Shelter (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

CINQ (5)

"Anyway, get out." he harshly says.

I lower my gaze, wanting to leave more than everything, I hate him, but I can't let this continue.

"No." It took me all my confidence to say the word.

"Damn I won't repeat it Isabella."

"How do you know my name by the way?" I try to change the subject, I can feel his gaze on me even if mine is still locked on the floor.

"None of your fucking business. Now get the fuck out."

"Oh yes it is my business. You decided to marry me last night, without my permission may I add. You're the one to know where it was, you're the one to know with who we were and you're the one who wanted to get married because I didn't. And on top of all, I don't know why nor how you got my adress who was on the wedding paper! You're such a freak!" Once I finish my little speech I am out of breath. I continue before he can add anything else, "And why did you leave me there alone? I don't even know how I came home last night! Something could've happened to me! I mean... something obviously hapenned because I wasn't suppose to be at that damn church last night! I know we don't know each other but you could have, at least, stay and not leave the second it was over."

"If you want to know..." He begins but I cut him off.

"No I don't want to know, that won't change something. Just agree to cancel the wedding, then I'll go and you could find someone else better as a wife. Please." I cry.

"Don't cry, it won't make me change my mind. I am not canceling the fucking wedding."

"But please..." I can't help myself; I am on my knees pleading him. Maybe this will work.

"You think giving me a blowjob will help your case?" He laughs.

"What..? No!" I immediatly stand up, I can feel my cheeks blush.

"C'mon don't be shy."

"I won't leave until you accept to cancel the damn thing." I say.

"Don't use bad words with me."

"I do what I want since I..." I stop myself. I can't believe it.

"Since you...?" He continues what I began seconds ago. I want to hit his beautiful face so badly.

Since when do I swear and think of beating people up? I can't wait to get out of this house and forget about yesterday.

I say nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he wants.

"Well, I know what you wanted to say... Since I don't fucking know you, I'm not a part of your family nor your entourage I can't say you what to do? It's funny, you're wrong, I am your husband and you have to listen to me."

"You are a real asshole! Marriage isn't about power! It's about love and seeing how you act you will never know about it! You have to treat the girl right and you obviously never will."

"Christ, I said don't use those words with me."

Oh god the only thing I can think about is me slapping his pretty face.

"So since you don't want to move your ass out of my room until I accept to call off the marriage, which won't happen by the way, you should get ready for the night of your life." He don't seem to be excited by the idea of having me here.

.......

Five hours later I am still in his house, the party just began and I am already surrounded by drunk and high people. I tried to stay in Harry's room since nobody really go in there but he forbad me to be there so I am trying to stay with him. You know just to annoy him just the way he does me and maybe he'll change his mind about our wedding.

I honestly can't say how many people are in there. Too much for me anyway. I am not wearing the ring because I won't encourage this marriage but I don't understand why Harry doesn't wear it since he seems so important for him.

"Why don't you have the ring on your finger?" I confidently ask him in front of his group of friend. They seem normals 20 years old or so teenagers, who party and drink till they throw up or fall on the floor. Yeah, I know 20 years old isn't really teen's years but on my point of view, when someone acts like they actually do, they still are even if their age doesn't match with it.

He completly ignores me. Uhh..

"Harry, I am talking to you." I harshly say.

"God, I am with my friends ok. And you're not one of them, so go where the hell you want to but let me fucking be."

"You don't understand, do you? I won't go so easily, you took advantage of me when I was on I don't know what, and now you're telling me to go. You know what? Go fuck yourself." I can't believe I'm using those words towards him.

"Don't fucking curse..." He begins.

"Oh we've got a feisty girl here Styles, maybe we can share?" A boy says while looking me up and down.

"No, I don't share, You have her all to yourself if you want." Harry adds.

What? I didn't thought we was THAT bad. What a jerk.

I was going to add something to protect myself when someone talks before me.

"Is it true Styles? That you took advantage of her?" Someone finally asks. Yes! Please help me to get out of this shit.

Ok... I have to talk to myself. I can't continue to use so many bad words. It's been one day and here I am swearing like a sailor. Tomorrow everything will go back to normal and my dad will be proud of me for everything I have done to stand up for myself.

Harry stay silent. Oh, I can tell he's scared. Good for him.

"Yeah man." He proudly says seconds later. Ok... maybe I was wrong when I said he was scared.

The reaction that followed wasn't exactly like I had expected it to be. Everyone was clapping their hands together and yelling at him that he was a sex god or I don't know what. I feel like I am gonna explode, I can't stay here with those people. I run out of the house and arrived outside I feel my eyes burning and my cheeks getting wet by the second. At first I thought that it was because of my tears but when I raise my head up I see grey clouds and rain falling profusely. I continue to run to my car that is, of course, blocked by all the others in the parking. Great.