Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 33

"What did you just say?" he asked balling his fists and stepping closer to me.

"N--nothing, nothing." I began to walk backwards with wide eyes. My voice was dry from the yelling and it came out cracking while he gritted his teeth.

"What the fuck did I tell you?" he growled in rage.

"I didn't me--"

"Shut up!" spit flew from his mouth and his neck turned blood red as he clenched his jaw trying to control his rising temper, "do you even know me?" he asked as he stalked me like his prey.

"I didn't mean it Harry, I swear! I'm sorry!" from the fear I could feel the tears beginning to form and the lump in my throat began to grow bigger and bigger. His chest was rising and falling rapidly while his eyes remained sewed on to mine.

"I'm nothing like him--"

"I know you're not" I interrupted taking a step closer to him.

"Don't talk while I'm talking..." he said pointing at me, "if I wanted to hurt you like he did, I would've already done it. If I wanted to hit you or slap you, I would've had you down by now, IF.." he shouted stepping directly in front of me so that our toes were touching, "I wanted to cause you pain and hurt you beyond numbness," he stopped talking and slightly bent down so that his face was in direct contact with mine, "your life would be worse then hell right now." his lips formed a straight line as he stared into my eyes, "And you know damn fucking well I'm capable of doing it." the words sent rapid chills down my spine and goosebumps up on my arms, "But I would never do that. Why? Because I love you. He doesn't love you." he reminded through his thick accent that only held rage and frustration, "I love you...me, not him. I'd rather act like the devil then act like him, don't ever tell me that shit again." he pulled away and kicked the coffee table making it fall over. I flinched at the loud thud it made against the ground.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered covering my face and crying into them. He paced back and forth and his breathing was increasing by the second.

"Stop fucking crying, stop crying!" he yelled, "you're always crying! Just stop!" he marched up to me and grabbed my wrist to pull my hands away and held both my wrists in his one hand as the other lifted my chin, "stop crying." he said calmly, "stop." he said again waiting for me to cease.

"I--I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking when I said that." I stuttered, "I know you're nothing like him, I'm sorry."

I've never been so scared of him like that. I've never seen him so angry and full of rage. I never thought I'd feel this way with him; after all the promises he made to never scare or make me cry, I didn't expect that. I only felt this way when I was with Liam and Harry promised to never make me feel that way, but he did. My hands began to shake from the expanding fear and I couldn't control myself.

"Why are you shaking?" he asked watching my weak wrist shake in his grip.

"I don't know, I--don't know." I closed my eyes and began to take deep breaths. He released his hand from my wrists to bring it up to my face and I flinched.

"Wh--" his eye brows furrowed together and eyes widened, "what was that? You thought I was going to hit you?" he asked taking a step back.

"I thou--"

"No, no." he cut me off shaking his head, "I would never." he reassured, "I was going to wipe your tears away." he told me as his eyes held regret, "Alee, I'm sorry I didn't mean to.." he cupped my face but I grabbed his wrists to pull them away.

"It's okay." I whispered.

Here we go again. Him yelling and making me cry, then him apologizing and wanting to kiss me thinking it would make it all better. I know it was my fault for saying that but he should learn how to control his tempter; around me at least.