From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 7..Here Comes Hate

(Jacquelines P.O.V.)

I woke up and pulled off my blanket, I was completely naked! I turned to my right and lifted up Harrys blanket, he was naked too! Then again, that’s normal for him but not me! I had a flashback to last night and realized i was so tired i must have just fallen asleep without putting my clothes back on. I got up and threw on a pair of purple sweat pants and a light gray tee. I went down stairs and started brewing coffee. I reached for a pan and two others fell out making a bunch of noise. I put the pans back and put the one i need on the stove. I created a pancake batter and poured it into the pan. While they cooked I poured my coffee into a mug that said ‘I <3 One Direction.’ across it. I added two spoonfuls of sugar and hazelnut creamer into my coffee. I sipped it, hot and delicious! I grabbed a glass plate out of the cupboard and stacked five pancakes on it and turned off the stove. I set the pancakes on the table along with two other plates and forks, the doorbell rang. I went to the door and looked out the peephole, it was a “fan” with a sign. Which read “Go die SLUT! You  don’t deserve Harry!” I heard a drawer close from upstairs - Harry was up. I felt my eyes well up, I was shaking, I ran to the kitchen and reached a knife, doing so I knocked over the cup of coffee, it went everywhere. I picked up the car keys and ran to the car. I got into the passenger seat and curled into a ball and the tears poured out. “Why can’t people accept me as Harrys? Hating me won’t make him love them!” I repeated to myself as I held the knife to my wrist. I started to push the knife into my wrist, when the garage door opened. I got startled and threw the knife, i covered my face and began to cry. Harry ran at the car, I locked the doors and picked up the knife. Harry began to cry and scream “Jacqueline why are you doing this? STOP!” He repeated as he punched the window. He kicked the window which put a hole big enough for him to reach through. He unlocked the car and ripped open the door. Harry took the knife out of my hand and I saw he cut his arm open when he reached through the broken glass. I screamed “I did this!! I’m so stupid!” as I kicked the dashboard, tears streaming down my face. I took off my shirt and wiped the blood away from his arm and jumped into his arms, I wouldn’t let him go. “Go in the house now.” He said, my lips quivered and I stopped hugging him and looked down at him on his knees, his hands on his head as he breathed heavy and angry. He slowly turned to me and locked eyes with me, “NOW!” He screamed at me. I turned around and ran into the house and sat down on the couch. Seconds later harry came in “Why did you try to do this?” He asked me.

“Go to the front door and look what’s on the porch.” I replied. He walked to the door “Fuck! This is bullshit!” He screamed. He went outside and came back in slamming the door, I flinched. I looked down at my wrist and began to cry, he threw down the poster and came over to me. “Jacqueline! Don’t you ever believe that’s what you deserve!” He told me as he wiped my tears and I nodded.

“Harry how did you know where I was?” I asked him.

“When I came down the stairs the coffee was spilt and when i walked over there, there were drips of blood on the counter and coffee foot prints lead to the garage. On the door handle was another blood drop. Since the doorbell rang I thought someone came in and hurt you. That’s what made sense because there was also blood. Then I saw you with the knife, I thought you cut yourself.” He explained. I stammered and stumbled “B-but how was there blood? I never c-cut myself..” I flipped over my hand and saw my pinky had a small cut. “Harry I swear I didn’t do it on purpose, when I was getting the knife I was shaking and probably accidentally cut myself and I-” He cut me off and took my hands

“Shh. It’s okay i believe you.” He told me. I looked into his eyes and kissed him softly, “I’d never leave you like that Harry.” I explained to him.

“I trust you baby girl.” He replied.