Btw I picture Harry looking like him in the story of my life video for this scene. I have no idea why...lol! Enjoy!! xx
***Melanie's P.O.V***
Pain doesn't even begin to explain how my body felt right now. Although it was now morning, and birds were chirping outside, my body still ached.
Agony. That was closer, but not quite there.
Pure bitter crippling torture Is how I felt. My body was burning, and everything ached.
Every inch of my body felt like a lighted match was held to the skin, sizzling away at my flesh. My eyes watered as I lay motionless and broken, inside and out.
"Last night was fucking amazing. I knew I could make you feel good." Harry triumphed.
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Good? That was the most painful torture I've ever been through!"
"Mel, we both know I'm capable of inflicting much more pain than that." Harry smirked.
"You're proud of this? You're proud you've caused me shear agony?" I gasped, glaring at him, with so much hatred it consumed me, eating away at my insides.
"I'm proud you finally learnt your lesson, yes." Harry replied, causing my blood to boil.
"I hope it was fucking worth it, worth earning my eternal hatred and the hope that I'll be there when you take your last pathetic breath!" I bellowed
I was expecting him to yell and scream at me, hit me even, but he didn't. He just looked away, unable to look me in the eye. I had hit a soft spot on him, now I needed to destroy him.
"I hope you enjo-" I stopped mid sentence, feeling acid to burn in the back of my throat, forcing it's was up.
Harry glanced at me and must have noticed, because he eyes widened and he quickly removed my cuffs.
I instantly shot up, and sprinted to the door to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and heaved my guts out. Harry surprisingly held my hair back for me, and I emptied all of my stomachs contents. My throat was no burning as the acid fluid left my mouth, leaving a rotten taste. Although my body still ached, my mind was currently occupied.
"Good girl." Harry cooed as I gasped for air, feeling breathless from my vomiting. I took in long deep breathes, recovering from my episode, my stomach still feeling like it was tied in knots.
"Let's get you some water." Harry suggested, but first he grabbed a hair tie, tying my hair up into a pony tail. I sighed, Harry dragging me by my arm, down the steps into the kitchen. Harry placed me on the stool, "don't move." he threatened, before grabbing a glass of water, and handing it to me.
"Uh..thanks." I muttered, grabbing the glass and chugging it down, eager to remove the vile taste from my mouth.
"Somebody had it a bit too rough last night, huh?" Harry winked.
I groaned at his comment. "And whose fault is that?" I spat.
"Your very welcome sweetheart." Harry smirked, dimples and all.
"I hate you." I grumbled, burying my head in my hands.
"What was that?" Harry growled, making it perfectly clear that if I repeated it, I would regret it, and my body was in no way ready for anything like last night.
"Nothing! Nothing!" I gushed, eyed widened slightly, causing Harry to chuckled, impressed with his authority.
"That's what I thought princess," he smirked, "That's what I thought."
