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Chapter 8 - Answers

HARRY POV:

The drive home was silent, but when we walked into the kitchen, Zayn was standing there. Gabrielle let out a sharp gasp when she saw him and I instinctually grasped her thigh and tucked her behind me.

"Harry, we need to talk. I can expla-" Zayn started to talk to me, but it was too late. I was already lunging across the room, my hands reaching for his neck.

"You bastard." I growled darkly as he tried to pry my fingers away weakly. "You little bastard." I breathed again, squeezing harder. I could see the blood draining from his face as I continued pressing against his windpipe, noticing that his attempts to free himself were growing more feeble.

It was then that I felt gentle hands wrap around one of my forearms. "Harry, don't." Gabrielle begged me quietly. I ignored her, refusing to even glance away from Zayn's agonized expression. "Harry." Her voice cracked a little bit as Zayn began making horrible choking sounds. I didn't want Gabrielle to see this.

"Someone get her." I barked over my shoulder as her grip tightened slightly.

"Harry, let's just talk to him. See what he has to say for himself. Then we'll decide what to do." I could hear Liam's rational voice and my hands began shaking around Zayn's neck. I could easily shove Gabrielle out of my way and finish what I had started. I had hit her before, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do it this time.

My hands relaxed and Zayn sprang away from me, sputtering and gasping for air. I took Gabrielle's small hand into my own and led her up the stairs as Liam, Louis, and Niall hauled Zayn from the room.

"Sorry." I said gruffly as I opened up the bedroom door. Gabrielle squeaked out some sort of response but I barely heard her because my head was still spinning from what had just happened.

I had almost killed Zayn with my bare hands.

Gabrielle got into the shower as I tore off my t-shirt and climbed into bed, my mind still numb as I tried to replay everything that had happened that night. After a few minutes, I heard the shower turn off and Gabrielle came out of the bathroom in her towel to look for clothes. Moonlight was streaming through the overhead window and catching on her skin, illuminating its creamy white hue. She dug through a dresser and found a t-shirt. I didn't bother telling her that it was mine as she slipped it over her head.

"Come here." I ordered, opening up my arms and expecting her to argue. A conflicted look flashed across her features but it was only momentarily, and then she obediently padded over to me. Her skin was cold and her hair was wet as I pulled her closer. She closed her eyes gingerly as I kissed her neck, but she didn't make any movement to stop me.

"Give me something, here. Anything." My voice sounded unfamiliar to me as I rolled over and hoisted myself onto my elbows, with Gabrielle lying directly underneath me.

Her eyes fluttered open and met my gaze. She lifted up her hand and brushed a curl out of my face gently before resting her palm against my cheek. "Please just let me go." She pleaded, her eyebrows knitting together.

I didn't respond, I just leaned down to continue kissing her lips and her neck, growing rougher with each passing moment. She whimpered weakly as I began grabbing at her with my hands. I stopped using my elbows to keep me in the air, and my body became crushed dominantly against her smaller one, but I was too numb to care. Her two little fists tried to punch me away, but I hardly felt them.

"Harry! That hurts! Please get off." She begged me tearfully in between my kisses. "Harry, please. You're really hurting me." Her voice cracked as I grunted and lifted myself back onto my elbows. She let out a sharp breath of air, instantly relieved of some pain.