Conflicted (H.S)

Chapter 8

“Tell me something happy,” I whispered into the crook of Harry’s neck.

“Well the boys and I are going on tour in Ap-“

“April. I know, I’ve got tickets to see you guys at Wembley in June,” I replied sheepishly.

Harry laughed loudly and I felt his body rumble beneath me as I hid my embarrassment in his neck.

Our giggling fit was interrupted by the waitress clearing her throat. Attempting to remove myself from Harry’s lap in a deeper pool of embarrassment, firm hands wrapped themselves around my hips and tugged me back into his lap. His left hand released my hip and began rearranging the table so that there was enough room for both of our plates on our side of the table.

Shooting us a strange look, the waitress placed our food on the table in front of us and my heart pounded against my chest at my close proximity with Harry. Putting both hands back on my hips, Harry adjusted my body slightly so that I was facing the table yet still placed firmly in his lap. Picking up my knife and fork, I pass Harry his, and we began eating.

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Harry and I strolled hand-in-hand up my driveway and to my front door.

“Thank you for a wonderful lunch, Harry,” I broke the comfortable silence that we’d slipped into after we left the restaurant.

“My pleasure, love,” he answered with a cheeky smile, and my heart fluttered at the sight, “Are you busy on Tuesday night?”

“Not that I know of, why?” I replied inquisitively.

“Well, there’s this Syco dinner thing that the boys and I have to attend to celebrate the beginning of the new tour, and I really want to see you again so I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” A hopeful look plastered on his face.

“Harry, I’d absolutely love to!”

At my words, Harry’s face lit up with glee.

“Alright, I’ll call you later and we can sort out the details, ok?” I nodded fiercely. 

Placing a swift kiss on my cheek, Harry departed and the post-date bliss was flowing too heavily through my veins to take note of the fact that the door was already unlocked.

Walking into my living room, my relaxed state is dimmed at the stench of alcohol flooding around my house and burning my nose, and its completely shattered at the sight of Jesse planted on my couch, a bottle of vodka firmly in his grasp.

“Well isn’t he just the perfect gentlemen, hmm? The sweet, cliché, departing kiss on the cheek. Ahhhh, young love,” a sarcastic grin on Jesse’s face as venom dripped from his words.

“How the fuck did you get in my house, asshole?” I deadpanned.

“Still got my key, love,” he slurred, “So, how does he fuck?”

“Excuse me?!” shock and horror present on my face.

“I said,” he drunkenly attempted to remove from the couch, “how does he fuck? He can’t be better than me, surely.”

“What makes you sure that I’ve had sex with him?” I sassily reply

“Oh please, you’re you and he looks like he gets quite busy…” it takes a few seconds for the offensive feeling inside me to wear off.

“You’re one to talk. How is the blonde bimbo, anyway?” I replied in a sardonic manner.

“A great fuck, believe me. You should see the things she can do with her-“

“Alright, that’s enough! Now get out before I call the police.”

“You won’t”

“Really?” I replied, reaching for my phone, only to notice that its not in my back pocket.

“A bit jealous are we? Jealous that she’s the one I’m screwing into oblivion and not you?” a cruel expression gracing his features.

“Please, for the love of god, just shut your trap and leave”

Fear struck my heart as he suddenly lunged forward and pinned me to the wall, my hands clasped tightly in his grasp, a sharp pain shooting down my arms.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT SINCE YOU THREW ME OUT ON MY ASS!”

“Jess-“

“SHUT UP, YOU WHORE!”

 A loud whimper of pain and fear escaped my lips as one of his hands slipped from my wrists and found purchase around my throat, tightening his grip on my wrists and digging his hips deeper into my own.

Three sharp knocks on the front door sliced through the tense atmosphere of the living room. 

Harry's P.O.V.

Driving away from Kira’s house, there’s a huge grin plastered on my face and there is nothing that can pull me from the high that I experience purely being in her presence.

Stopping at a set of traffic lights, I glanced down, noticing Kira’s phone perched in the centre console. Making a split-second decision, I make a U-turn and head back to Kira’s home.

Pulling into the driveway, I get out of the car and shuffle to the front door, my shoes disrupting the dirt beneath my feet. Bring my hand up to the door, my knuckles produce three sharp knocks as they meet the door.