Chapter Thirteen
“So, everyone comes over and you just stay back here and cook for all the boys?” Claire questioned as she helped Eleanor serve up some pizza. Even though it was my own house, I just sat there and silently watched them prepare everything.
I knew that Eleanor didn’t mind it at all and Claire knew that I wasn’t someone who belonged in the kitchen. So there I sat, just watching them.
“Yes,” Eleanor laughed. “But let me tell you, I’d rather be in here with you girls than out there because those five can get really annoying really fast.” Eleanor glanced over to me for backup but I only shrugged.
She was right. They could get annoying.
You know what their most annoying quality was?
Raping your best friend and then dating her.
“Hannah, do you want a slice?” Claire asked me. I looked over to her and shook my head. Eleanor let out a huff.
“Come on, you promised you’d eat.” She put her hands on her hips and stared at me with a matronly frown. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
“I’m not hungry.”
Claire looked saddened from my words. From what she told me, it seemed as though Harry spilled the beans on my so called ‘eating disorder’. But they were wrong. I wasn’t bulimic. I wasn’t anorexic. I just wasn’t fucking hungry.
“You promised us. You said that you’d work on it and we wouldn’t tell Zayn.”
“And I’m telling you, I have nothing to work on.”
Eleanor took a step closer to me, in an attempt of intimidation, I suppose. Well joke’s on her, I was married to Zayn Malik. If I could survive him, I could survive her. I was immune to her tactics.
“Harry’s threats were serious.” Eleanor pointed out. I saw Claire’s eyes widen before she looked up to Eleanor.
“He threatened her?” She stuttered.
“Oh please, she deserves it. There’s no other way to get her to behave.” Eleanor responded. I clucked my tongue and raised my eyebrows.
“But… I just wanted him to help her… I didn’t intend for him to-”
“Yeah, well he did threaten me. Now that you see who he really is, maybe you should dump his ass.” I suggested hopefully. I sounded pretty harsh, but to be honest, I didn’t really care. I just needed Harry and Claire to not be together.
“Hannah…” Claire whispered softly, shaking her head gently. I could tell she wanted to say more, but Eleanor cut her off.
“I can go get him, Hannah.” She threatened seriously. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the table. I brushed passed her and into the kitchen.
“Fine, go get him. I’ll stab him with a fucking kitchen knife. I need a new set anyways.” I spat back. Claire gasped quietly but Eleanor just rolled her eyes back at me.
“Stop being such a baby.” Eleanor demanded. I could tell I was getting on her nerves and she only wanted to help me, which I appreciated, but I didn’t need help. “She doesn’t mean it, Claire.” She smiled apologetically.
“Yes she does.” I grumbled back, speaking in the third person for added effect. I honestly did feel bad for making Claire feel so awkward and whatnot, but I could not stand the idea of Harry talking to her, touching her, being with her. It sickened me.
“Hannah, I know you don’t like Harry, and I know why, but if I managed to forgive him. So please, for my sake, be nice.” Claire begged me. I saw Eleanor nod in agreement. The two only just met and they were already ganging up on me. Terrific.
“Claire, do you know how hard it was to come home and find you sobbing in a corner? You could barely be alone in a room without screaming. You didn’t sleep, and when you did you’d wake up from nightmares. You were too scared and hurt to bathe yourself properly. You might have been scarred so badly that you can’t remember, but I do, Claire. I remember taking care of you and frankly it makes me want to vomit.” I responded as calmly as I could. I leaned forward on the counter so I could look at her seriously. Instantly I felt horrible for making her cry, but I had to tell her the truth.
“Of course I remember, it’s burned into my memory. But that’s something Harry and I have to live with for the rest of our lives.” She stammered with tears softly rolling down her cheeks.
“I’m only trying to protect you.” I whispered. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t mad at her. Not by a long shot.
“I know, and I understand. But can you honestly stand there and tell me that Zayn has never hurt you? Because if you say he hasn’t, you’re lying.”
“That’s different.”
“No it’s not. Zayn beat you on more than one occasion. I know because you told me, Hannah. You cried to me. You were so afraid of him. Yet, here we are- in his and your kitchen. You’ve married him. The way you hate Harry? That’s the way I used to hate Zayn, but I thought that if you could get over it, I should to. Your relationship is your business, and my relationship is mine.”
She had a point, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
I mean, the parallels between our situations were disgusting.
“Stop changing the subject Hannah.” Eleanor abruptly switched the topic of conversation back to my eating habits, no doubt avoiding more tear shed for the newcomer.
“Darlin’,” Zayn came in before Eleanor could start her lecture. I smiled at her humorlessly knowing she’d never mention my problem in Zayn’s presence. “Do you girls mind setting some food up? We are starving.” Zayn asked nicely. Eleanor nodded and quickly started bringing plates and silverware into the dining room. Claire followed her with a pizza.
I let out a sigh and looked at my husband.
“Did you kill Harry yet?” I asked him after I kissed him gently. His eyes darkened and his mouth turned down into a frown.
“That’s enough. I don’t want you getting involved, do you understand me?” He questioned me sternly. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked away angrily.
He was supposed to take MY side.
“I said, Do You Understand Me?” He asked me again, his voice getting louder and his tone more dangerous.
“I understand perfectly.” I muttered. He sighed in content with my words and reached out to pull me into his arms, but I stepped out of his way. “Doesn’t mean I’ll so what you say.” I went to go help Eleanor in the dining room, but Zayn grabbed my elbow and roughly yanked me back. Before I could protest, he slammed me into the counter, the edge hitting my back painfully.
I’d no doubt get a bruise.
Fucker.
“Listen to me, and listen closely: You. Will NOT. Get. Involved. Do not make me repeat myself.” He snarled. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“NO, you listen to ME, Zayn. He RAPED her. ”
“I know. But he’s really serious about her. He explained to me how he courted her and how he really likes her. He’s never brought a girl around, so this is a big deal and you’re not going to ruin it. Ok? You’ll let them run their course.” He ordered. His grip on me tightened, intending to scare me, but like I said before…
I wasn’t easily intimidated.
Not anymore.
“I-“
“Or we’re going to have a problem.” He released me but didn’t move out of my way. I could tell he was waiting for my word, promising that I’d leave them be.
“Then I guess we’re going to have a problem.”
“Hannah, I’m fucking serious. If you cause problems then I can’t allow you to be around our friends. Does that make things clearer for you?”
“Fine. Fine. I get it, I won’t get involved.” He glared at me for a second longer before moving out of my way. I heard his heavy boots follow me into the dining room, where everyone was already seated and serving themselves. Zayn took a seat at one head of the table and I sat at the other end.
If I wasn’t so mad, I would’ve laughed at how traditional the seating was.
We’re not exactly a traditional bunch of people.
I plopped down and ignored the fact that I was served a piece of pizza. Next to me was Niall and across from him was Eleanor, who sat next to Louis, who was next to Harry and then Zayn. On Zayn’s left was Claire and then Liam and then of course Niall.
Everyone was chatting away and I even managed to hold a conversation for a bit. I would’ve been more outgoing during one of my few chances at socializing if I wasn’t in such a pissy mood.
So when Louis made a crack about how I served pizza over cooking a meal, I didn’t respond with sarcasm or with a quick remark like I usually would have. Instead, I just glared at him. Eleanor had to kick me under the table to get me to stop.
“Eat.” She hissed when no one else was paying attention. I saw her glance over to Claire, who then looked down at my untouched plate. Worriedly, she looked to her rapist. Harry got the memo and leaned over so he could look at me. I just knew that he’d use his position at the other end of the table to get everyone involved in our issues.
“This pizza’s delicious, Hannah. Where’d you order it from?” He asked me. I watched Zayn shuffle nervously, obvious anxiously waiting my answer. His ignorant mind had no idea Harry was trying to draw attention to my food, but instead waited for me to lash out at the man I hated most at the table.
“Go to hell.” I smiled at him politely. He wasn’t at all affected by my words and instead only returned my polite smile. Zayn didn’t look too happy, though.
“It’s so good, though. You haven’t even tried it, love.” He pressed on.
“That’s because I’m saving it.” I returned, mimicking the same sickly sweet tone he was using on me.
“For what?”
“To shove it up you asshole, you dick.” I cocked my head to the side and pretended to be a good hostess, as if I said something kind. Harry didn’t even flinch at my words and instead stretched out his fingers.
“Hannah, that’s enough.” Zayn bellowed. I barely shifted my gaze to my husband, but I did notice that the rest of the table was silent during our interaction.
“Please don’t do this. Please Hannah.” Eleanor pleaded with me softly, being the first one to speak after Zayn. I think she was louder than she thought she was because her words travelled down to Harry.
“Yeah Hannah banana, just eat.” I knew what he was doing. He was trying to provoke me. He was trying to get me angry. He was daring me to lash out and I think he was trying to use some fucked up reversed psychology.
By being the asshole, he was seemingly stirring a reaction, knowing that it’d only provide a show for everyone at the table. He thought he’d trick me into eating so I wouldn’t have to announce my so called ‘problem’ in front of everyone.
I think.
If that made sense.
Giving me an audience was supposed to make me eat pizza.
“Not hungry.” I shrugged. Zayn (as well as everyone else, I’m sure) caught on that something more was going on. His brow furrowed and his mouth mashed into a hard line as he waited to watch our interaction, not exactly knowing what was developing at his table.
“When was the last time you ate, Han?” Harry leaned forward even more, so he could see my reaction clearly. I sucked in my breath and thought back to my last meal.
“This morning.” I responded, proud of myself since I had eaten with my husband- a witness to back me up.
“Without throwing up?” Harry raised his eyebrows.
My stomach dropped.
My heart froze.
Time stopped.
Everything and everyone around me started to blur.
I couldn’t believe he had just said that.
Niall, who also knew about my ‘issue’, and Eleanor bowed their heads sadly. Claire shook her head at Harry. She was the one who wanted him to get involved, to help me. But even she didn’t know how far he’d take it. Louis and Liam, both oblivious to these issues glanced back and forth between me and Harry, bug-eyed.
Harry just sat there, oh-so-innocently. He knew exactly what he was doing. If I wanted to shoot him before, I couldn’t even describe how much I hated him in that moment. I didn’t have a problem, but if I did, it wasn’t his place to tell everyone about it.
I mean, I would’ve dealt with it eventually.
Right?
Zayn kind of just sat there. His brow was still furrowed, he was still frowning. But he wasn’t freaking out. SO…. That’s a good sign….
Everyone was awaiting his reaction. There was thick tension in the air, but no one dared to speak.
“What is he talking about, Hannah?” When Zayn finally spoke, he surprised me at how calm and steady his voice was. But I couldn’t be fooled.
There was always a calm before the storm.
“N-nothing. I have no idea.” I sputtered, having trouble finding words. Zayn rubbed his jaw with his right hand and scratched at his scruff.
“Harry?”
“I was trying to help her, but you deserve to know. She was never going to tell you, so I had to. I know this isn’t the best way to do it, man, and I’m sorry. But… Hannah, she’s got an eating disorder.” Harry looked at Zayn seriously. He seemed concerned about me, as if he were a good friend and not some douchebag meddling in my business.
Zayn shut his eyes tightly.
The poor guy was processing all the information that was just forced on his lap.
“Zayn, it’s not like that. I don’t-“
“Eat your food.” Zayn cut me off.
“No, Zayn it’s just-“
“EAT YOUR DAMN PIZZA!” He roared, surprising everyone by jumping out of his chair and leaning forward on the table to glare at me. I shook under his stare. I felt Eleanor grab my hand to give me a gentle squeeze, but it didn’t help much.
“I-I can’t.” I whimpered. I was seriously not hungry. If I ate, I would most likely vomit it up right away. And then he would think Harry was right.
I pleaded Zayn silently, sending a message that I hoped he would pick up on. This wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with him in front of everyone. In fact, it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with him at all.
But he didn’t pay attention to that. Instead, he stormed over to me and pulled me right out of the chair, which fell backwards onto the hardwood floor with a loud bang. He shook me twice and then pushed me back.
“I wasn’t asking.” He snapped. I knew what he was about to do, because he had done it before. So, even though I tried to fight back, he forced my jaw open by squeezing roughly on my chin so I could close my mouth.
And then he shoved part of the pizza down my throat. I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks as he quickly covered my mouth so I couldn’t spit it out.
“SWALLOW!” He roared. I was shaking, but I swallowed. I felt like he was going to do it again, but he didn’t’ get the chance before he was pulled off of me. Harry and Liam were holding him back, talking him down, as Claire and Eleanor rushed to me as I crumbled on the floor.
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