DaddyDomH (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 24

There was nothing but silence in here, one of the reasons why I stayed on my phone just scrolling. Once I texted my mom and Demi saying I lost my phone, I had nothing else to do as he quietly walked around. Since we got in the car he's been silent.

I was thankful he did all of this but once again, the silence was killing me. I didn't know what to say but, I was hoping that he would start it off. At least I would know where we kind of stood at the moment.

He walked back into the living room and my heart sped up as he came closer to me. "Here" he whispered holding a plate out for me. I looked to see the sandwich and I grabbed it instantly remembering how long it's been since I ate, this morning.

"Thank you" I whispered looking back down and taking a bite of the sandwich. "No problem" he said sitting across from me.

Silence.

I focused on the sandwich unsure of what to do or say as he sat there watching me. But, he waited till I finish to speak up again. "So your plane leaves at 9:30 AM...get some sleep and I'll drop you off in the morning" I nodded quietly not meeting his eyes.

"Listen..." He whispered and I looked up to see him leaning forward thinking for a few seconds. "I'm so sorry... For everything that I did to you. I didn't mean... I didn't mean to say any of it. I was so pissed and I will tell you the truth, I did for that second believe you wanted Zayn. I believe you didn't want me. I'm so fucking stup-"

"Stop" I whispered not wanting to hear him tearing himself down like this. "It's true" "Harry please. Can we just forget about all of that?" I asked and he looked up surprised.

If only I could forget it all.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispered watching me and I nodded. "I'm fine" I said looking away still feeling his eyes on me. "I just need to shower" I said getting up.

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I put my clothes in a bag walking out the bathroom in sweatpants and a tee. It's so weird but right now, I felt so safe. I felt safe with Harry. If only I could just forget every second with Zayn but I don't think I could if I wanted.

I froze in front of the mirror and took a deep breath lifting up my shirt. My heart ached seeing the now healing marks over my stomach. I turned to my side and back feeling tears forming at the sight.

This was my fault.

"Hey I- sorr" I quickly pulled my shirt down looking at him as his eyes stayed on my shirt. He swallowed hard walking over to me. "Lift your shirt" "Why?" I quickly asked nervous watching him. His eyes never left my shirt as he walked closer. He saw it. "Let me see" he demanded. " Harry" "Just let me see" he growled through his teeth before lifting my shirt up himself.

My whole body instantly started shaking in fear as he went silent turning and studying me. I tensed as his fingers touched my skin shaking.

I pulled away turning to see him still not saying anything with his head down. "Harry" I whispered and he shook his head. My heart dropped at what I saw next... Tears falling.

"Har-" "No" he whispered shaking his head and backing up. "This is my fault" he stated looking down. "It's not" "It is" He roared then turned away.

"I went with him" "Yeah after I said all that hurtful shit to you. You just wanted love and I fucked you over in the worst way" he yelled and I shook my head. I couldn't agree.