Masterminds - h.s

CH 7

Harry Styles 

May 19th, 2014.
3:05pm.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Please.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry!" I scare myself awake.

Sweat coats every inch of my body, my heart is racing.

It's all my fault.

I did this.

Before I realize it I'm pacing the floor and pulling at my hair.

I did this.

This is all my fault.

He's gone because of me.

My fault.

It's my fault.

I pull my hair so hard a peice of hair comes with it.

I don't even notice.

It's my fault.

Knock.

"Harry?" A voice says.

A masculine voice.

There's a man in my house.

Why is there a man in my house?

The door cracks open and a head pops in.

"Are you-"

"Get the fuck out! Get out! Get out!" I yell.

He's gonna hurt me again.

Lock the door, Harry.

He came back just like he promised.

He came back to hurt you, Harry.

The man walks further into my room.

"Get out! Don't hurt me!" I shield my body away from the man.

"Harry. It's just me. Marshall. You invited me into your house a few nights ago. You saved my life. Harry." He says quietly.

Something snaps in my brain and I flip on him.  I shove him onto the ground and pin him to the floor so he can't move.

"What do you know? How did you get in here? Why won't you fucking leave!" I yell.

"Im not going to hurt you, Harry." He grabs my trembling fists and pulls them away from my face. "I made you pasta, remember?" He holds the sides of my face, attempting to bring me back down.

Pasta.

Marshall.

It's just Marshall.

Tears well up in my eyes as the realization hits me along with the embarrassment.

"Fuck I'm sorry." My voice breaks.

I shove my face into his shoulder, tears leave my eyes silently.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." I whisper over and over.

"Shh, it's alright. Just me, I won't hurt you." He wraps his arms around me loosely, to keep me standing.

He's going to hurt you.

"Make it stop." I whine like a small child.

"Make what stop?" He asks more concern laced in his tone.