Spill It (Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 22

   Danyka

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   We had just finished eating breakfast and I didn't want to go to the arena at all. Today was the anniversary and I felt more safe inside .

" Umm... Harry I don't want to go to this practice for the show I'm just going to stay here and meat you guys later before the show." I told him as I looked up at him.

" Danyka you've been acting strange what's wrong ?" Harry asked and I sighed with annoyance.

" Harry I'm fine nothings wrong I'm just tired." I told him as I held on to his hand and then he quickly pulled his hand away.

" Fine don't tell me ." Harry spat as he walked out the door slamming it making me jump. I closed my eyes and sighed. I just didn't know how to tell them that I was scared since this was the second anniversary of the shooting. I sat on the couch and by the time I knew it I had fell asleep. I jolted awake to see that I was running late I slipped onto some maroon high wasted shorts, a crop top. and my ankle high heeled boots. I hopped into my car and rove there I arrived just on time as I was rushed on stage and I started singing. I laughed when the confetti flew out and I spun around before telling them how I enjoyed this tour and hoped to do it again soon.

  The boys soon went on stage and I laughed when water balloons were brought out and I shook my head.

" Boys." I muttered as I laughed again. They soon came running off the stage and I jumped on Harry hugging him, only he didn't hug me back.

" What the hell is your problem?" I asked angrily as I looked at Harry and the lads frozen as they looked between Harry and I.

" You." Harry spat and I glared at him.

" Me." I shouted.

" Yes, you've been acting weird and your hiding something so just fucking tell me ." Harry shouted. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

" I'm not hiding anything Harry." I shouted back.

" Yes you are I'm tired of your stupid lies just tell me what the hell your keeping." Harry yelled and I stepped back.

" Harry I'm telling you the fucking truth." I yelled. No your not. a voice said in side my head.

" Fuck for all I know you could have done something to call yourself a murder, maybe you aren't the victim after all." Harry yelled in my face I looked at him in shock and I laughed as I shook my head.

" Fuck you Harry." I spat as I turned around.

" Danyka wait." Louis yelled.

" What!!!" I screamed

" You can't tell me anything Louis because you want to know fucking why?" I yelled.

" Because I let you go and pursue your fucking career a few months later after our family died. And then on this same fucking day the shooting happened and you weren't here Louis. You never were, you weren't here to keep me safe, or take care of me so do me a favor and fuck off as well." I screamed.

" I'm renting a room a block away from the house." I told him as I walked away and I hoped in my car as I leaned my head on the steering wheel and I cried loud sobs escaped my lips. All I could hear was Harry's words.

" Maybe you are the murder."

" Maybe you are the murder."

" Maybe you are the murder."

 I then tugged at my hair as I covered my ears.

" Shut up." I screamed and then I turned on my car and sped out of there. I arrived to the hotel and hoped out. I went up to the front desk.

" One room for the night, please." I asked and I handed him my credit card and I got my room number

" Room  106" the lady said as I walked to my room. I then laid down as I closed my eyes I guess I dozed off and when I woke up there was knocking at my door. I groaned and got up.

" What?" I snapped when I opened the door. I looked up to see Cole. The same time I screamed and tried shutting the door is when he ran towards the door knocking me over and into the wall I ran across my room. When all of a sudden he tackled me and tried to flip me over. I screamed as I started to fight him off. I bucked my head back and hit him in the nose as I got up and dropped my lamp as I ran towards my window and that's when he hit me over the head and I hit my forehead with the corner of the desk I started to fade out, but all I could feel was the blood leaking out of my head and being lifted up as I was carried out of my hotel room.