Being Mrs. Styles

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Clementine’s POV

 

My eyes fluttered open slowly, I waited for Harry to press a kiss on my forehead, but instead I was met by his steady breathing, blowing ever so slightly onto my nose. I crinkled it slightly; morning breath wasn’t appealing no matter how hot the guy was.

I finally opened my eyes, letting out a gasp. I could feel the color draining from my face. I looked down slightly, before closing my eyes and letting fresh tears fall from my face.

I lay there, naked and cold, my face and pillow slowly getting wetter and wetter.

Is it possible to drown yourself in your own tears? ‘Cause that’s what I’m going for.

I must have cried a little too loud, because Louis’s eyes fluttered open meeting mine.

“Good morning love.” He smiled, wrapping his arms firmly around my waist and pulling me towards him, making my bare body press against his.

“Stop.” I said, struggling to push back, only for him to slam me against his chest.

“I worked out a lot of prison.” He laughed, stroking my hair.

“Why do you do this?” I cried “I don’t understand, why can’t you just be normal and get laid at a bar or something.” He laughed, planting a kiss on my lips.

“Now where is the fun in that?” He asked once he pulled away.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you something.” He said, standing quickly and picking up a pair of boxers from the floor.

We were in a dirty apartment, it was disgusting. Dirt was matted on the wall, the bed I laid on smelt horridly, and the sheets had cigarette burns all in them.
“Oh, I suppose you need clothes.” He laughed, I didn’t respond, making him shrug “Or not, that’s fine with me.”

“No.” I said, rising up. “I want to go home, now.” I said.

“Oh babe, this is your home now.” He cooed, throwing a T-Shirt at me.

“No, I want to be with Harry, and Aiden.” I said, tears falling from my eyes.

He laughed slightly, sitting next to me and taking my hand in his.

“We can make our own family.” He pulled slightly on the sheet, making it fall only a little, revealing a little cleavage. I knew he had seen it all before, on multiple occasions, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

“I don’t want a family with you.” I spat. “I want nothing to do with you.”

His face turned cold, he slammed his lips onto mine, making me fall back onto the bed.

“Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.”

Harry’s POV

 

My leg bounced uncontrollably, as I waited for the police to give me answers.

Niall and Eleanor had come; they agreed to stay with me until this was over, while Liam, Josie and Zayn stayed together with Aiden and Ethan, in attempts to keep them safe. We had security guards surrounded every inch of my house, as well as Liam’s.

“It will be okay, Harry.” Eleanor tried to sooth.

“No, it won’t.” I said, standing to my feet and pacing the room. “It won’t be as long as she’s with him.”

“We’re working on it, Mr. Styles.” One of the officers said.

“Well work harder, that’s my wife!” I yelled, making him flinch back.

Niall placed a hand on my shoulder and I closed my eyes.

“Sorry, I- I’m sorry.” I said, before stomping up the staircase and slamming the door shut to my room.

I picked up the lamp and threw it against the door, watching it shatter into a million pieces. I threw myself onto the bed, grabbing Clementine’s pillow and holding it to my face, taking in her scent as I cried.

I cried for what seemed like years, waiting for someone to come and tell me they found her, that it was all going to be okay, but no one ever came.

I finally wiped my tears, grabbing the laptop from underneath the side table I turned it on, waiting for the screen to light up.

If the cops weren’t going to make finding Clementine a first priority, then I would.

I would find her myself.

And when I did.

I would kill Louis Tomlinson.