You & I (BP Sequel) Harry Styles Love Story

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"Hey Rachel, its me, errrr, Harry. No one ever knows who it is when you say me..." He nervously laughs. "...Anyway im leaving another message. I hope you got my other messages and call me back please..."

"Hey Rachel, its Harry again, you know the one you kicked out the other day..."

"Hey Rachel, its Harry again, why did you kick me out for no reason? It was so random. You just told me to leave, god your annoying..."

"I didnt mean to call you annoying in the last message, sorry...."

"For Fuck Sake Rachel. Answer your damn phone...."

"I just want answers, please...."

"FUCKING HELL RACHEL ANSWER YOUR PHONE OR CALL ME BACK! ALL I WANT ARE ANSWERS TO WHY YOU KICKED ME?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!..."

"You know what i give up i dont know what to do anymore, ive left like 50 messages and you havent answered. Bye Rachel..." 

That was the last message i got on my phone from Harry. He gave up like he said. And he was close saying thate he left 50 messages because he left 57. I know he deserves answers but that would mean telling him Thomas beats me and i cant do that. 

I look on the media everyday to see what Harry is doing on his break but he hasnt done much fron what the media says. He left them messages 2 days again which was the day after i kicked him out. The day after i got knocked out by Thomas. I was knocked out for a whole day. When i woke up i was still on the kitchen floor, Thomas hadnt moved me somewhere comfortable. I knew he wouldnt, he hates me, i hate him. Its simples. We havent spoken much. me and Thomas. He comes home with or without dad, depends. We have dinner and then he beats me for no reason. We go to bed and the next morning i wake up, his gone and i clean. Its the same routine like before. Just the beating is worst and that was probably my fault but i didnt care. Yes i was still self harming. More than normal now and i'm surprised im not dead yet. To be honest I would rather be dead, than here right now. I had brusies all over my body. Anywhere you look you will see a bruise and i couldnt do anything about it. Make up just covered the ones on my face, so when i went out people wouldnt give me dodgey looks. I just wear baggy clothes now, so that no one can see the bruises on my body or my cuts. 

"RACHEL WHERES THE DINNER!" Thomas shouted. I looked at the clock and saw he was half an hour early home from work. 

"Well, your early, i was going to start it now" I said and as i walked out of the livingroom Thomas slammed me against the wall. 

"Dont talk back to me."

"sorry that is how a conversation works" I sassed back and got a slap in the face like normal. 

"Go do the dinner now" He pushed me and i fell to my knees. I slowly got up and walked into the kitchen to do dinner, which was a simple pasta dish. 

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That night Thomas didnt beat me straight after dinner like normal. I was ready for it. But when he went up stairs to shower, i was confused. I stayed in the kitchen looking at the door, just waiting. 

After 10 minutes i heard the shower turn off and stood steps down the stairs and soon Thomas was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Here it comes. 

"Oh look, youre just waiting, arent you?" He said smirking

"Why else would i be standing here?" I sassed back and his smirked widened. 

"Youve been such a bad girl, talking back and even trying to hit me." He said and i smirked remembering the time i hit him. 

"So you hit me but i cant hit you?" I said and he nodded

"Yep thats how it is. Now come here" He said walking forward a bit and when i didnt move, he grapped my wrist tightly.

Tears come to my eyes has he was sqeezing my cuts, really hard, and it hurt.

"Oh dont start crying now, worst is coming" He chuckled before hitting me round the face. 

He let go off my arm and i tried to escape but he grapped me and throw me against the wall. My back hit the wall and i fell to the floor. 

"Dont try and escape, okay?"

He pulled me up by my throat until my feet werent touching the floor. 

"Do you hear me?" He said and i nodded.

He dropped me to the floor again and i landed with a thump. He kicked me in the gut a couple of times before waling towards a draw. I got really confused. Why was he going towards a draw, in the kitchen? He never does this. He beats me and then goes to bed, so why is he going towards a draw. I watched him from the floor curiously. The draw slowly opened and he looked at me with a smirk before pulling what he was looking for out of the draw. A knife.. 

He shut the draw and looked at me before walking towards me with the knife in his hand. Why did he have a knife? Did he wanna kill me? I know im better off dead but i never thought it would be like this. My eyes were filled with fear as he got closer and closer to me, with each step. He bent down so his mouth was right near my ear and the knife slowly dragged round under my chin, not cutting me yet. 

"So wont hurt one bit, if you dont move. I promise it will all be over soon" He whispered. 

In that moment i kicked him in the balls but it was already to late. As he groaned from the pain of being kicked, he stabbed the knife into my lower gut. I screamed as loud as i could but no one was going to hear me. 

I put my hands down to where the knife was. As i lifted my hand i saw my blood on my hands. I tried to stop it but i was getting weaker. 

"Please" I cried to Thomas, who was standing over me, as i cried on the floor bleeding. 

Before i could say anything else i blacked out, to Thomas calling someone.