Drugged h.s. AU

Why?

Chapter 5

I was stunned. I held my face in my hand, looking up at him. He looked down with no remorse. He grabbed me and packed me down to the kitchen and sat me on the counter. Tears were streaming down my face, not only from the pain in my cheek, but the pain in my heart, from the irony of this. Everything he does reminds me of Niall, minus the cuffs, and the abuse.

He got a washcloth and wet it, handing it to me. I put in on my stinging face. I could see myself in the reflection on the window. I looked like shit. But, I don't care. I looked over at him. "I need to use the bathroom." He looked up, and pointed to a door on the far side of the kitchen. I hopped off the counter, and walked over to the bathroom casually.

I locked the door, and sighed in relief. Peace, and quiet. Not the awkward kind, the good kind. I looked at my face in the mirror, his hand print evident. I put my hand over the place wear his made contact with my cheek. His hand is much bigger than mine. I didn't know if it would fade or bruise at this point. There was a knock at the door. My breath hitched, and my heart picked back up. "Breakfast is done." Harry said. I guess we're on speaking terms now.

I opened the door, and he stood there tall and strong. I pushed past him, only to have him grab my upper arm. "I'm sorry, for earlier. Just do as I say." I just nodded, walking away from him. "I'm serious." I laughed under my breath, and sat down at the table. I made sure my glare was used full force.

He just smiled at me. Oh, the nerve he has, makes me want to cut him, slice him up. Who does he think he is? He put a plate of pancakes infront of me. and syrup. "What do you want to drink?" I wanted to roll my eyes and say water with a side of drugs, so you can take me back to Niall. "Milk." Simple, and easy. I looked at the pancakes, wondering if he would notice if I put like two more on his plate, because there's a stack of ten on mine. I ain't eating all the pancakes.

So, I took eight of them while he wasn't looking, and put them on his plate. Now, making him have a total of eighteen. He should have known better. He turned back around handing me my glass of milk, looking from me to the giant stack of pancakes. I ate acting like nothing happened. He just shook his head. "You didn't have to eat them, you know?" I'm about to go crazy on him, like he does me. "I wasn't going to ruin all the pancakes so I could just eat two." He just shrugged. Bipolar I swear. "I wouldn't have said anything to you." Yeah right. Famous last words.