Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Chloe's POV

When I wake up my head hurts. I sigh, laying it back on the bathroom wall as I try to pull myself up off the tiled floor.

My eyes sting and so does my face and my whole body feels achy and numb. The pain in my chest still hasn't gone away, I wish it would.

I grab all my things and head for the showers. Why don't they have a shower in every room?

When I walk into the steamy room it isn't busy. Closing the door behind me, I walk down the row of showers until I find one, pulling back the curtain and stepping in-hanging my clothes and towel on a hook in my shower.

I let the hot water burn my skin and numb my body even further. I let it trickle down my arms and drop down into the drain below my feet.

The soap feels so soft and calming against me as I smooth circles of it over myself.

"Chloe?" someone's voice echoes through the showers and my breathing stops. It's Andy. I know it is.

"Playing hide and seek now are we?" I can almost see his smirk as his footsteps grow. I hear a curtain being pulled back and jump out of my skin. "Am I hot or cold?" He continues.

My heart is beating so hard against my rips that it hurts and the constant thud of it in my chest is driving me mad.

I grab my towel from the hook and wrap it around myself, despite the fact that the water continues to fall on me.

I see his feet stop outside my shower curtain and I bite my tongue. The shadow of his slouched figure is visible behind the curtain.

He chuckles under his breath and the material is pulled back to reveal his sick grinning face.

Andy steps in, pulling the curtain back behind him and closing the space between us.

"You think I wouldn't find you...sweetie?" His breath is thick with alcohol and I attempt to turn my head but he doesn't let me. "You have to learn that I always get what I want. Always" he brushes his finger along my jaw line and I shudder. My knuckles have turned white as they clench tightly to my towel. "You slapped me"

"Get away from me" I say calmly but he only moves closer.

"How fucking dare you!" He shouts and I scream. His hand shoots to cover my lips and I struggle to breath. "Now lets get started" he smirks again and I whimper as his hand grips my arm, squeezing tightly and pushing me up against the wall.

He presses his chest against mine and kisses my jawline. His breathing is getting heavier and I feel tears leave my eyes as he continues to squeeze my arms tightly, his fingernails digging in to prevent any escape.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Harry grips Andys shoulders and pulls him off me. How did he..? When did he..?

Before I can think Harrys fist has collided with Andys face, again and again. Andy throws a punch back and it hits Harrys cheek, he winces but carries on.

When I see blood on Harry's fists I move foreword and try to pull him of Andy. He doesn't budge. Andys body has become almost lifeless and he doesn't try to fight back.

"Harry stop!" I scream and Harry looks at me, his angry eyes softening as he lets go of Andy who stumbles out of the shower. I blink. The shower still drops its warm water on me and I feel like I am stuck in a day dream. No. Not a dream, a surreal nightmare.