcing me to sleep with him. He always used protection. I remember the first time I yelled and screamed not to touch me, so he ended up tying me spread eagle and putting a sock in my mouth. I cried the whole way through and afterwards when he tried to hold me.

I jump up from the table and run to the bathroom. I drop in front of the toilet just before I get sick. The last time I was sick was on Louis's floor in front of his bedroom and Lottie cleaned it up. This caused another wave of nausea to rush over me and I throw up again. Nick came running to the bathroom and saw me kneeling in front the toilet. He pulls me up and gets in my face.

"I don't know what you think you're pulling but you better stop! Or else I'll send the disk straight to Louis's boss. Got it?"

As a response I threw up at his feet.

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Nick had me sitting in a office to see what was going on inside of my stomach. It was still sensitive, I wasn't eating and I threw up this morning.

"Styles?" Someone calls me to the back and Nick follows suit.

We walk back and they weigh me and measure my height. She leads me to a room and tells me to wait and she'll be right back. It seems like forever and Nick is glaring at me the whole time.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, making me drag you all the way just because you're not eating but it will be the cause for consequences." Nick threatens.

When he says consequences, he meant that I wouldn't be able to make a phone call that week.

There was a slight knock on the door and it opens to the doctor who took us back here.

"Alright, what's the problem?" She says nicely.

"His stomach is acting up. He's not eating, it's sensitive to the touch, and he threw up this morning." Nick explains.

She arches her eyebrow and looks at me. " You're extremely underweight. How have you been eating."

"Once every three weeks." Nick says.

"That's not good, you have to eat more if you want to stay alive."

"Sometimes I would be better dead." I finally say.

She give me a glare that suggests something and I nod my head. She stands up and walks out of the room but not before she says what she's going to go so.

"I'll have to do an ultrasound to see what going on inside. I'll be right back with the machine."

I nod and watch as she walks out of the room. She comes back about five minutes later with it and the gel for my stomach.

"This is going to be a little cold." She says applying the gel to my stomach after she pulls my shirt up.

Nick watches as the whole ordeal unfolds. He wasn't at all happy with my answer about being dead. Nick knew my life was complicated, especially since he presented himself back into it. She placed the gel on my stomach and she was right about it being cold. It wasn't terribly cold but it felt good against my burning skin.

"Okay, let's have a look." She says.

She waved the wand around and across my stomach. She was watching the screen and I was watching it as well. I could feel Nick glaring at me out of the corner of his eye. She pointed at the screen and said something but I wasn't paying attention.

"I think your stick is broken." I say realizing that there is a blob moving on the screen.

"No, the stick is not broken. You're three months pregnant!" She said as my heart drops.

Nick's eyes turned black and my stomach turned enough to make me throw up on the floor next to me.

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When we got home Nick locked me in my room and didn't let me make my phone call or eat. I didn't really care as long I was away from him. The appointment was a couple hours ago and that meant that Nick was probably asleep by now.

I grab the key I had hidden and unlocked the door. I snuck to Nick's room and grabbed my phone. I thought about sneaking out but realized he would notice the door opening. I didn't want to risk it so I went back to my room.

I dialled Gemma's number and hoped that she would pick up the phone.