Harry's pov
I almost got caught by Jamie once or twice but I make some excuse. I didn't want her knowing what I've been resulting too. Her parents dislike for me and everything I overheard them say kept sworming my mind. I was still scared Jamie would take there advice and leave me. It's been driving me nuts so I've been drinking a bit to feel numb and to forget.
I took a couple swigs when Jamie wasn't around. Sometimes she'd pop in after I've drank some and smelt it on my breathe. I told her it must be something I ate but I don't know how much I can keep from getting to me.
"Hey Harry, so I was hoping we could go somewhere today" she says looking up at me. I mentally slap myself. I had 3 beers last hour, I can't drive "if you drive" I say trying to sound like I'm teasing "I'm not in the driving mood" she says shaking her head. "Then maybe we should stay here?" I suggest "why? Did you get your license taken?" She asks getting up from laying on my chest but I gently pull her back "no I got it. I'm just not into driving either. How about we watch a movie instead? You choose" I offer even though I rarely do. Jamie's into girly movies that drive me insane but I had to make some excuse to not get behind the wheel in my state. "Ok, I'll go choose" she says pecking my lips and going to find a movie. Thankfully she doesn't notice the faint smell of alcohol. I don't know how or when I tell her. I don't have a drinking problem. I have just been using it as easing therapy. Thinking of it made me want to have another. So I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with some. I could pass it off as Coke. It looked like Coke. But sure didn't smell like it. I gotta resolve this soon
Jamie's POV
I chose a cute movie where love over runs opinion. The movie reminded me of the situation with my parents not liking Harry because the movie was about a girl who was in love with a boy her parents despised. I liked the movie but Harry seemed tense and would drink out of his cup non stop. I thought he just liked the drink but I felt a little curious when Harry start to fumble with beneath my shirt. I pushed his hand away, not wanting to be touched at the moment but he would put it back. "Harry knock it off"I tell Harry. He pounts and groans "loosen up will you?" He says making me sit up to look at him. "Excuse me?" "Just let loose a little. I mean I'm your boyfriend. So if I wanna put my hand here" he puts it over my heart. "Or here" he puts his hand on my thigh "I should" he suggests and I slap his hands. "Well, don't" I differ standing up. He gets a playful smile on his face and grabs my bum. "Hey! Watch the hands!" I scold. "Calm down Jamie. Don't be so tense" he says while standing to tower me. "Don't touch me" I say when he puts his hand on my shoulder. I try getting his hand off me. But he won't budge. What's wrong with him? Suddenly his grip tightens and his finger digs into my pressure point. I helplessly drop to my knees trying to escape his grip. I look at his eyes and there emotionless dark green. "What's wrong with you!" I ask trying to fight back tears from the pain "your hurting me" I whimper. I knew by his grip I would have a hand bruise on my shoulder. After being on my knees for a few moments, Harry let's go and storms out the house. I didn't care where he was going at the moment. I couldn't move my shoulder. I suddenly heard the door open I cowered, scared it was Harry coming back to hurt me. But it was Niall. He rushed over when he saw me on the ground fighting back tears. "Are you ok?!" He asks concerned "I don't know" I answer "what happened? Your shoulder is forming a bruise" he says examining it "Harry started feeling me up then when I rejected it, he gripped the hell out of my shoulder" I explain. He nods understanding "I was coming over to tell Harry something but I saw him storm out,without you. So I knew something happened" he explained. I couldn't fight the tears anymore and I started to sob. Niall hugged me and let me cry into his shoulder. The guy I loved just hurt me. That stings. "You can come to my house until your feeling better enough" he says making me feel better. I smile "thanks" I say before following him out to the car. I needed to get away for a little bit, possibly fix my shoulder because it feels pretty out of shape. What happened to Harry?
