Struggle | H.S | AU |

Thirty Three|

I turned around to see Harry standing there with pure rage on his face, normally this would scare the living daylight out of me but I'm sick of being the weak little girl, so no more. "JEEZ YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME! " I yelled back, which wasn't the brightest idea but hey he really scared me by suddenly slamming the door.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THOSE PEOPLE?!" He was still yelling, which started to annoy me, why couldn't he talk normal? "What's it to you?!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest but he wasn't having it. He walked over to me but I refused to walk back. "I can't tell you!" he said through clenched teeth, which made me fucking mad. I mean he doesn't want me to be with him and I don't really want to be around him either but when I try to make new friends he is still giving me a hard time.

"Well if you can't tell me then just leave already!" I pointed to the door but he narrowed his eyes at me and came even closer, to intimidate me. "Are you going to that party?" how did he know about that party? I didn't even know they knew him. Yes okay Ally knew Niall but that was different. Right? "Yes, I'm going why?" I shrugged because I didn't see the problem. "You can't go there." I rolled my eyes because this was getting ridiculous.

"Why not Harry?" I asked with a sigh. "I can't tell you but believe me it's safer if you stay away from them." I was already walking to my door, which I opened. I really wasn't in the mood to hear him narking at me like that. "Leave!" I told him but he shook his head. "No!" He was really pushing my buttons right now.

"If you don't leave, I will call the cops." I said whilst crossing my arms again and I saw the eternal battle behind his green eyes. He walked towards me but instead of going away he grabbed me by my face and pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't help but moan a bit. I know I should push him away but a few seconds longer, wouldn't hurt anyone right?" Wait! What am I doing? My head finally caught up and I quickly pushed him away, slapping him in the process.

I quickly took a few steps back because he was now holding his cheek, which was really red, I was already fearing for my life and as I took a defensive stance he just stormed out instead of hitting me. What the hell was that all about? I didn't really have a lot of time because with all this weird stuff going on I totally forgot the time and I really had to hurry now if I wanted to look decent for this party. I quickly took a shower and put on a nice black dress, which wasn't something, you would wear to dinner or to school but just something in-between. It was shorter then my normal dresses and there was more lace. I put on my high heels and also had more make-up on then I would normally wear. I curled my hair for this occasion, which took me the longest amount of time. When that was finally done it was already half past 8, so I really need to hurry.

Thank god for cars. I made my way to James house and as I suspected it was a normal frat party, There were cars everywhere and the house was full of people, that I didn't know, which made this even worse or maybe not. I walked up the stairs and entered the house without knocking because to be fair, they wouldn't hear the bell with this noise going on. I entered the house and was immediately welcomed by Bradley, if I was correct. He was standing there with a smirk on his face, which send shivers down my spine.

"Welcome to the part love, let's get you a drink." He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me towards the kitchen and handed me a red solo cup. "Over there you can get beer." He pointed to the keg that was standing in the middle of the living room, which looked absolutely trashed. I was wondering if he lived here with his parents because if my parents would see the house in this condition, they would kill me.

"So uhm, does uhm James live here alone or?" I asked politely but Bradley caught up with me fast. "Ah you are wondering if he ever cleans up the house." He joked, at least I thought he was joking. "Well yes and no because it looks disgusting." He interrupted me by putting his finger against my lips, I wanted to pull away from his touch but he tightened his hold on my arm.

"I would shut up if I were you, princess." He sounded nothing like the nice guy i met earlier today and this was the darkness I saw in him. "Why would I do that?" I asked him on this he narrowed his eyes, which should be warning enough. "Because I'm trying to do my best in being polite to you and you just insulted my best friend." he said threatening.

"It was not my intention to insult anyone, just relax." I finally got my arm out of his hold when I noticed that the music was turned off. I looked around to see everyone staring at Bradley and me. "Why are they staring at us?" I asked, whilst a fear made it's way into my body. "Why indeed, you know I can't tell you yet love." He whispered into my ear and suddenly I felt really afraid. I was almost wishing that Harry was here but to my own fault I chased him away.

"Guy's turn on that music." James said out of nowhere. I wasn't paying attention to Bradley when I felt something sharps hit my arm. "What the.." I looked down to see, Bradley drag a knife over my arm. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO BRADLEY!" I yelled at him only to get laughed at. I felt scared and angry at the same time and before I knew it I had hit Bradley in the face, with so much force that he had to take a few steps back because of the impact.

When I realised what I had done, I ran for dear life to my car and drove away much too fast, luckily I didn't get caught. I screeched to a stop when I drove onto my driveway. I almost jumped out of my car and ran back inside. It was dark and I welcomed that. I quickly went into my bathroom to get bandages and some stuff to clean the cut. It was a nasty looking cut and I probably needed some stitches but I couldn't go to the hospital so I just had to fix this myself. Which wasn't easy, as he had cut my right arm. I really shouldn't complain though because it could've been much worse.

After I fixed myself up I went to bed and closed my eyes trying to forget what happened and I wondered why Bradley had done that. Alright I maybe insulted his friend but the house was really looking disgusting and I'm not going to lie for anyone. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM!?" Someone shouted into my ear, well that's what it sounded. God I had a headache, where the hell did that come from, it's not like I even got the change to drink something.

"ANNA, WAKE UP!" The person was still yelling at me, I turned to my other side. "Go away." I mumbled sleepily but the person who was bothering me, wasn't going to let me sleep as he was shaking me like crazy.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" I was still not sure that I was awake, when I opened my eyes. "What, Where am I?" I was really confused and still not fully awake. "SNAP OUT OF IT." That's when his hand connected with my face but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. "ALL RIGHT, JEEZ I'M AWAKE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" I yelled back, officially pissed off.

"I NEED YOU TO TELL ME , WHO DID THAT TO YOUR ARM!" He grabbed my arm, which hurt like hell. "Alright stop shouting already!" I opened my eyes only to stare in green ones. Harry, why would he be here? "Tell me then!" He urged.

"It doesn't concern you Harry." I told him, as he was the one who did;t want to be in my life and to be honest he sucked at staying away because from the moment he wrote me that letter, he had been bothering me even more than he would usually do.

"It does, you still don't get it do you, you are mine and whenever someone hurts you, they have to pay." He sounded cold and dangerous but somehow I wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. "God Harry I was just really clumsy and I fell." I lied, why I did;t know but I still lied to him, which he knew of course.

"You are lying and you know it." He outed me straight away, apparently he wasn't the one for playing games. "I'm not lying, so please go away." this wasn't helping in any way but I just didn't want to tell him. "I will when you show my what it looks like." That was an odd thing to ask. "No it has to heal." I tried to pull my arm free but he was letting go.

"I don't care, let me see!" He wasn't even asking anymore. "No!" He wasn't having it though and he grabbed my arm even tighter, which hurt even more and I was on the verge of complaining when he started to undo the bandage and I was watching his eyes getting darker and darker. It was now filled with pure rage, It made me curious to see why he was so angry, so I looked down and saw that it wasn't a normal cut but it was some kind of symbol.

"Harry, what is that?" I asked curious but I also felt fear when he said.

"You have been marked!"