Sacrifice (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 12

I looked at where Harry had brought me! A huge valley with flowers and tall grass in their prime season.

"Wow, its amazing" I said looking back at Harry.

He just stared at me. No smile, but a michevious grin

"Harry?" I questioned.

"Now you listen to me whore" he spat "You'd better leave my house. I don't need some needy homeless prostitute spending all of my money, and taking over my life!"

"I....I..." I stuttered searching for the words to say.

"Quit this innocent look, I know what your really here for. Your not fooling me one bit!" he continued

"I'm not here for your money!" I yelled finally finding the courage to speak.

"Bullshit"

"What makes you think this is all an act?" I interrogate.

"The silence, the chain, the nightmares... Oh please bitch I could tell those were all fake."

"You don't even know me" My eyes threaten to release tears.

"Oh now your about to cry... Haha. How many times have you fake cried for my friends? Huh?? Its all a fucking act that they believe." He raised his voice

I walked up to him, tears and all. I looked straight into his once beautiful eyes, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Go to hell!" I cried.

His anger only raged on. He took my by my wrists and threw me down the hill we were standing on.

I tumbled down and layed on the beautiful flowers.

I watched as he held his jaw. He turned around and sprinted back to his car. Wherever it was.

That's why he blindfolded me.. So I couldn't find my way back.

I just layed in the grass looking up at the blue sky. Closing my eyes with the wind tickling my face.

I won't let him win. All I have ever worked for escaping that damned basement, will not crumble for a guy who always gets what he wants.

I stayed in the grass, enjoying the peace. But I had no peace. My heart had been shattered. Almost impossible to fix. The hatred he felt for me, broke the tape holding my heart in place.

Maybe I was a bitch....

The pain I have endured is indescribable.

Perrie's POV

Zayn had told me he was going to take me out for a nice fancy dinner. A real date. We have flirted but never went anywhere with it. You could call us friends with benefits. But I had always felt more.

Now Zayn is telling me he feels the same..... Just makes the butterflies in my stomach erupt! I love everything about him. The way he smiles, his artistic view,  and his body.... Dont get me started.

We were chilling on the couch enjoying some comedy I had forgotten the name of. My head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Cozy, comfortable, and right at home.

Everyone else were in their rooms doing whatever they do in their free time.

Eleanor with Louis, Niall snacking and watching tv, Liam and Sophia, and Alex reading.

So it was just Zayn and I, just the way I liked it.

The front door opens and Harry enters. On his cheek was a bright red mark. He tried to keep his head down but I had noticed.