Orphan

Chapter 61

"Get out." I got violently awakened by Harry's voice and his arms shaking me like a damn ragdoll. "What the hell, leave me!" I frowned, my eyes adjusting to the light as I sat up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?" he growled, tugging on my arm which I pulled back, "I was sleeping Harry," I sighed staring at the livid man before me. "Oh really? In another man's bed huh? You sleeping with Zayn now too little slut?" he hissed grabbing my forearms as he tried pulling me from the room. It felt like every part of my body went numb and my eyes went blurry. All that was within me was anger. "Fuck you Harry! Don't go acting like I fucking mean jack shit to you, what a joke...in another man's bed." I scoffed, "I asked Zayn if I could take a nap in his bed since he wasn't using it and Niall would never have let me use Abigail's. If I slept in Louis' bed it would have been worse and the only other option I had was Liam, he was asleep. I needed rest, because unlike you I hadn't slept a damn wink being stuck on a couch."

"I didn't tell you to sleep on a fucking couch!" he argued balling his fists, I pushed him back. "You didn't care to call me either! I slept there so you wouldn't beat me the fuck up for something I couldn't control, you would barely listen to me, and now I know why. All I was to you was an opportunity. You made me believe you loved me, so fuck you. My back hurt, so I looked for somewhere to sleep so I wouldn't have to see you." I sniffled, crossing my arms over my chest. He simply stood there, as if what I had said meant nothing to him. "First of all, I don't give a damn about your pains, that was your choice. Second of all, whether or not you like it I own you. So march your smart ass into my room and stay there." He seemed awfully angry, I couldn't help but shudder at his tone. My voice felt weak compared to his. I stomped past him, out of the room, making my way downstairs before I got dragged back by my waist. "Let go of me you fucking psycho!" I yelled as his grip on me tightened, squeezing my ribs. I tried to claw off his arms and kick my way out of his grip while I held onto the railing. "Get in that room!" he scolded, his voice deepening while he yanked my arms off of the railing. I screamed, as he dragged my helpless body to the room, "Harry what the fuck mate?" Liam questioned, walking to the bottom of the railing, staring up at us from the bottom of the stairs. "Shut up!" he sounded pissed off.

"Tell him to let me g-o!" I yelled, my voice cracking under the pressure. Holding onto the room door. "Shut the fuck up!" Harry spat slamming his hand across my face, trying to loosen my hands. I felt the burn go throughout my face and yelped trying my best not to cry. Soon enough everyone had shown up, "Harry! What the fuck is wrong with you! She's pregnant with your fucking kid man, you're dragging her across the floor squeezing her chest like that!" Zayn yelled stepping forward, pulling me out of his grasp. My heart felt like stone in my chest, I was hyperventilating by now. "Don't you and your little whore start with me!"

"Harry what the fuck are you talking about?" Zayn questioned with furrowed eyebrows, I frowned rubbing my sides as I watched Harry chuckle to himself. "Is it even mine? Can't be. No one else got pregnant, somehow, she did? No."

"I didn't sleep with anyone!" I cried out, his eyes went wild. "Don't fucking lie to me! What you did with Louis is inexcusable!"

"I didn't do it because I wanted to! I did what I had to, to save someone I loved, because I cared! Something you will never be capable of! I should never have trusted you, I should have stayed when I had the chance. I should have let you rot in prison and I never should have fallen for you! I hate you!" I cried, lunging at him, but Niall's arms holding me back restricted the action. "Watch it." He spoke through a clenched jaw, I shoved him off and took whatever strength I had left in my body walking away. "Monique." His voice came in a single hushed tone. I stopped in my tracks, not bothering to turn around. "You either get the fuck in that room. Or you get in a body bag. That is the only way you're leaving this place."

Everything was quiet, except for my breathing. My body was trembling, if I wasn't shaking before I was definitely shaking now. I turned around slowly, looking up at him from where he stood up the staircase. I back tracked walking upstairs slowly, past everyone. I walked to the room and closed the door sitting down on the bed, bringing my knees to my chest letting out a shaky sigh. "What you did is inexcusable." Harry's voice had come in way before he physically had, he stepped inside and closed the door crossing his arms over his chest. "I didn't do anything. I swear." I whispered looking up at him, while he stared back at me as if waiting for a reaction. "How do I know that?"

"I guess you don't, because you've hurt me so many times, but I trust you with my life, even after you threatened to take it away from me. And I did one thing to save someone I loved, and you pin me for life." I frowned looking at the plain white sheets that rested underneath me, anything was a better distraction from his eyes right now. "Loved?" he repeated, anxious to hear the answer.

"After he did what he did, I let go of him. For you. Because that's what you do when you love someone, but you'd know nothing of that." I sighed, he walked closer forcing me to look at him. "Can you stop saying that!"

"It's true Harry!"

"No, it's not! I love you of course I fucking do. Or you'd be on the street by now, I would never have done half the shit I do for you if I didn't." he was dangerously close now, I backed up and moved away from his body. "Tell that to every lie you've ever told me to get what you wanted. Starting with this." I huffed throwing his ring back at him. He flinched as it hit his chest slightly harder than I had intended, he looked from his chest to me and my heart was at a standstill. "Fine," he mumbled sliding the ring on his finger, "It's on see."

I frowned shaking my head turning away, he held onto my ankles sliding me down, so I was under him while he leant over the bed. He slid his fingers between mine tapping our rings together lightly staring at me. "That better?" he questioned raising his eyebrow. I stared at the ring and watched the vein from his fingers travel up into his arms which flexed on each side of my body. My eyes landed on his neck, and I froze there for a second. "What?" he asked, tilting his head slightly curious. "The ring you can slip off whenever you want to. That won't change a thing. I want to mark you." I smirked, his eyes narrowed at me. "Mark me?"

I nodded, "So everyone can see. And you have to promise not to lay a finger on me anymore."

"I don't do hickeys. I do back scratching. But I don't do hickeys." He stated plainly, I shrugged. "You told me you'd kill me if I didn't come to the room, you say you love me, you get jealous if I'm too close to other men. So, if you really love me, you'd let the world know you have me, you're too embarrassed to wear your ring, you get angry when people bring it up. If you really love me, I mark you and you treat me like a human being. Promise me." He closed his eyes and dropped his head sighing. "Fucks sakes...fine."

I smiled sitting up, he grinned slightly sitting on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. "Don't go overboard." He warned placing his hands on my hips, I pressed a kiss to his neck and bit down on it softly, his breathing slowed down, and his hands tightened. I sucked on the delicate skin continuously, he let out a throaty groan leaning back against the headboard. His scent alone could drive me mad, the way he angered and scared me and protected me all at once, messed with my head constantly. The more I thought about it the more worked up I got, I pulled away staring at the dark purple bruise, his eyes had opened in what seemed like forever. He was breathing heavily, watching me. I placed my lips at his neck once more, ravishing whatever piece of skin I could find. "If you don't stop, your mouths going to be sucking on other parts of me too." He growled pressing up against me. Only then had I realised just how much I was moving on him, his hard on nearly fully erect against my thigh. "Well...then I guess I should stop then." I smiled getting off of him, getting up putting on my pyjamas and laying down. "You think you're nice, but you're a dick." He rolled his eyes laying down. I chuckled, "You promised."