She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 25

"Where have you been?" I was asked as soon as I walked into the room. I was a little hazy, and I was supposed to go home with Sofia, but she went home with some guy. 

"Out," I said, throwing my purse on the couch. "Sofia wanted to celebrate her birthday."

"You smell like alcohol." He said, walking over to me.

"Likewise." I laughed, but he was not amused. I stood straighter, looking up at him. "I told you we went to celebrate her birthday."

"At a club?"

"A bar." I corrected, trying to push past him to get changed, but his hand found my arm. I looked up at him in annoyance.

"You know how I feel about--"

"Don't fucking touch me," I said, pulling my arm out of his grip. "It was my best friend's birthday. I'm there for her, not to sleep around."

"Like the slut she is. You are who you hang out with."

"Well, you must be speaking from experience." I tried to push past him again, but he gripped me harder.

"Hey! I'm not doing this with you tonight! How many guys hit on you at the bar?"

"No one!" I shouted back, pushing him off of me. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. Before I could open the fridge fully, he slammed it shut, making me gasp and flinch. I looked up at him.

"You're a slut. I have a reputation to keep up!"

"Then go find someone else, Alex!" I shouted. He scoffed, looking around, then pointing at me.

"You can't convince me that you didn't flirt with anyone. I know you."

"I'm not you. I don't fucking cheat every damn month like you do!" I yelled, slamming my hand down on the counter. 

"Yeah, well, they're a lot better than you are." He tried to snap at me. I chuckled, shaking my head. "What, you think you're better than me? Do you think your little dream of being an actress will give you everything you hoped for? Sorry to break it to you, Ev, but you're not talented enough for that. Without my name next to yours, you're not going anywhere in life."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you! You will never get anywhere without my help or someone else. You're a fame seeker. A gold digger."

"Go to hell!"

"Being with you is just like it!"

"Then find someone else!" He threw his hand, pushing a glass vase off of the counter. It shattered on the floor, making me gasp and flinch again. I backed up as he stepped closer to me.

"I don't want anyone else! You are so stupid!" He yelled in my face. I felt tears build in my eyes, but I wasn't going to show him. He backed away, shaking his hand from the water that flew out. "Clean that shit up." He said, slamming the door. 

More pounding.

Pounding.

Pounding.

I shot up, feeling my heart beat against my chest. I was breathing heavily and gripped my chest in anxiety. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to relax. It was just a dream.

"Shit," I whispered as more pounding sounded. Harry wrapped his arm around me tighter as if even in his sleep, he was comforting me. I didn't know what time it was, but someone was pounding on Harry's front door. I could barely open my eyes, but when I did, I noticed Harry was knocked out beside me, snoring slightly. His arm was trapping me as it lay across my abdomen and I groaned as I turned slightly, not wanting to wake Harry up.