I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 42: Can I make love to you?

⚠️WARNING⚠️: sorry but it gets worse...so warning there's some fucked up smut ahead good luck

I told you guys from the start this was gonna be a really toxic and unhealthy relationship

And the song I attached kind of fits perfectly with the whole vibe of this chapter so give it a listen if you want

The next day I wake up alone in bed. I have no idea what time it is, but my body aches, especially my face and my head. The sheets are still bloody, evidence that what happened last night was real. I sigh and wonder where Harry is. I look at the bedside table to see a glass of water and two blue pills that I now know are pain relievers called Percocet 30s. This wasn't here last night so Harry must have put them here for me. Aw, he's so sweet. I swallow the pills with a gulp of water, then proceed to sit up in bed. I don't want him to see me looking a hot mess, so I slowly climb out of bed, wincing at the pain he caused me and limp into the bathroom to take a hot bath.

As the bath water is running I brush my teeth and catch a glimpse at myself in the mirror. My eyes start to water as I stare at the dried up blood all over my face. Under the blood I can see four huge knots on my forehead, bloody gashes littered around my face and on my cheeks and forehead, my lips are both busted and swollen along with two cuts, one on my upper lip and one on my bottom lip and two swollen black eyes. I look like I was jumped by a gang and hit by three busses. I'm going to need some sunglasses and a lot of makeup to cover Harry's artwork he did on me. He really did a number on me. I look a mess.

After my bath I change into something more comfy, which is one of Harry's hoodies I found in his closet and make my way downstairs to find him. What I don't expect to see is a shirtless, jean clad Harry sitting at the kitchen table holding a cigarette in his left hand while snorting a line of cocaine. When he's high he's a tad bit more reckless and irrational, so this isn't about to go well.

"Harry?" I say nervously as I slowly approach him with caution.

"What the fuck do you want?" He snaps at me.

"You're still mad at me?" I pout.

He doesn't say anything he just lets out a laugh, like he's in disbelief that I asked him such a question.

"Why are you so upset with me? I said I was sorry like a million times!" I exclaimed sadly.

"Get out of my sight before I beat your stupid ass again," he snarls, then takes a drag from his cigarette.

"You didn't have to beat me like that!" I say as I walk up to him. I feel so many different emotions right now. I feel a mixture between sadness, madness and desperation starting to boil out of me.

"You deserved it and you know you did," he said as he blew the smoke out. He put the cigarette out in the ash tray, then stood up, towering over me.

"You know I was willing to forgive you, but you're acting like a total jerk! How would you like it if I just started beating you to a pulp!" I screamed as tears started leaking out of my eyes. "Look what you did to me!" I exclaimed and balled my tiny fists up then started hitting him with all my might. "Look at my face! I'm hideous now!"

"Get the fuck off me," he said then releases a dark chuckle as he easily pushes me away from him causing me to stumble over and almost fall to the floor. "I do all this shit for you, Louis! I try my hardest to make you fucking happy and this is how you repay me?! By being a fucking whore!" He says and shoves me hard causing me to tumble over. I hit the cold marble kitchen floor with a hard thud, a whimper and scream escaping past my lips as I fell. My eyes welled up with tears as I stared up at him, I was hoping he would see me on the floor and feel bad for what he did, but he only stared back down into my eyes with a look of disgust on his face.