listen // harry styles

one

I don't know what I did wrong this time. My apartment was all cleaned up nicely. The rug was vacuumed, the tables were wiped and the dishes were put away. I woke up extra early to clean up just like he liked it.

He knocked on my door and I swiftly opened it, knowing it would be him. I put on my best smile and flattened out my grey sweater.

"Hey Carter!" I said brightly. He brushed past me, obviously annoyed.

"You got anything to eat?" He plops down on the sofa and aimlessly flips through the TV.

You can't even say hello to your girlfriend. I inhaled and fake smiled again. It's okay. It's okay. "I didn't have anything planned and I barely have any food. I can run to the store i-"

He stood up from the couch and gave me a stone cold face. All the sudden he threw the remote across the room and proceeded to throw my vase and other things on the ground in a rampage state.

"Carter what are you doing?! Why did you do that!!?" I screamed at him. I was furious. How dare he come into my apartment and not even say hi to me and break my stuff for no reason!

"Why? WHY?!!" He laughed and I started to shake. I knew what was coming next.

"Your my girlfriend and you knew that I had the night shift and I was obviously hungry so why aren't you serving me some damn food!!?? You should of already had something ready for me!" His neck veins were popping out and he was shaking his hands around violently and the next thing I knew he was stalking towards me.

He pushed me and slammed me up against the fridge. His fist came crashing into my cheek and I crashed to the floor. He hovered over me, shaking his fist at me and screaming violently. I covered my face with my hands and curled up in a feetle position, praying this nightmare would be over.

"I'm sorry Carter, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I sobbed. I repeated that until he stopped yelling. He kicked me one last time, hard.

"You stupid slut, you don't deserve someone like me." He said as he walked out.

I laid there, to scared and in pain to move. I slowly got up and my whole body erupted in pain. I stood up, ignoring the pain, and walked to the bathroom.

My make up was smeared and there was a huge bruise on the left side of my face. I took of my shirt to see if my rib cage was okay. I had a redish circular bruise surrounding it.

Heavy tears rolled down my face and I realized I was sobbing.

If someone loves you, why would they hurt you? This is the question I ask myself all the time. Why would Carter hurt me, physically and emotionally time after time then tell me he loves me. He doesn't realize his words cut deeper than his fists ever could.

Maybe I deserve this. I should of made him an elaborate breakfast, he is my boyfriend and he did work most of the night. Maybe I am a stupid slut who doesn't deserve someone like him.

And as I stand their, crying my eyes out, I realize all my maybes are true.

-

I sit in the corner of Franks Coffee and have my favorite, chai latte. I take a sip and instantly feel more calmer. Every time something happens between Carter and I, I always come here to calm down and think.

I had finally stopped crying and crudely cleaned up my face. I ran over here because I felt like I was gonna have a panic attack.

I kept feeling paranoid that Carter was still there in my room and I couldnt stay in a room that I had just got...hurt in. I kept looking back at the kitchen and seeing his glare on me.

Once I walk in, I feel at home in a way. The intoxicating smell of coffee grounds and home made bread brings a smile to my face.

I realized I had to get home and clean up the vase and who knows what else Carter broke.

My right wrist was in immense pain and I had to hold my coffee in my left hand, which i might say, was very uncomfortable because I was a righty.

I bumped into someone while getting up and we both replied, immediately "Sorry!" We both laughed.

I looked up and realized he seemed familiar. His hair was messily curled around his head and he had these green eyes. They were so cool. He was tall and had on a brown coat, black jeans, and worn out boots with a brown notebook in his hands. He also had a very nice smile.

"I've seen you before. I know that sounds weird but I have!" He says with a deep raspy british accent. I decided I liked it and hoped he would keep talking.

"Um...I don't know. I work as a cashier at a computer store so if you've ever had a virus then you've seen me!"

"No, no um don't you live a couple doors down from me? At the Cardinal Apartments?"

It immediately clicked. I have seen him around the building. He's usually washing his clothes or getting his mail.

"Oh my gosh I remember you now! Hi!" I said and we laughed.

He put out his hand and I shook it, him noticing me wince.

"Are you okay?" And he really stopped to look at me and saw the bruise on my cheek.

"I'm fine." I said quickly while looking down. I didn't want him to see what Carter had done.

He gently tilted my head up by my chin. His hands grazed over my bruise.

"What happend to your face?"

"I...I fell while get-going to the kitchen." That's the only thing I could think of at the moment.

He stared at me quizzically for a moment then turned around.

"Hey we really need to get that cleaned up. Here ill give you a ride back to the apartments."

"NO! i-it's okay...I mean...I-I can walk."

"You walked up here? That's like 5 to 6 miles!"

"I like to walk." I said shyly.

"I really want you to come with me. I would be worried about you walking all that." He said sincerely. I thought it was sweet that he was worried about me but also strange because we barely knew each other. But people can be naturally nice.

"Okay." I said while smiling.

"What's your name by the way?"

"Lilia. But everyone calls me Lily."

"Harry. Harry Styles."

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So I've written 2 books and deleted both of them. 3rd ones the charm eh? ;-) anyways I am very hopeful about this one and I hope you like it.

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