These Four Walls // H.S

Chapter Two

(Flashback)

"It's hot chocolate and cuddling on the couch or hot chocolate and cuddling on the couch." Harry says as we walk through the door. We had just gotten back from visiting Harry's family.

"I guess it hot chocolate and cuddling." I laugh. We hung out coats up and I walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on while he lit the fire and put on a movie.

"What movie, we have Love Actually or Valentines Days."

"I know you like Love Actually so, Valentines Day."

I walked into the lounge room and placed the hot chocolate on the coffee table. Harry was smiling as he sat in the couch and pulled me on top of him. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and made my way to his lips.

"What a perfect way to spend a winter night." Harry mumbled.

We cuddle on the couch, stealing kisses every now and then until the movie finished only then moving to the bedroom for more cuddles.

(Flashback Ends)

The memory of how we used to bed always hurt. I loved Harry but for him not to care like he used to makes me think he has fallen out of love and doesn't care enough to tell me. I laid in bed with Harry's arm over me, I didn't want to move in case I disturbed Harry and I didn't want that. Laying naked I started to shiver but once Harry rolled over I slid out if bed and threw in some clothes. I walked out into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Every morning I'd do the same, cook him breakfast and make him a coffee to avoid any abuse with normally didn't come until lunch time.

"Did I say you could get out if bed? Harry asked walking out if the bedroom. Great Harry woke up in the wrong side and isn't happy.

"I, I thought I'd make you breakfast." I answered. Harry shook his head and walked over to me and slapped me so hard I fell over.

"Get up, I want breakfast ready by the time I get out of the shower." Harry said with a cough. I watched him leave and quickly got up and made the normal eggs an bacon with tomatoes and mushrooms. The smell flew around the flat and started to make me feel sick. I didn't eat much, not after Harry kept calling me fat. I had lost 5 stone and you could start to see my ribs if I sat differently.

Once I made his coffee I put Harry's breakfast on the table just in time as he walked out of the bedroom with just a towel around his mid section. Once he sat down he started to eat and I watched from the kitchen drinking the yea I had made myself.

"What's your problem?" Harry said startling me. He had almost put his hands through the glass table. "Huh? Aly I've given you everything and it's just not good enough."

"Harry I, I don't have a problem."

"Why are you acting like your afraid of me."

"Because Harry, you've given me a reason to be afraid of you." Was all I said. Tears streamed down my face, that had been the most I would have said to him all at once.

Harry got up from his chair and walked over to me. I started to shake at his touch. When he wrapped his arms around me I soften, his scent was amazing and he hadn't been this gentle in a long time. But as soon as I let my guard down, Harry gripped my hair and threw my into the bedroom. As I fell to the floor more tears escaped as I watched him grab his clothes and shut the door, only the sound of the lock and my cries fill the room.

I crawled into the corner and hugged my knees as I listened to Harry smash things in the kitchen. After it being quiet for a good ten minutes I started to grow weak. I climbed onto the bed and waited for sleep to over take me.