Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 18

chapter 18

"Mate, don't get me into this," Zayn quickly replies, still not looking at any of the boys.

After pacing around in the room long enough, Liam walks back to the bed and sits at his previous spot, eyes on Harry and I. "And what the hoolahoop is this? Are you two together or you've just got a very naughty idea of what love really is? Because that, what you are doing to her, Harry, is not love."

It's not love. I've known that all along. I've known that since day one that Harry would never love me. The other night together had given me hope, that someday, somehow, maybe we could have a chance. That he could change. Hope is what has been making me able to say 'I'm fine' without cringing at my own words. It's what has stopped me from hitting my head on that window instead of my fist, which would've killed me instantly if I had used the same strength. But hearing these words, it's not love, by someone who actually sees it, I think that maybe I've been completely crazy all this time.

Or maybe Liam just doesn't see it. I have known for a while that I felt something stronger for Harry. It's not love but it's something. The sweet things, the remarks, the cuddles... Maybe it's not love, yet. But I like having hope.

"I don't care if you say we shouldn't be together. You don't know about the things we do," I say quietly, biting the inside of my mouth at the same time.

Harry visibly tries to stifle his smile next to me. From the corner of my eye, I can see a dimple starting to poke in beside his mouth but if Liam notices, then he doesn't say anything. "Elena, this isn't right. You've to understand that this is not a life for you. Harry has to let you go one way or another."

Dimples completely vanished with anger, Harry gets up and points his forefinger accusingly at Liam. "She is never going home, Liam. Shut up or I'll make you. Elena is mine, and she will remain mine until the day I say otherwise. I don't plan on changing my mind, just so you know."

He can't do that. "Harry," I beg numbly, my head spinning slightly at his words. "I have to go home one day." That wasn't what we'd talked about in the first place. This is not supposed to be happening.

"She's not a dog that you just adopt, Harry. She's got a life. She's got a family. You cannot keep her like a pet and keep her in the house because it's dangerous outside." Liam is right, I have to give him that. But as I realize that we're talking about my freedom, tears pool in my eyes.

I conceal the evidence of my sadness by closing my eyes when Harry's voice speaks again. "She. Is. Mine. I don't give a fuck what you think, Liam. Elena is staying here whether you like it or not."

"No I'm not," I squeal in my defense. "I can't stay here forever, Harry. You said I could go home eventually."

Harry twists his neck towards me and gives me a dark, piercing look that silently tells me to shut my mouth. Zayn still doesn't bother taking part of this, and I'm getting a little upset that he won't take my side on that one. "Elena, stop it. Now."

A stray tear rolls down the corner of my eye and I catch it swiftly with my hand before anyone notices. "But you said-"

He gives a long sigh and shouts. "I don't care what I fucking said, Elena. I lied. You're not leaving. I don't give a fuck what you have to say because you're mine. All mine."

"Fuck you, Harry," I spit, letting the tears fall freely now. One follows the other, and after seconds I can't even count. I'm almost sobbing in the middle of the room, which is ironic since just a few seconds ago I was the one trying to make peace.

He stretches his arm behind him, his palm open and ready to make contact with my face, but I close my eyes just in time. However, the slap doesn't come. I hear Liam or Zayn, I don't know which one, maybe even both, catch their breath loudly, so I open my eyes.