Demonized {Harry Styles AU}

Pain {9}

I woke up on the floor, still in Harry's arms. I was laid on my side with his arm draped over my waist, he held me impossibly close.

I carefully moved his arms away so I could get up. Harry groaned and opened his eyes. a smirk on his lips.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because I haven't slept in a while." he sat up and ran his hands though his hair.

"You're not the one with cut up hands."

I looked down to see the cuts cleaned and wrapped up.

"You're welcome." Harry smiled.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my mind last night."

"Don't be. I've done the same thing. at least I was there to help you." he said.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. he opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of pancake batter and a bowl. he went into the drawer and got out a whisk.

"When did you go out?"

"About an hour ago. you were asleep and safe, so I left to get some snacks and breakfast." he smiled kindly and poured the batter into the bowl.

"You cleaned up to?"

The floors were cleared of all dust and paint chips. the cabinets had been reattached and wiped. the stove was clean and the refrigerator was spotless.

"Yeah. I didn't have anything else to do. oh and I payed the rent." he said whipping around the batter.

"Nice to see you're on top of things."

"I'd rather have you on top." Harry smirked. I slapped his arm and sat on the counter.

"One other thing, don't go in the bathroom." Harry stopped what he was doing to inform me.

"Why?"

"Just don't." he hissed.

I thought about it for a minute, but that's all. I hopped from the counter Harry shouting after me. I bursted through the door to the bathroom to see the blood still there, the glass still there. I washed off the blood last night, didn't I?

Harry ran into the bathroom cursing.

He wants to speak to you.
He wants to see you.
He wants to feel you.
He wants to touch you.
He wants you.
Give into him.

Blood stained the walls repeating this.

"What's this?"

"I tried to stop you-" he began.

"Fuck whatever you were gonna say! answer me! what is this?"

"A message." he answered.

"For?"

"You." he said

"From?"

"Satan." he said.

"How long has this been here?"

"Since this morning. I saw it before I left at 6." he said leaning against the door frame.

"You left me here? knowing this was here?"

"I knew you were going to be safe." he tried to argue.

"And how did you know that?"

"I asked him to watch over you." Harry said tilting his head up.

I Winched in pain as Harry ran his hand over my back. he furrowed his eyebrows and stopped.

"Lift your shirt." he said demandingly.