Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

The best day was when I got to talk to him on the phone. Lou wasn't allowed to stay with me but she did anyway. We watched a movie while she streaked my hair with a platinum blond dye that she'd bought at Tesco, which is apparently a very small Wal-Mart. Lou stayed right by my side when I held the phone, I thought she was even going to hold it to my ear for me. Harry's voice was comforting and I missed hearing it. He sounded tired but he didn't seem bothered at all to talk to me. I didn't mention the post-its since Lou was listening closely to our conversation, and the type of conversation Harry and I were having could've taken a drastic turn from there. I also didn't mention my new hair, even though I should've asked for his approval. It was nice, though. Possibly the best hairstyle I've had in years.

When Lou left, I stayed by the door to inhale some fresh air from the outside. I got to feel a breeze before she closed it and locked the several blocks from the outside with the key she owned. I did the same with Zayn. He stopped by for an hour on the third fourth day, saying he had some place to be downtown and wanted to see if I was all right. His kindness made me emotional, since he didn't look like the type of person to be so sweet and caring. His tattoos showed a tough carapace but he was nothing like that. We talked about everything except Harry. I tried getting on the subject twice but he'd always change for it for music or something else, so I gave up and followed his conversation topics. When he left, I stayed by the door until the last breath of nature ran in the house. The rest of the week was a blur. All I'd done was work out and sleep, which wasn't much. I cleaned the house yesterday but it wasn't dirty to begin with.

I'm expecting Harry to come back today but he hasn't given me a specific time. I spent more time than usual in the mirror after my bath, just so I wouldn't look as disgusting as I do. My skin is pale, practically white and see-through. I've lost more weight in five days than I have in my entire life and my ribcage is extremely noticeable. Even my wrists are smaller, my fingers bony. I've gone a little too far with the working out/no eating thing, but I can't help it. It hurts, but the pain feels better than the reality I'm in. If it hadn't been for the blood in my puke this morning, I would've been on the treadmill longer, but I figured it was better for my sake that I stopped. At least for today.

The house is clean and dinner is ready. I made lasagna with a homemade sauce I remember my mom making when I was younger. It's simple, yet delicious. Now I just have to wait until Harry gets home. I made enough lasagna for the whole band in case they decided to crash for the night, but I highly doubt it. So I wait on the sofa.

I realize I fell asleep when I hear the door closing loudly in the lobby. I'm still on the sofa and it hasn't been this long since it still smells like lasagna in the house. I can't see Harry from here but the way his feet trail across the floor, his boots leaving loud footsteps, I know it's him. I hear him drop his bag on the floor and when he finally appears in the doorway, I'm surprised to see a different person.

It's Harry. It's still him. I don't know who else it would be, but he isn't the Harry who left a week ago. Hell, he isn't even the Harry who talked to me on the phone three days ago. He's in a straight posture, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows low. Even from across the room, I can see his teeth clenched and his jaw hard.

Innocently, and a little bit scared, I get up and directly run to him. He smells just the same and he hasn't grown an inch. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him tight as my cheek presses on his chest. He smells good. "Harry, I've missed you."

However, he doesn't return the hug. I expected him to put his arms around me, to rest his chin against my head and tell me he missed me too. I was hoping maybe he'd tell me he loved me, since he still had no idea I heard him that night in the woods. I had all this fantasy in my head of how today would go, but this was not part of it. His body is rigid and he isn't moving.

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes when Harry attaches his hands to my arms and pulls me away. "You little lying bitch," he seethes through his teeth.

"What?" I ask, my voice cracking mid-sentence. He looks at me with disgust as he lets go of my arms and wipes his hands on his dark jeans. "Harry, I - I..."

"Shut up, Elena," he yells angrily, clutching his hands into fists. "Just shut the fuck up before I fucking slap your mouth shut." I take a couple of steps back, intimidated as he towers me with all his height. He isn't the same Harry as a week ago, but he's the same Harry as a month ago. His eyes are the same shape and color as the night he raped me: dark, narrowed, careless. I half expect him to start laughing, even though it would be a terrible joke, but he doesn't. "You're going to pay for fucking with me like that."

His words sting as much as the burn on my cheek seconds later.

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Chapter End Notes:

Good evening dolls! How are you today?

Now! I updated earlier than expected cause I couldn't wait any longer but to be honest I didn't want to. Because the vote goal hadn't been reached so I decided I wouldn't do them anymore!! But it still made me sad....

So, what do you guys think will happen?! :-)

Dark Harry is back!!!!

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-katexx

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