Killer Love (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Seven Nightmare

There he was standing in front of me with a long knife in his hand and a wicked grin on his face.

"Gonna kill me?" I smiled a bloodied and toothy grin. I was defeated my body pleaded my brain for the pain to stop, but I couldn't give up.

"Oh this?" he gestured to the knife he held, "This is not for you it's for him."

He spun my chair around to face Dante, my boyfriend.

"No, no, no! Leave Dante out of this! He has nothing to do with this!" I screamed at him. His white teeth blinding, taunting.

"You want to leave him out of this?" he laughed. "I don't think so, you left me and you said I don't deserve you, and if I don't no one does."

He stabbed Dante right shoulder and blood oozed it's way out. Dante cried out in pain and bit his lip to keep from crying.

"NO!" I screamed. He cut a gash below his collar bone. "Stop!" Another stab to his left shoulder and he twisted the knife to make it more painful. "DAMMIT I SAID STOP!" I screamed and kicked.

"This is the price you pay sweetheart." If looks could kill his would've killed me within milliseconds. He looked so angry and heartbroken. I felt bad until I remembered where I was and what he was doing. He swiped the knife above Dante's cheek bone close to his eye. Dante didn't wince, but I did and cried for him.

"Stop it! You're going to kill him!" I screamed as he stabbed Dante in the stomach twice.

"Don't you get it sweetheart, that's the point." He smiled wickedly and it chilled me to the core. Dante mouthed I love you before he stabbed him right in the heart. Dante's body fell limp and I was sobbing.

"No, no, no. Chase I love you, please come back to me. No, Dante. P-please." I pleaded.

"He's gone, sweetheart. You're mine." He whispered into my ear.

"No!!!" I woke up screaming and crying just as my door opened and someone rushed in wrapping their strong arms around me. They rocked me back and forth calming me down. It took me until I was no longer sobbing to realize that it was Harry's arms that held me. I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly with his raspy voice and it made my heart flutter. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find the words so I just closed my mouth and nodded instead. He reluctantly unwrapped his arms from me and I laid back down in bed. He got up to go and I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked back at me.

"Don't go." My voice was barely audible. He nodded clearly hearing me and climbed in next to me. He looked unsure of what to do so I scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I looked up and meet his glowing emeralds. I shook my head no and nuzzled into his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head before humming some tune that I didn't recognize. I slowly fell asleep to that unknown tune and Harry's steady heartbeat.

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Harry's POV

I shot up I my bed because of someone screaming. It couldn't be guy and the only girl was... Scarlet. Oh my god Scarlet! I bolted out of bed and swung open the door to the room I was in.

"No!" I heard her scream again. It was more of a plead than a scream.

"Stop it!" Scarlett's voice was louder.

"You're going to kill him!!" Her voice was behind the double doors in front of me. I pushed open the doors to her massive over sized room. She was squirming in the bed mumbling things that I couldn't understand. Just as she jolted up from the nightmare I wrapped my arms around her carefully. I rocked her back in forth in hopes to calm her down and stop her sobbing. I looked over at her clock that hung on the wall and realized it was only 3:12 A.M.

"Are you okay?" I looked down at the girl in my arms that had tears streaking her face and bloodshot eyes. She opened her mouth but then closed it and nodded. I pulled away even though I didn't want to. I got up to go back to my room. I was secretly wishing she would pulled me back in bed with her.

"Don't go." I almost didn't hear her, but I nodded and climbed back in bed with her. I really didn't know what to do until she scooted closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. I started humming a song my mum used to sing to me when I was a kid. I did that until I fell asleep with this beautiful girl in my arms. Paul had told us that even though she was quite pretty, which is understatement, to not try anything with her. He said she had a messed up past that still affects her now, but I couldn't help it. When she looked at me with those beautiful gray amber eyes I felt weak in the knees. She had the smile and laugh of an angel. She was so beautiful and she looked innocent even with her tattoos. I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but I couldn't help it. She was interesting, something new, and I wanted her.