Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 63

Every type of hatred and resentment I feel towards her has blown up. My cup has been slowly filling up from the moment I found out about them and it's been tipping at the rim for far too long. I've never been so angry before in my life. I've never felt such anger and hatred towards someone like this before, but her absolute arrogance and egotistical behavior has pushed my buttons to the point where she has worn them out.

"Whoa, whoa!" Harry's hands grab me by my waist to lift me but my grip around her hair is too tight.

"I hate you so much!" I yell with tears, angry and hurt tears, running down my face. I can't stop. I can't hold it in anymore. The anger has built up far too high for me to allow it to come down.

"Ava, get up!" Liam says enjoying every single moment of this.

"Get off of me! Get her off of me!" Ava yells unable to defend herself. I'm holding her down way too hard for her to even try to attempt to touch me.

"Aleevonne!" Harry's grip around me tightens and with one swift pull, he swings me away from her; taking me at least two feet off the ground and spinning me around.

"Let me go!" I struggle underneath his grip but his remain sturdy around me. I punch and slap his chest trying to get away but he's holding me too tightly.

"You stupid bitch!" Ava yells touching her lip and crawling back towards Liam who's helping her up. There's tears in her eyes; good. I hope she suffers!

"Control your bitch man!" Liam holds Ava in his arms and Harry's fingers loosen around my body. He turns his head to Liam and I swear, if looks could kill...

"Tell your whore to control herself." he growls through his teeth, "maybe if she kept her desperate legs closed, none of this would be happening." Harry says letting me go and standing in front of me.

"Whore?!" Ava cries at the top of her lungs, "I'm not a whore!" she defends herself. She tries to throw herself at Harry, who doesn't even flinch once, but Liam grabs her wrist and pulls her back, "I'm not a whore." she says again with confidence, "I'm nothing like you!" she looks at me and I laugh, "you're fucking laughing?" she twists her face in anger and I laugh ever harder. Harry even turns to look at me but the laughter is controlling me.

"You're fucking crazy..." Liam says backing away and Harry steps forward with balled fists. He's testing him and he's about to explode.

"Say one more word Liam, I swear to god I will break every goddamn bone in your body. Watch who the fuck you're talking to." he warms through rage and exasperation. Liam scoffs and turns his head. He knows Harry will do it and if he does, I won't stop him. Maybe I want him to do it. If I tell him to, I know he won't hesitate. This is a tempting decision...

Just as I'm about to speak, we hear a door open and all of our eyes avert to Zayn. His brows pull together in concern and he looks a bit overwhelmed.

"What's going on?" without wasting another second, he runs down the stairs and towards us. He looks confused and upset, mostly confused but his features twists in shock once he sees Ava's bloody lip.

"What the fuck happened?" he says walking towards her than stops to look at me, "you did this?"

"I had too..." why is my voice shaking?

He slowly blinks and looks at Harry, than at Ava, "what did you do?"

"What the hell do you mean what did I do? That crazy bitch attacked me!" she shouts at her older brother and his confused expression changes to a serious one, "she's insane!"

I've had enough of her talking and name calling. If anything she's speaking about herself. I push Harry aside and step forward but out of protection, he grabs my hand and pulls me back but I don't push it away.