I know Harry Styles || h.s.

Chapter 18 (Same Mistakes)

    When I woke up in the morning, there was a gigantic smile on my face. Niall was the only person that made me feel as loved as when I was with Jake. Before he turned into an alcoholic, abusive, maniac, he was sweet.
     We first met in high school. He was the guy that all they girls had a crush on. Football team, and basket ball. The typical high school jock. He was different though. He was sweet, caring, loving. Somehow he chose me, out of any girl he wanted. We dated for 4 years before he started drinking. Every night he would go out with his druggy friends, and drink. I would sit at home, making sure I did everything right. Only for him to come home and yell at me for everything I did wrong. I lived with it for a while. Then the hitting started. He would get so mad at me for the dumbest things. I didn't do anything right. It started out by just smacking. Soon it turned into beating. Beating so hard I would cry in the corner until he left me alone. Everyone told me to get away. It was so hard, I loved him. He said he loved me, it was all a lie. I put up with it until one day. I remember it clearly. I was just getting ready to get into bed when I heard the door. I rolled my eyes, and hopped into bed to pretend I was asleep. Jake came bursting into the room. Beer in his hand, he stormed over to me. His hand grabbed the sheet off of me swiftly. His beer dropped to the ground as he smacked my arm in attempt to get me up. I looked up at him, In that moment his eyes turned black. He grabbed my neck, and threw me to the ground. His foot came at me, and pounded against my side. I cried out in pain, but that didn't stop him, it never stopped him. His kicking went on for a while until he screamed at me. He said "have you had enough?" With a smirk on his face, that will never leave my head. I told him to stop. He finally did. As he walked out of the room, I knew it was time to get away. The window above me was slightly open. I pushed it the rest of the way up, and jumped out. I ran, for my life.
     I shivered as I remembered the cold night. I remembered Harry. Saving me. My hero. I picked up my phone, and dialed the number I had memorized. "Hello? Olivia?" He answered. "Hey. I just wanted to talk to you for a second." I responded. I had to speak with him. "Liv. Remember what I said." The raspy voice spoke. "Harry. I wanted to say thank you. For everything. For saving me from Jake. And letting me stay in your home. Thank you for fighting Jake off when he broke in your house. Thank you for being Harry." I said quietly. "Liv. You don't need to thank me. I love you. I would do any of it, any day." Harry responded. "I love you too." I said quietly, so Niall wouldn't hear. Then I hung up. "Crap." I said in a whisper to myself.

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Just another update. Remember to treat people with kindness😘