Protect Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning with sharp pains shooting through my back and neck. I winced in pain and opened my eyes completely. I saw that I was on the couch in an uncomfortable position. The top half of my body was off the couch with my neck bent to the side to use the carpet as a pillow. My bottom half was still on the couch with one leg hanging over the back of it and the other leg laying straight.

I sleep in the oddest positions.

I sat up with a grunt and cracked my back and neck. I sat on the couch with my head in my hands as I replayed the disturbing events of last night. I could have died. I need to thank Harry for saving me. The aroma of waffles filled my nose bringing me out of my thoughts. I smiled and went in the kitchen. I saw Harry standing by the toaster. His back towards me watching and waiting patiently for the waffles to pop out of the toaster.

I coughed gaining his attention. He turned around and stared me in the eyes. I stepped back in terror. He looked furious. His eyes were a dark green; almost back. His jaw was set tight making his lips form a straight line. His nostrils were slightly flared and he was breathing quickly as if he was trying to control himself.

He walked towards me quickly and in a matter of seconds I was pinned against the wall.

"You. You selfish little bitch. You just had to disobey me didn't you? Because of your stupid little 'escape plan' you could've caused all of us to get hurt! If Chris wasn't alone we could've been killed! God damn you Bailey! You only think about yourself!" He yelled in my face.

"You didn't have to come after me! I didn't want you to! I want to leave! What don't you understand about that? And don't even tell me I'm selfish! Last time I checked I'm not the one who kidnapped someone!" I yelled back.

"God Bailey! Get it through your head that you will never go home! You will never see your parents again! Ever! Get over it!" He yelled with hatred.

"Fuck you Harry!" I yelled with tears streaming down my face. I shoved him away with all my strength and ran upstairs. I entered my bedroom and locked the door behind me. This is the only place I can get away from the monster that is downstairs. I hate him so fucking much. I laid on my bed while crying my eyes out into a pillow.

Harry's POV

"God Bailey! Get it through your head that you will never go home! You will never see your parents again! Ever! Get over it!" I yelled.

As soon as those words left my mouth I regretted them. I regretted this entire fight. I looked at Bailey and saw tears streaming down her face.

"Fuck you Harry!" she yelled then ran upstairs. I heard her lock her door then lay down on her bed. She sobbing into her pillow. Every loud sob made me feel guiltier. I caused her to cry. I caused my mate to cry. I slammed my fists onto the wall in aggravation.

I'm so stupid.

I know she and her family were really close. They definitely had the strongest bond I ever witnessed. I was a dick. I have to fix this, but I know she won't talk to me.

Then, I got an idea. I texted all the lads but told Zayn and Louis to bring the girls along with them.

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About an hour later, there was knock on the door. I opened it up and was greeted by my friends. I ushered them to come inside and sit in the living room. Once everyone was seated, I explained what happened. They were all disappointed me, which didn't surprise me.

"I can hear her crying," Liam stated with sad eyes. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement except for two people. I looked over at Eleanor and Perrie and saw them trying to hear her as well. I chuckled knowing only we could hear her.