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32. You're Abused

''I love you" Harry cooed to his girlfriend, Avery. Harry planted a long kiss upon her cheek as she smiled widely. Everybody at the dinner table was having their own conversations.

I never talk when I'm around Harry, only because he never wants me to. After we broke up a year ago, something had made him stop liking me all together. He would always say rude comments toward me, or say very insulting stuff when I'm not around. But there is still that little part of me that knows I could never move on from him.

Whenever Harry tells me to do something, whether it's something harmful to myself or not, I will always do it. I will do anything for him, if that's what makes him happy. I never want to go a day where Harry is unhappy, and I couldn't imagine him being unhappy because of me.

"Can you not stare at me" I heard Harry growl.

My body trembled as I looked down at my food, which was completely untouched by me. I was so scared to do anything around Harry, almost too scared.

"I'm going to head home" I mumbled, dropping my fork.

"Do not say that" Niall stated, gripping my leg from under the table, trying to make me stay. His grip tightened, almost knowing what I had to say.

"I have to, Niall".

"No. I'm not letting you go back home!" Niall nearly yelled, causing the whole table to stop what they were doing and turn to look at me.

Everyone at the table besides Harry knew what happened at home, and knew that once I get home, I'm screwed. I haven't been there in weeks, but I knew I had to go back eventually.

"N—Niall, I have t—"

"No you don't!" Niall roared, slamming his fist hard against the table. The conversations died down, having all eyes on me. They knew what was going on, they knew.

"Niall stop pretending like you give a shit about her. Last time I checked, she's too damn paranoid" Harry growled, sending a glare my way.

My eyes brimmed with tears, not knowing what was going on. I didn't know what to do. Harry treats me like my father, and it scares me.

"Harry, I swear to fucking God," Niall barked, pushing Harry against the wall as he held onto his collar tightly, "if you make her take a damn step out of this house, I will fucking make every day a living hell for you so you can drown in guilt everyday of your damn life!".

"So what if she fucking goes home? Either way she's a damn waste of space. I'm never seeing any of you if she's there. Why should I care about a girl who I don't even want in my presence?".

My heart fell down to my stomach as I took it all in. My body didn't move, and I only shed a few tears, but what else was I supposed to do? Cry in front of him, begging me to stay here? If me gone makes him happy, I'm gone.

I slowly stood up from my chair, hanging my head as I took in a sharp breath. I had to pull myself together, had once I did, I slowly looked up at the table. Harry's girlfriend was angerly glaring at him, looking as if she was about to snap. Zayn had tears in his eyes, his arms promped on the table as he looked like he was about to get up. Louis was crying softly, sniffling, looking everywhere except me. Liam had his head in his hands, shaking his head, clearly knowing this is one of the last times he'd see me.

"Bye, guys" I mumbled ever so quietly, before nodding my head slowly at Harry. With the room still silent, and the air still thick, I slowly made my way to the front door.

"You don't have to go" Avery said, making my body freeze. I took in a sharp breath, nearly considering to go back with them. But I couldn't. I'd rather risk my life than watch Harry hate me the way he does.