Logan's POV
-two weeks later-
I sat in Lou's flat, Eleanor was still there, believing I was Louis's cousin. This was the last place I wanted to be, but I had no other choice. I tapped away on my phone, tapping Harry's name and pressing call. It had once again automatically sent me to voicemail, making my heart drop.
For the past two weeks he had been declining all of my messages and calls. Why wouldn't this wanker let me explain a thing?! I abruptly stood from the couch, grabbing Lou's keys from the counter.
"El?" I asked, making her look up from the bowl of soup she was eating. "Can you please tell Lou I will be using his car? I have to run a quick errand." I said hurriedly. Her eyes went wide, a questionable look on her face.
"Do you want me to drive you?" She inquired, putting down her bowl and walking over to me.
"No, thank you, but I think I've got it." I laughed awkwardly, she nodded slightly, probably not believing me.
"How's your neck?" She asked, resuming to eat her meal.
I rubbed the back of my neck, "Better. Glad that that hell of a brace is off." I said slowly, walking backwards towards the door.
"Okay. Be careful." She waved, watching me run out of the house.
_______
I quickly drove to Harry's flat, pulling up the driveway and running to his door step banging on the door and ringing the doorbell continuously.
"Answer god damn it." I cursed beneath my breath.
"Harold. Edward. Styles. Open the fuc-" The door swung open green groggy eye meeting mine.
"What do you want?" He snapped, pink lips frowning.
"Haz. I came to apologize. You really don't know how sorry I am. Louis forced himself on me." I said. Harry rolled his eyes, turning on his heels and leaving the door open. I stood there silently, watching him vanish around the corner.
"You can come in you know?" His raspy voice slurred from a distance. I stepped in quietly, slipping off my shoes, bare feet padding into the kitchen.
I saw him down a glass bottle, wiping away the alcohol from his lips.
"You've been drinking..." I stammered, gaping at him wearily. He chuckled to himself, letting out a long sigh. He slowly worked his way up to me, the strong scent of alcohol radiating off of his body.
"Harry stop..." I whispered, his hand slipping down to my bum. He continued forth, advancing in his actions.
"Harry please stop." I stuttered, cowering beneath his touch.
"Just let me love you." He slurred into my ear, the obvious smirk plastered onto his face.
He kissed me, nothing passionate. Nothing perfect. Revolting to say the least.
He pulled me up stairs, my body trying to get away from his grasp... But I just couldn't.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
