Beautiful Tragedy. (h.s fanfic)

Chapter Nine.

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Charlottes POV:

I can't breathe, it feels like I'm drowning, suffocating. The only light I can see it's a small light, at the end of a tunnel. It looks so close, but feels so far away. My legs won't move, I can't feel them. I hear breathing, humming, and something dripping. My head is heavy. I place my hand on my chest, I feel nothing, a hole in my chest. "I've got your heart now, Charlotte. I've got you." She hisses, "You belong to me, you always will." Deacoda whispers, fading into the darkness, my heart in her hand.

I feel someone shaking my arm, opening my eyes, startled. I see Harry looking down at me, concern in his eyes.
"Char, are you alright? I left the room to piss and I heard you were screaming, I rush back here, but you were asleep." He asks, his voice raspy.
I look around, slightly confused.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I lie, rubbing my eye with my fist. The tshirt I'm wearing is damp, what I assume, is from my sweat.
"You were screaming Deacoda's name." Harry muttered, laying back down in his bed, close to me.
"I was just having a bad dream." I murmur, pulling the doña up slightly.
"What happened?" Harry asked, rolling over and turning to look at me. He's wearing a thin white tshirt, revealing his tattoos though it.
"I can't really remember, I was in like a dark room," I said, looking up at the ceiling. "Deacoda had my heart, in her hand." I whisper, turning my head slightly to look at him.
"Shit. Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked, looking directly into my eyes.
I respond with a nod, "What time is it?"
Harry looked over at his phone, pressing the button. "Five to seven."
I groaned, I was basically wide awake now, I'm surprised I hadn't woken up with a hangover, but I'm not going to hold my breathe, because I know I will get one. Even if I have a sip of alcohol, I get a hangover, it's quite frustrating.
"Do you regret last night?" Harry asked me, randomly. Catching me off guard.
"What? No, I don't. What makes you ask that?" I asked, frowning slightly.
"I don't know, just making sure." He said, shrugging.
"Do you?" I asked, biting my lip in curiousness.
"Nope." He said, smirking at me.
What if you're just "another girl"? My inner self muttered, crossing her eyebrows. I frowned at the thought.
"What is it, Charlotte?" Harry whispered.
"Nothing, just getting a headache." I lie, sighing, turning to Harry.
A frown appears on his face, he turns to me.
"You should go." Harry mutters, staring back at the ceiling.
"What?" I asked, confused as hell.
"Get out." He harshly says. Sitting up this time, looking at me.
"O-okay.." I whispered, pulling myself from the bed, grabbing my clothes, and slipping my panties on.
"Go, Charlotte." Harry hisses.
"You're one confusing son of a bitch, you know that right." I harshly snap, looking at him.
He faces reds, and I'm not entirely sure if it's from anger or embarrassment.
"You do regret last night, don't you?" I ask, looking at him dead in the eyes.
"It was nothing." He snaps. His fists balling into his doña.
It was nothing.
"You're a pig, Styles. A using, disgusting pig. I feel sick, knowing you've done something no other male has before."
I'm standing at the door, staring at him with anger.
"Can't change that now." Harry says, smirking.
The game. My inner-self beams.
I bend down and pick up one his boots, pegging it as hard as I can as his head, but miss. It hits him in the chest. My blood boiling, I'm absolutely and utterly disgusted in myself.
I turn on my heels, opening the door and slamming it behind me.
I can't stay here. Why did he suddenly change? Why did he have to say all that?
The game.
I walk into Leah's room, quietly. Grabbing my bag, and keys.
I step into the bathroom, and change quickly into some sweatpants and a hoodie, trying my hair up into a messy bun. Harry's T-shirt is laying on the floor, I shake my head and pick it up.
I tiptoe out of Leah's room, shutting the door quietly behind me.
I dump the T-shirt infront of Harry's door.

I place my keys in the ignition, turning the key. Nothing. I try again, and again, and again. Still, nothing.
"Fuck!" I yell, placing my head on the steeling wheel. I jump out of the car, and pull myself back in, now sitting in the back of my car.
I'm not going back into the house, not with that using pig.
I place my bag towards the door, reaching over and locking all the doors.
I lay my head down on my bag, I close my eyes.
Harry's laugh echoes throughout my head. His smirk appears, I groan.
How could I have been so stupid? I should have know this would happen. I should have kept myself known to this happening. Reminding myself. I have no one but myself to blame. Leah even warned me and I still fell for his trap. Should I call it a trap? I feel like a slut. Like one of those girls that he users. Just another girl.