SPACES [Editing]

Metaphors

"Leave. Now." He turned to me. "Please. Just...wait for me outside. Please?"

I looked at Gemma who just nodded as a response. I turned to face the door and walked towards it.

I went out of the room and leaned against the wall, waiting for Harry and Gemma to come out of the room when I heard a sound of glass shattering.

Harry Styles

I punched him hard, causing him to fall with the glass of champagne still in his hand. And I don't usually punch people, but seeing Louis's distressed face when I saw him in the room just made me want to do it.

"What the hell, Harry!" Ben shouted at me. And I don't know what happened between him and Louis, and I'm utterly confused, but I know Ben and I know how he plays mind games with people.

"Are you actually fucking demented, Ben? Kidnapping? Really?!" I said, Gemma's hands rested on my back.

"Kidnapping? Your husband's not a kid, you know. And the guy actually drove here so there's one loophole out of that police report. He's smarter than you give him credit for. Good guy." He stood up, smoothing out his shirt, trying to wipe the champagne off. Clearly not working.

"You aren't any different from dad, aren't you?" Gemma told Ben whose face immediately softened upon hearing those words. He hates our dad just as much as we did, but he's using it to his advantage. Dad gives him everything he wants just so he wouldn't leave and build his own company.

What Ben doesn't know is that he's slowly becoming like Dad who only cares about money and nothing else.

"Take that back." Was all he said to Gemma.

"It's true." Gemma said, knowing exactly what to say like she always does, and I could've sworn that I saw my half-brother weaken right in front of my eyes. I've never seen him that fragile before.

"Lay one hand on him again and I'll fucking kill you." I threatened before leaving his office. There was no use even talking to him. He's weak and he thinks that money can solve all of his problems.

I walked out, Gemma opening the door for me. "You guys will be okay?" She asked, rubbing my back.

"Yeah. Thank you." I assured her.

"Call me if anything happens, yeah?" She said and I nodded.

I broke into tears as soon as I saw Louis staring back at me. He was rubbing his hand on his wrist and I held it closer to me, examining the red marks.

I've never seen him like this before. I couldn't think about how anyone could do this to him, how anyone could make him hurt so much. What's worse is that he's trying to hide it from me, trying to pretend that the marks do not hurt at all. I could tell he's just trying to be brave for me.

"I'm sorry, I should've come faster, I'm sorry, Louis. I'm sorry." I tried fighting the tears but it's no use. I kissed his wrists, my tears falling on his hands.

"Hey, hey baby look here. Come look?" He cupped my face so I was facing him, his eyes calming me down like it always does.