Malignant [h.s]

Seventy Six

Harry Styles

My treacherous thoughts replayed in my mind like they would be stuck their forever and for once, I was dreading to face Amelia again.

I tried to draw out the work day as much as possible- simply because I didn't want to go home. Niall was noticing my procrastination and kept asking me throughout the day if I was okay. I appreciate his concern, but I don't want him to worry about something like this. I don't want the rejection to fill his mind like it's been eating away at my own. A few months ago I would've told him to fuck off and mind his own business- but I don't feel like saying that to him anymore because I know he just wants to help.

He's my friend and I need to start realizing that.

I stand at my apartment door, frozen and not wanting to open it. It's not that I don't want to see Amelia, I just don't want to be reminded of everything that happened.

I huff and shake my head, slowly unlocking the door and opening it up to the living room. My eyes immediately scan the room and she's no where in sight. She's probably barricaded in her room, something she does when she's upset.

I walk in and shut the door, taking off my boots and jacket. I toss the jacket on the back of the couch and head towards the stairs. I notice right away her bedroom door is shut so she must be in their. I want to go in and see her, but I'm too nervous. She probably wants time to think and take in everything that's been said today.

I hope she believes me when I said I didn't mess around with any one in there. I hope I made her understand that I wouldn't do that to her.

I head past her room and right to mine at the end. I wrap my hand around the doorknob and push it open to my room that is dimly lit from the lights.

As the cold gust of wind hits me from the door I freeze when I see Amelia sitting on the edge of my bed, facing me with her hands on her lap.

Her eyes are still bloodshot and glossy and her cheeks are still inflamed from emotion. She looks at me through her clouded brown eyes as I stand shocked in the doorway.

"You kidnapped me." Her voice cracks.

I stand silent for a moment, taking in everything that's in front of me right now. She looks just as broken from when she left me on the main strip hours ago. Has she been crying this whole time?

"I know." I mumble.

"You took me away from my friends, my family, my life and made me be subservient to you. You emotionally abuse me, threaten to kill me, and make me scared of everything that surrounded me." The pained words leave her lips, making me feel worse.

"I kno-"

"You had me walking on eggshells around you because I was so scared of your explosive behaviour. I've had a knife to my throat, your hand around my neck, and my body hanging over a railing because of you." She continues while staying seated on the edge of my bed.

"Ameli-"

"Since you've brought me down here I've been drugged in a holding cell, almost raped in a strip club washroom, been shot at, and witness countless murders right before my eyes. You stored me away in an underground place that runs on torture and misery. You brought me to a hell on earth Harry." She keeps going, making energy drain from all these awful feelings she has towards me.

"I'm sorr-"

"You threw me in the deep end and told me to swim if I wanted to survive. You made me feel like the smallest person in the world and laughed about it." Tears shower down her face by this point- her tone becoming more unstable.