Amethyst || H.S.

Chapter 15

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You're a liability
You're a little much for me

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Warning- Panic attack

Viola's Pov-

I grip the door handle of my apartment with sweaty hands, my heart feeling like it's going to pop out of my chest.

I take off both of the hands from doorknob and them over sides of my skirt wiping the sweat off. Harry stands beside me not doing anything which is the most he can do.

He's been my only distraction whole time and a damn good one, even made me laugh which is unusual normally let alone times like this.

I don't realize how much hold my father has over me until it's time like this. Everytime I face him I feel like all my wounds are ripped open and I bleed more and more everytime.

"You remember what you have to do right?" I ask Harry looking at him sideways seeing him nod in my peripheral vision.

"Okay fuck this" I mutter under my breath silently opening the door. I step inside the apartment Harry doing same behind me shutting the door silently.

As I can't have Harry or anyone in front of my dad because it will just give him one more reason to taunt me, say that I'm not worthy of doing anything alone and I always need someone around me.

There is also a fair chance of him using Harry against me and I don't him to get in trouble.

"Never thought I will have to get in there again" I hear him say sarcastically sighing deeply.

"Twerp" I whisper shoving him inside the closet near entrance sliding the door close leaving enough space for him to breath.

Before I can close the door fully Harry stops it with his hand, pulling me towards him, kissing my cheek quickly.

"You got this" he says closing the door. I stare at him wide-eyed for a few seconds, my cheeks probably flushed.

I swear this man will kill me one day.

Clearing my throat I move towards the living room, my anxiety going through roof. I pray to her to cause a magical fire or give him a heart attack for all I care about, do anything to get him out of here.

Just as I step inside I see him standing near my sage couch in his overly expensive blue suit examining all the photos I have hung up on my living room wall. I don't have alot most of them are in my box or hung in my room. Some random ones of me, Gillian and Zayn and a few of Louis are here.

The sound of my heels clicking gets his attention. He turns his head towards me looking at me up and down in a disappointed manner.

It's always is, I'm always the disappointment aren't I father?

"You're 10 minutes late" He says sitting down on my couch knitting his fingers in front of him.

"Well father the traffic doesn't work on my will" I say giving a chipped smile. Even if it did I would still be late. Not on purpose ofcourse.