Inked {Harry Styles}

3

I feel Harry's chest rise and fall, the sound relaxing me.

"You're beautiful. Did you know that?"

His british accent makes me melt.

I smile, and let out puff of air, tracing circles into Harry's stomach.

"Harry?" I ask, only moving my eyes up the slightest bit.

"Yes?" He replies as he props himself on his elbows, carful not to move me.

"Oh, um," I stutter, his green eyes distracting me.

I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to ask him, something just popped out.

"Harry, why is it that you're mood changes so sudden?"

I choke for air.

Damn it, why would I ask that?

How did that come out of my mouth?

"What?"

His face changes from soft to hard within a matter of seconds.

"Um," I bite my lip, thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry.." Manages to slip out.

"What do you mean?" Harry's eyebrows come together, his cheeks sinking in a bit.

"I'm sorry I don't know." I begin to get up.

"Why did you get up? Get over here."

"Harry I -"

"Alex come here. Tell me what you think of me."

"I don't know,"

Harry gets up and begins walking towards me, cornering me in the kitchen.

"Do I scare you Alex?" He grabs my arm tightly, sure to leave a purple mark there.

"No.."

"Lying isn't good."

"Harry please let me go."

I try to pull away, but it's no use.

"Stop please.."

I feel tears rise in my eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

I'm not sure if Harry was asking me or himself that question.

Harry looks at me, licking his lips.

"Why did you snap on me, this is what I'm talking about." My breath short and choppy.

It took everything I could not to break down and cry right there.

Harry grabs my other arm and begins shaking me, yelling and screaming things in my face.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Harry yells more things at me as I slide down to my knees, sitting below Harry.

But suddenly the screaming stops.

I unplug my ears and open my eyes to see a pair of green ones staring back at me.

"Alex?"

I let out a sob as Harry whips under my eyes with his thumb.

"Harry.." I cover my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.

"I'm right here.."

"I'm sorry.." I whisper.

His face softens when he realizes my tear stained cheeks.

"Alex?" He asks again.

I move my hands away from my face to look at him.

I can only imagine what my makeup looks like.

"I'd never hurt you," Harry pauses.

"You know that.. Right?"

I think he was hoping I would nod,

But I didn't.

I'm not quite sure if Harry would hurt me or not.

But it sure as hell hurt when he grabbed my arm.

"Alex?"

I don't look at him.

"I'd never hurt you.."

I say nothing but stand up, brush myself off and walk upstairs.

"Al?"

As I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer to me, I quickly step into a random room upstairs, and lock the door.

"Open the door Alex, please."

Harry's knocking gets louder, but I refuse to open up.

Right now, I'm not scared he is going to hit me, its that I want to be alone.

"Alex!" His voice getting more inpatient by the moment.