Addicted

Chapter 12

Belle P.O.V

I glanced around the room, letting a small sigh leave my lips. Harry was so kind to me and all I could ever do was bitch and moan at the poor boy. I mean, let's face it, my life really isn't that hard. People have it worse than me all around the world. It's time I sucked it up.

I stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser, glancing at myself in the mirror. I looked like hell.

I opened a few of the drawers and grabbed myself some sweats and a white tee shirt that I found.

Slowly, I took off my shirt and frowned when I looked at myself in the mirror. Bruises covered my torso completely, reminding me of how much of a fuck up I was. I quickly covered myself back up with the new white tee shirt and then stripped out of my bottoms and changed into the new sweats.

Once I finished changing I walked over to the bed and laid down, rubbing my hands over my face with a sigh that was probably over dramatic.

Sleep would probably be the best solution for everything right now.

I curled up on myself under the blankets and closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing so I could fall asleep faster. Soon, my eyes became heavy and my breathing evened out as I feel into an almost too comfortable sleep.

*Flashback*

"Belle honey, what are you doing?" She speaks as she walks into the room.

"I wanna be a big girl like you mummy!" I cheered, turning around to face her with bold red lips and blush covering my entire face. I heard my mum laugh lightly, shaking her head.

"I think you're putting it on wrong." She smiled and sat down next to me, grabbing a wet towelette and wiping some of the make up off of my face. I closed my eyes and puffed a little.

"I was doing it like you do." I whined and crossed my arms over my chest. "I swear I was!" I said and my mum just shook her head and smiled.

"Here baby, let me show you how to put this gross stuff on. But you listen to me, you don't need this stuff." She said in a completely sincere voice.

"But why do you put it on then?" I asked her curiously, tilting my head to the side.

"Because mummy isn't as pretty as you are." She said as she started to apply some makeup to my face.

"I think you're beautiful mummy." I said quietly. She smiled up as me, looking almost sad as she did so.

"Thank you so much."

*End of Flashback*

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot and sweaty. I groaned and got out of bed, trudging my way towards the door to get out.

My body felt heavy and weighed down. God, I missed her so much. I rubbed my face and sighed when I felt some cool drips run down my face. Of course I was crying. I'm always crying. I don't know how to be strong anymore so I've just become this pathetic waste of human.

I walked out of the room and down to the kitchen. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed myself a bottle of water.

"Couldn't sleep either?" A voice behind me asked.

"Shit." I breathed and glanced back and saw Harry siting at the island with a bottle between his hands. "I didn't see you there." I stated and he smiled warmly at me.

I turned around and shut the fridge door, making sure to wipe my eyes completely because there was no way I was letting Harry know I was crying.

I walked over and sat down across from Harry, staring down at my water bottle. My throat felt dry, so I opened my water bottle and took a long drink.

"How long are you going to keep my captive?" I asked, glancing up at Harry through my hair.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I'm not keeping you here, I'm just strongly suggesting you stay is all." He shrugged.

"How long are you strongly suggesting this then?" I asked

"Until you're clean and back on your feet again." He states and I roll my eyes.

"I am on my feet and doing quite fine thank you. And I'm not sure what your definition of 'clean' is, but I'm just fine." I mumbled, scooting my bottle back and forth between my hands.

"Yeah, alright." He stated.

"Don't be so sarcastic, Harry." I said. I looked back up at him to see him smiling. "Shut up, I hate you." I mumbled.

"I haven't said anything." He said with a laugh. I glared at him and huffed.

"Well, I still hate you." I said, getting up and walking past him to go back to my room.

"Goodnight Belle." He called after me.

I stayed silent as I walked back up to my room. Yeah, I really hated Harry. I closed the door behind me once I was back in my room and I stripped out of the pants Harry let me borrow because damn it was hot in this room.

Once I was laid back down on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling and decided to name off all the things I hated about Harry.

I hated him for his stupid curly hair.

His stupid smile.

His stupid eyes.

His stupid manners.

His stupid need to 'fix people'.

His stupid personality.

His stupid house.

His stupid friends.

His stupid controllingness.

His stupid voice.

He's just stupid and most of all I hate him for being so kind and making me stupidly fall for him like he will ever actually care for me anyone. Once I'm 'fixed' I'm done. Well, I'm not going to be fixed because I'm not broken.

Ugh, I hate Harry Styles.

Guys oh my god so I finally updated and I'm not even sure if anyone reads this anymore but hi! Okay, I'll update more. Love you, byeeeee. -Kelli