End of the Day - harlena DISCONTINUED

Chapter 14

Katherine's pov

It's been about three days since Harry left for New York and I'd gotten three texts so far, telling me his plane was lifting and about it landing safely in New York, the final text was him talking about how he dreaded all the interviews they would have.

I was back in mine and Aidan's apartment cleaning because of how I've been slacking in that department. It needed to be vacuumed badly and so thats what I did this day.

My mind was going wild whilst I cleaned trying to get them to stop, there was way too many thoughts consumed inside my head at the moment.

When I finally stopped cleaning and turned off the vacuum machine Aidan walked out of our bedroom scratching his neck.

"Finally you're done, I thought it would never end" He groaned angrily and went into the kitchen whilst I put away the cleaning supplies into the storage in our hallway.

Now the time was nearing two in the afternoon and I started working in half an hour. I haven't been at work in a while due to my parents visit and me saying I was sick when in reality I was lazy and didn't dare leave Aidan.

I loved my job, but he did not.

As a barista slash bartender you got a lot of numbers during the night and looks which Aidan didn't enjoy. As soon as another man was looking at me, I got hurt because I had "revealing" clothes on.

"I'm leaving now" I said into the apartment, I pulled on my white coat and white converse as I said it and soon I felt a presence near me.

"When are you coming back?" Aidan asked and I could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"I don't know, Aidan... You know it could go late..." I carefully said while grabbing my keys from the bowl on the table in the hallway.

"Tell me a time so I know when to expect you" He growled and I felt my heart beat rapidly against my chest out of fright.

"I-I said I-I don't kn..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before I was pushed roughly up against the wall making my lungs choke so I couldn't breath properly for a few seconds.

"And I said I wanted a time. Is that so fucking hard to tell me?!" He shouted in my face and I had to look away from his fearful eyes.

I can't believe I used to love those eyes...

Soon a sharp pain to my cheek was felt and a hard smacking sound making my head fly to the side. My hand went to soothe it the moment it had happened and I felt the tears almost starting to roll down my cheeks.

"Fucking look at me you pathetic bitch" He growled and I forced myself to look up at him.

"I said I don't know! You don't own me!" I was angry, angry at him, at myself and angry that he dared to lay a hand on me.

Thats the last thing I remember before it went black in front of my eyes.

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Waking up felt worse than every hangover ever. My eyes felt sore and opening them was such an effort. When I looked around I saw white walls, a table with some papers on it and a chair next to me.

I heard a faint blipping sound coming from my right side and looked there and I saw a monitor...

I was in a hospital...

Oh god.

Suddenly a woman walked into the room looking down at a chart with papers studying something on there, a nurse.