Mine × Harry Styles

Chapter 5 x

I'm sorry for the last chapter and how much it sucked.

edited: 9/28/14  

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I sat on the couch with my arms crossed, fuming.

He had me believing I was his only. And that note? Doesn't mean shit to me anymore. I'm going to find all my things and get out before he comes back.

Or maybe I should stay and be moody till he's desperate to know.

I choose option two.

I smirk to myself.

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I lay in his bed with his dress shirt and I sprayed his Cologne on my chest. I love the smell of him and I'm sure this is his favorite one.

I've been laying here for two hours now, just thinking about what I'm gonna do and say to him when he gets home.

And it just so happened that his Range Rover pulls into the cobblestone driveway. From my spot on the bed, I can see him and the other band members get out with him.

I roll my eyes and lay in the bed and pretend like I'm sleeping after I hear the front door slam. I pull the shirt apart more so that my breasts show a little more.

"Jessicaaaaa?" I hear Harry's voice call, coming up the stairs. I hear him come into his room and he growls.

I feel him pounce onto the bed and pull the shirt together. He buttons up the shirt and I grab his hands to stop him.

"Stop." I say attempting to sound sleepy and I'm successful. I start to unbutton the shirt again.

"Stop princess. Leave it closed." He whispers in my ear.

Princess? I don't thinks so, manwhore.

I push his hands away and unbutton the shirt. I turn over and push my face into the pillow.

"Leave me alone." I mumble into the pillow. I push him away and actually attempt to sleep.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, pulling my hip so I'm facing him. I give him a dirty look. "Why don't you ask your girlfriend?"

He looks dumbfounded.

"What? You think I don't know? I fucking do."

"You're my girlfriend." He says, grabbing my chin hard. "Don't fucking cuss at me, I still own you."

That bit me hard. He doesn't fucking own me. 

"I'm a person, not an object!" I whine. I turn back over and push him away. "Go out to your girlfriend. Cause I hear you're cheating on her with me."

He spanks my behind harder than ever. I gasp, and let a tear fall out when I'm attempting to curl up in a ball.

" Why'd you do that!?" I sob, moving the shirt to see my ass and notice an even darker bruise on it, shaped like a hand!

"You are my girlfriend! No one else. So stop assuming things before it gets worse for you." He says lowly. He always says things lowly when he's mad.

"No. No! I want to leave now. I change my mind, I don't want to be yours anymore." I cry, knowing its a lie, but I have to get out. I get up, and start buttoning the shirt up.

"No! Please baby no. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please, don't leave. Please." He yells, but then turns to a whisper, getting on his knees and grabbing my legs. "Please."

I push him off and turn around, hitching up the shirt.

"Look at this."

-Harry-