Guys I went to One Direction's concert last night!!! It was amazing! Their voices are beautiful live, and they are so cute! Niall's laugh almost killed me!! AH! And 5SOS opened for them, and they were awesome! Best night ever!!
***Melanie's P.O.V***
"Melanie."
"Mel."
"Baby!"
I let out a groan and rolled over on my side, trying to block out the voice of Harry nagging me. I wasn't in the mood to talk right now.
The truth is, I don't want to talk to Harry. I know that he saved me from CJ and Justin, but that doesn't mean I magically think Harry is a good person.Harry was responsible for making my life hell, and I couldn't forget that.Ever. I hated Harry for what he had done, and I always will. He had killed Kendall, kidnapped me, and took away...
"Charlie?" My eyes snapped open, scanning the room him.
"Mel" Harry sighed. I felt his large hand land on my shoulder, but I ignored it, wanting to find Charlie. I needed to talk to him, talk about everything. Harry would have to wait.
"Where is he?" I asked, now looking towards Harry. Something flashed through his eyes, but I couldn't really decipher what it was. Guilt?
"He's...gone. He left." he answered.
My eyes widened and I shook my head, refusing to believe the words that just left Harry's mouth. Charlie wouldn't leave me. Not again. He just got here. We wouldn't, he shouldn't, he couldn't!
"No!" I cried. "You're lying! Where is he?!"
I was shocked when sadness flooded Harry's face, looking at me with pain in his eyes. "Mel" he whispered. "I'm so, so sorry." he whispered. He shuffled forward on the bed, so his chest was pressed into my back, arms wrapping around my waist.
"No" I whimpered. "He can't just leave me again." I bit my bottom lip, refusing to let anymore tears fall from my eyes. I had cried too many times since Harry knocked on my door, and I can't cry again.
I felt Harry's soft lips press on my shoulder, kissing me a few times, before moving up my neck, my cheeks, and the corner of my mouth. Oddly enough, his soft, gentle touch of his lips calmed and soothed me, so I could blink away the tears from falling.
"I know baby girl" he cooed. "I know it hurts. I'm sorry. I promise, I'm going to take care of you Mel. I promise you." he comforted me.
I meekly nodded my head, not wanting to speak, thinking my voice would fail me. Part of my felt so pained that he left, like he has taken my entire life with him, but part of me knew it was for the best. I had always been angered by Charlie leaving, and if I had been given time to talk to him, I would have made that clear. In saying that, I've always missed him terribly, and just wanted to see his smile again, and hear his laugh. His sweet, charming laugh. But that's the problem though. If I had the time. If. I hadn't been given the time too. He had left me, AGAIN, without a goodbye, and that was what killed me.
"He left me again." I whispered, unsure If I was upset or angry. Possibly both.
"I know he did sweetie. But I'm not going to make that same mistake. I'm not going to leave you. I'll always be with you. I'm not going to leave your side." Harry mumbled into my shoulder, kissing it after every third word.
"Why?" I asked. "Why don't you leave me alone? Why do you want me so badly?" I demanded.
"Because I love you." he confessed. "I'm head over heels in love with you."
"You don't love me." I protested.
"Yes I do." he defended.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Ugh! No! You don't love me Harry!" I yelled. "How could you love me? You don't know me! You don't love me, and if you did, you'd let me go!" I fumed.
"Dammit Melanie!" Harry growled, pulling me into his chest so hard, I fell backwards. Harry wasted no time in getting on top of me, straddling me, and pinning my wrists above my head. Fear coursed through my body again, as I was in the hands of Harry, and I knew all to well what he was capable of.
"What have I told you about watching your tone with me?!" he growled, his faces inches from mine, causing shivers to run up my spine.
"Not t-to y-yell at you" I whimpered in fear, and pain from his harsh grip on my wrists.
"Good girl" he snarled. "I know you don't think I love you, but I do" he growled.
"o-okay" I mumbled, hoping he would let me go, but it was no such luck.
"Tell me you love me too, Melanie" he whispered in my ear.
"Wh-what? I cant-Harry...I..no" I stuttered. I know I had to obey him, but I couldn't say what Harry wanted me to. I couldn't say I love him. That thought felt like a knife being plunged into my gut, getting twisted around, and left there.
"Say it" he rasped, leaning forward, no his nose was against mine, and his lips brushed mine with every word he spoke.
"Harry..please, don't" I begged.
"No. I want to hear you say those three little words." he whispered, lips curling into a sick grin.
"Harry...I" I trembled, fear burning within me, all while Harry smirked down at me, waiting for my answer.
""C'mon baby. Tell me" he urged, kissing me on the nose.
"I...I love you" I whispered. I felt defeat wash through me, yet Harry still didn't seem pleased. Apparently a broken, defeated girl wasn't enough for him.
"Louder baby. Say it louder" he cooed.
I mentally groaned how he played the superior role on me. I knew he was the alpha, and he would always win, but his sick little games just pissed me off.
"I love you" I repeated louder this time, causing his smirk to grow even more. Sick bastard.
"I dunno babe, I can't quite hear you.." he laughed, enjoying the moment, while I was going through agonizing torture.
I didn't want to say it any louder, but I knew I had to to get him off me, and to leave me alone. I know that if I disobey him it would make things worse.
"Harry, I love you!" I shouted, letting out a pained sigh afterwards. Harry smiled down at me, dimples and all, looking rather smug.
"Aww, thanks sweetie! I love you too!" he then pressed his lips to mine, but I didn't respond, laying utterly still below him.
"You know what motto I'm a FIRM believer in?" Harry asked, emphasising the word 'firm'. Oh no. Did I really want to know? No doubt it would be disgusting and perverted. I didn't plan on answering, until he tightened his grip on my wrists, causing a whimper of pain to fall from my trembling lips.
"What motto?" I asked, giving in. Harry leaned forward, his intense green eye blazing with lust as moved his lips to my ear, placing a kiss below my earlobe, before whispering words in my ear, that made my gut twist.
"Words will be just words, till you bring them to life"
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