I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I cant help the fact that everyone can see these scars
*Lailas point of view*
Faint , I am just gonna faint, feeling of nausea is taking over me. I need something to lean on or I think I am gonna fall.
" How, did you get in ? " I asked him.
" Not happy to see me, huh, oh I forget you are too busy to remember me , aren't you busy in fucking your new love interest " god, I think he saw those photos.
" says the man who fucking cheated on me with a blonde bitch "
" It was only once, and it happened under circumstances"
I laughed sarcastically, " well for your kind information, first there is nothing between me and Harry like that we are just good friends and second , I went out with him cause he was there to hold me when I broke down"
He stood up from the bar taking a large gulp from the scotch bottle, I know this is not a good situation I searched in my pocket for my phone , but couldn't find it , shit!!! I must have forgot it at Harry's place.
" Mack, I made it crystal clear for you that I have moved on from you and you should do the same "
He moved forward and grabbed me by my shoulder pushing me in the wall. I tried to release myself from his hold but it was worth less , his toxin breathe hitting my face.
" Let go of me !!! " I screamed.
He said nothing, his grip got more tight on me, I looked in his eyes for a second it reflected only lust and anger this was not the man that I once loved.
I kicked him in between his legs he immediately let go of me and screamed in pain. I ran towards my bed room but it was too late , he tried to grab my shoulder which made me stumble and hit the floor , he grabbed my ankle and twisted it vigorously I groaned in pain, hot tears screaming down my face.
suddenly my gaze fall on the scotch bottle near bar chair I grabbed it and smashed on his head, it didn't hit that hard but made him loose balance, I took the chance and ran out of the door.
When I reached the street , I saw a police patrolling van , I signalled them. Tears were chocking my voice , then suddenly I felt a painful sting at my right ankle and I collapsed on the ground , One of the police officer helped me while other went inside.
I tried to collect myself but it seemed impossible, my vision got blurred and soon everything went black.
*Harrys point of view*
I was sitting on dining, eating breakfast with Louis, he kept shouting question about Laila, but I didn't paid attention.
I heard a phone ring but it was not mine, I looked at Louis neither it was his, I walked over to the coffee table to find a phone, it was probably Lailas she might have forgotten it.
I switched T.V on to distract Louis for awhile so stop eating my brain.
News reporter:- famous mystery writer Laila Dove was attacked, this morning by a young man in her own house, the person was suspected to be under influence of alcohol and claimed to be her boyfriend, she got help from two police officers patrolling at the moment, further investigation is being carried on........
What the fuck happened, I got froze for a moment then my body was quick to recover, I told Louis that , I am going , he wanted to come but I told him it was better if I go alone.
I put on a hoddie and sunglasses, I was not in a mood to get mobbed.
When I reached there , two police officers stopped me from getting inside, it was quite tough for me to make them understand that she was my friend , they let me in.
As soon as I got in my eyes searched for Laila, but instead a young police officers approached me.
" who are you sir? "
" I am Harry, Lailas friend can I meet her"
" Before that I want you to know that Laila is in bit of shock and not talking to anyone, if you can make her talk please let us know , she is in her room "
I nodded and he left, giving me his number.
I searched her room trying to find Laila , calling her name she wasn't there, then sound of shower got my attention, I entered her bathroom and sight made me gasp.
Laila was on the floor with shower running, water washed over her body, like it was trying to clean her wounds which were not visible, her clothes completely soaked, and her eyes wide open and blank, she was lying there motionless.
I turned off the shower and picked her up in bridal style , she whispered my name and grabbed my t-shirt like she was afraid to let go, her wet and cold body clenched to mine warm one.
I put her down on the bed, and searched her wardrobe for fresh clothes and found plane t- shirt and cartoon shorts , kissing her forehead I spoke softly to her " you need to change love " she looked at me and nodded.
I waited outside to realise that I got wet too, but what I cared about right now was only Laila .
She stepped outside the room , the I realized something she was having trouble walking, I reached out for her, she handed me a plane t- shirt saying that I need to change too.
First I help her get to sofa, then I changed in the comfortable top. I sat beside her taking her hand in mine , she didn't respond, she was so numb at the moment that it made my heart ache.
" Laila...... You need to pour it all out baby "
She looked at me for a moment, tears forming in her eyes , threatening to spill. I pulled her in a tight hug , she moved her legs on my lap, and grabbed my t-shirt she she buried her face in my neck, her heavy sobs were vibrating on my skin.
"shhhh..... Its alright" , I cooed in her ears.
My hands trailed over her legs when they reached her right foot's ankle, she gasped.
" you need a doctor babe, that injury looks serious"
" It's a mark that I was so stupid to let someone break me down every time I-........ " I silenced her with a kiss, and she kissed back trailing her hands on my back.
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