Cute as a Button - Harry Styles

Chapter 8 ~ The right decision?

Lydia's POV:

Do you still love me?' I ask.

Please say yes I think please say yes.

'Good, cause I love you too.'

Iheard the words leave his lips and I felt a tingle all over my body. I knew it, we had to be together, it was the right thing, wasn't it?

'So are we okay?' He questioned his eyes full of sadness.

'Yeah babe, we're okay' I smiled and it was returned with a bigger grin from his showing his perfect white teeth.

'I'll go wash up and you relax, okay babe?' he said and went over to the sink and started washing up, planting a soft kiss on my cheek before he took my plate.

I wondered over to the living room, the feeling of his lips still remained on my cheek, I sat on the sofa and my thoughts returned to Lizzie.

I was still on shock as I went over the details Harry told me in my mind. I can't believe Lizzie would do this, especially to someone as sweet and caring as Harry...who could hurt that gorgeous curly haired boy?

I mentally slapped myself for thinking of Harry like that, I was with Ryan and he loved me.

I checked my phone and saw 12 missed calls from Lizzie, probably wanting to explain herself, what could she say?

I knew she treated guys like dirt but never to this extreme before, poor Harry. I deleted the calls before typing a quick message to Harry...

Hey :) I hope your okay and please don't worry about Lizzie...I mean Paige. I'll try and talk to her. Thanks for lunch :) Lydz xx

I put my phone on the side and went to have a shower. It had been a long day but it felt good to be home with Ryan. Back to normal, I jumped in the shower letting the warm water run over my tense muscles, relaxing them.

About 15mins later I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out of the steamy bathroom, I walked over to the wardrobe and picked out some little pajama shorts and big comfy t-shirt.

I felt a pair of strong arms wrap round me, 'Ryaannn' I giggled, "I'm getting changed!" He smirked and said "maybe you should get undressed then" he grinned before leaning closer to me.

His soft hands cupping my face, softly touching my cheeks with his fingertips.
His lips crashed against mine and I could feel the passion and emotion behind that kiss. He pushed harder and I tried to return it.

Suddenly images of Ryan doing this with another girl filled my head, Ryan caressing another girl, someone else seeing the lust in his eyes. And then the face of a curly haired boy was in my head. I couldn't get rid of the images, they were drowning me.

I pulled away from Ryan shaking my head, the image of Harry fading but the ones of Ryan were clear and focused.

"I-I'm sorry Ryan, I can't.." My voice shook and I turned and ran out of the room leaving him standing there.

"Lydia, what are you doing?" I heard him call.

We have a little balcony off our hallway overlooking the street, it's my favourite place to think. I opened the door and stepped out welcoming the cool evening air.

I sat their and thought over what just happened. Why couldn't I kiss Ryan? I was with him again. What was I doing thinking of Harry? I know he was kind to me but I barely know him, Ryan I've known for over 2years. Yet Ryan betrayed me, he knew how much I trusted him but didn't think about giving all that up for one night if fun.

I think over all the time it took for Ryan and I too give ourselves to each other and he just threw it away like it was nothing to someone else. That hurt, I fell for him so hard, did the care? Tears formed in the corners of eyes, all the emotions of pain and betrayal rushing back.

The thoughts raced around my head like angry wasps, each one stinging more than the last. Especially the ones about Lizzie. I sat there for hours trying to sort out the drama that had become my life.

I must have fallen asleep outside because I woke up in my bed, but the bed was empty otherwise. Where was Ryan?

I checked my phone, it was 3am. I turned over and over trying to sleep but failing, my thoughts returning to Ryan every time. Where had he gone? Eventually I gave in and went downstairs to get a glass of water.

I went downstairs and flicked on the light switch to see Ryan slumped at the table, his eyes bloodshot.

"What are you doing Ryan?" I asked kindly, "are you okay?" even though I was confused about my feelings for Ryan, I still cared for him. Deeply.

I walked over the sink and turned the tap on. I noticed the empty vodka bottle lying on the floor and another in his hand. A sick feeling crept into my stomach.

"You don't love me." He stated emotionlessly. "You can't even kiss me. You're a bitch who can't kiss me." He sneered.

"What, Ryan course I do.." I trailed off when he looked at me.

"Come here" Ryan commanded. His voice was harsh. I'd never heard it like that before. My legs had carried me towards him before I could register.

"What do you want Ryan?" I asked quietly. His eyes looked wild and angry and his features were locked and tight. I didn't recognise him, he frightened me.

I stood next to his chair at the table. He looked up at me then abruptly stood up causing me to flinch.

He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him. His breath stank of alcohol and he couldn't stand up properly because of all the drink. He put his hands on my arms and squeezed them. It hurt.

My face must have given away my fear. "Are you scared Lydsssss" he said nastily emphasising the 's' on my name. He bent his head down and pushed his lips onto mine, forcing themselves down on to me, he backed me up against the kitchen wall and I gasped as my back hit the wall. He took the opportunity to force his tongue to meet mine and increased the force of the kiss. I couldn't breath.

His mouth tasted disgusting, alcohol, bitter and strong. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. I couldn't hide my fear and tears fell down my face. He looked wild and dangerous and slightly evil as he smiled when I pushed him away and moved away from the wall.

"Want to be a naughty and play Lydia, that's okay with me..." He smirked and took big strides towards me, I started stepping backwards afraid of the man I thought I loved.

I tripped and fell over onto my bum and I saw Ryan laugh. How had I never seen this Ryan before? Fear constricted my throat and I couldn't speak as my stomach churned. "St-o-p Ryan please." I choked.

He chuckled again and when I tried to get up he pushed back to the floor and crouched over me, he leaned to kiss me again and whispered, "don't fight me Lydia, you'll only regret it." He smirked and put his hands on my chest. I couldn't think straight, tears were blurring my vision. Instinctively I saw him bend closer and kicked him as hard as I could in the balls. He keeled over, crying out in pain.

I stumbled up and ran to my phone and out of the door, not once looking back. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I would die. I stepped out of the door into the icy air of London nights. My sobs were choking my throat and I couldn't breath. I sat on the curb and tried to calm myself down.

I couldn't believe what had happened? Ryan was meant to love and protect me. He was evil, he tried to hurt me. I pulled out my phone and called the only person who I trusted right now.

Harry.

"Hello..." I sobbed.

(A/n Hey babies, I'm sorry if you shipped Rydia or Lyan;) but that's the way the cookie crumbles...at least she has a chance with someone else now ;) LOVE YOU ALL AND MY APOLOGIES TO PHAMKINS;) xxxxx)