***Melanie's P.O.V***
It's safe to say I had little, to no sleep that night. I spent my time either freaking out about the baby growing inside of me, and thinking about Harry. Not in a good way either.
I hated Harry for all the pain he had caused me. The suffering and sadness. More than anything, I hated that I was stuck here with him. Harry was so possessive and controlling and rough, yet whenever he looked at me, his eyes held such love and adoration, it was hard to believe it was the same man the had laid his ruthless hands on me.
Harry claimed that he wasn't heartless, and he just doesn't know how to control me, but that proves how messed up he is. If you love somebody, you don't feel the need to control them. You give them freedom, you love and care for them, make them smile and laugh, and you never, ever hurt them. Something Harry seems to be rather good at too.
I feared for the baby inside me so much. Like my stomach was churning, filled up with worry and concern, which the poor baby could be drowning in, feeling every inch of anxiety I was feeling.
I spent the majority of the night staring at the roof, thinking and worrying. I could tell you that there are seventy wooden planks on the roof, and on each plank in four nails, holding the miserable place in tact, preventing any light from entering this darkness.
"Have a good sleep sweetie?" Harry asked, walking in with a tray full of food. The smell over-whelmed me, the sweet smell of waffles, along with that, a small bowl of strawberries, and a glass of orange juice.
"Yes, nothing like a comfy old mattress and being chained to it with cuffs to put you into a blissful slumber." I mocked.
"Well you'll be sleeping with me tonight baby, so I'm sure you'll have a great sleep." Harry smirked.
"I'll take me chances here." I answered a little to quickly, causing Harry to glare at me.
"You'll be sleeping with me." Harry repeated, confirming it.
I let out a sigh as Harry bossed me around yet again. He strolled across the room, pulling up a chair and sat the tray on his lap.
"I made you some breakfast. You're eating for two now, so you need to eat more." Harry explain, lifting the fork to my mouth.
"How do I know there isn't any drugs in that?" I asked.
"By the knowledge that my love for you and our child would never dream of drugging you" Harry retailiated.
"The same way you'd never hur-" i stopped mid sentence as Harry scowled at me, giving me enough warning that finishing that sentence wouldn't be very wise.
"Good idea." Harry smirked when I clamped my mouth shut, not finishing my remark. "Now open up your mouth." Harry ordered
"I can eat by myself." I mumbled.
"I know you can, but i'm trying to be nice here, so just co-operate." Harry bit back.
I huffed, but obliged, opening my mouth. "Good girl." Harry hummed, raising the fork to my mouth.
After God only knows how long, Harry had literally force fed me all of the food, and made my drink as well, despite the fact that I felt like I was going to explode. I hope the baby bloody enjoyed all that food, because I'm suffering for it right now.
"You know...Harry began. "People say that the baby can hear you when you speak to it. And that singing helps soothe the baby." Harry smiled, looking at my stomach.
"And..." I grumbled.
"I want to sing to it. I want my baby to know it's father is here, waiting to hold it in his arms." he whispered.
I was caught off guard my Harry's sudden mood swing. He seemed so hypnotized by me and the baby. His eyes sparkles but not with lust, with love. He genuinely looked like a nice guy, it's a shame he's stone on the inside. He actually was rather good looking when he wasn't causing tears to blur my vision.
Harry lowered his head to my stomach, and began to sing softly.
"You're red string, tied to my finger, A little love letter I carry with me. You're sunlight. Smoke rings and cigarettes. Outlines and kisses from silver screens. Oh, dear,never saw you coming. Oh, my. Look what you have done. You're my favorite song. Always on the tip of my tongue"
Harry's eyes continuously flickered from my to my stomach, singing the soft words. I looked away, not wanting to fall Harry's sweet voice. It really was angelic, something that could sing you to sleep, but I would never admit that to Harry. Ever.
"You own me with whispers like poetry. Your mouth is a melody I memorize. Mmm, so sweet I hear it echo everwhere I go. Day and night"
Harry stopped singing and looked up at me. "You do know I care deeply about you, right Mel?" he whispered.
"So you keep saying.." I scoffed.
"I do. I really do, I'm just really bad at showing it." he admitted.
"I'm not arguing on that." I mocked.
"Now there's a first!" Harry laughed.
"Shush!" I laughed. I had to stop myself, shocked that I had actually laughed and smiled with Harry. With the devil.
"You have a beautiful smile and laugh, Melanie." Harry smiled. "I wish I could see and hear it more often."
"So do I..." I mumbled.
"You can." Harry whispered, stroking my cheek softly.
"No I can't. Not here." I sighed.
"Why?" Harry raied his voice slightly. "Why can't you stop assuming I'm going to be a dick, and actually give me a chance?" Harry challenged.
"I did, Harry. You blew it. I can't see you as a nice person." I replied honestly.
"You can't see it, because you won't open your eyes." Harry bit back.
"Why should I?" I scoffed. "You only ever cause me pain."
"Because...fuck, just because I love you, and nothing hurts more than the person you love, hate you! I know I hurt you, but nothing compares to what I feel!" Harry yelled.
"You think?!" I laughed bitterly.
"I know!" Harry growled.
"Prove it." I stated bluntly. I didn't yell, or scowl. My tone held no anger, as I was honestly asking. How could he hurt more than me.
"As you wish." Harry hissed.
Harry pulled down his jeans quickly, and I scoffed, looking away.
"Here is your proof!" Harry scowled.
I glared at Harry, and my eyes fell towards his thighs. My eyed widened in shock, mouth hanging open. All up Harrys thighs were long, red marks. Some old scars, and some fresh, only starting to scab.
"This is the pain you have caused me."
