Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

"Hello?" I answered walking into the kitchen and closing the patio door behind me.

"Hey, Alee. It's Liam." His tone was very different than usual, he sounded a bit down.

Not that I cared.

"Yeah, I know. What do you want?" I sat down on the kitchen chair and began to draw with my finger tip on the marble counter top.

"Nothing just um, just checking up on you." He said and sighed.

"Okay? Well, is that it?"

"Can you just talk to me without getting an attitude?" He asked beginning to get annoyed.

"You call me knowing I don't want to talk to you, how did you expect me to act? Like I'm fine with you and that everything is okay?" I heard his breathing, but he wasn't talking.

Typical of him. He would get mad at me for nothing. I had always been a good girlfriend to him, I had always been so sweet and loving towards him and he couldn't even return the simple favor.

"Can I come over?" He asked ignoring the question. I shook my head and stood up walking up to the patio door.

I absolutely hated when he did that. It was like he believed everything had to come out the way he wanted it to. He wanted everything to happen according to his plans, he never gave a shit about me or my needs. He was selfish and still is and the more he talked to me the more angier I got. He knew I didn't want him back in my life, he knew I didn't want to have anything to do with him yet there he was calling me asking if he could come over like everything is fine. It maked my blood boil.

"No, Liam. Don't call m--"

"I just want to talk to you. Please? Alee, please?" He begged. I've never heard him beg before...He sounded so desperate and in need; but I thought it was probably just one of his tricks and I refused to fall for it.

I looked out the window and both Zayn and Ava were looking at me waiting for me to come back out. I rubbed the frustration off my forehead and began to take deep breaths to try and calm me.

"Why?" I wasn't considering letting him come over obviously, I was just curious as to why he wanted to.

"I want to talk.." He finally replied.

"About?" I began to slowly walk back and forth biting on my thumb nail.

"Us."

"Liam, there is no us anymore." I said frustrated and throwing my hands up.

"But I want there to be!" He confessed yelling into the phone.

"You're joking? right?" I sarcastically laughed. "You're kidding, right!" I yelled as my laughter vanished. "Liam, I don't want to be around you or anywhere near me! Do you not realize what you did to me?!" I yelled into the phone. That wasn't the time to talk; there shouldn't have even been a time to do that.

"Aleevonne, I'm begging you, please." The please came out as a whisper and for a second I felt bad, but I stood my ground. "Ten minutes, just give me ten minutes and I'll explain myself an--"

"Explain what? What's there to explain? If you think you're going to come over and convince me that you're better now you need to think again Liam, because I'm done with you!" I shouted overwhelmed and hung up.

Without wasting another second, I ran upstairs into the room and slammed the door shut behind me, kicking it hard and throwing myself on the bed. I lied down and buried my face into the pillow and cried.

I cried because I was angry, not because I was sad. I cried because I hated myself; I hated what I did for him, I hated that I spent everyday with him and allowed him play me like a toy and control me like some damn puppet. I cried because I kept going back to him after he would hurt me, after he'd hit me and throw me around like a plastic doll and act as if he did nothing wrong, I cried crying because he didn't know. He walked around all day with no worries or cares, not stressing and going through depression like I was, I cried myself to sleep every night, I did so much for him and he treated me like shit. But I always came back and that was eating me alive; the fact that I went back and could've saved myself six months of pure pain and fear. I was afraid of him and what he was capable of and I still am and the more I replayed everything in my head the more I broke.