"Harry will never change for anyone. Ever."
Eleanor's P.O.V.
"Ow! Be careful!" I snapped at Louis as he shoved me out of the car door.
"Hurry up, then." He growled under his breath, and I had the urge to kick him in the shin.
I stopped walking, not to piss him off, but I wanted to know what crawled up his ass. Louis has been ignoring me since the whole car ride, and every time I bragged him about it, he tells me to be quiet.
Louis spun on his heel and glared at me. "What are you doing?" he said, tilting his head to the side as he stopped walking.
"What is up with you?" You were normal in the morning." I shrugged, "Louis, is something wrong? Did I do something?"
Louis shook his head. "No, no." He said softly and shook his head, looking at the ground whilst taking a few steps towards me. "Of course not. After all, I'm the murdering bastard, here."
What the hell? "What does that mean?" I moaned, clearly frustrated. "Yeah, you're a criminal but I know how you are on the inside."
"You mean heartless?" Louis suggested, narrowing his blue eyes. "Cruel? Dangerous? I can't believe you actually thought of me like that even after I treated you nicely." The boy took steps towards me until our faces were only an inch apart. "Did you ever see the way Harry treated Evelyn?" Louis questioned, glaring into my eyes. I watched back, waiting for what he was going to say. "Hm? That day we robbed the bank; she was there, tied in the car because Harry didn't want to lose her."
Louis climbed up the stairs in front of his house. I didn't follow, just watched as he opened the door with a key. He turned around with a sigh, "Harry is a possessive bastard, but do you-" he dabbed a finger in my direction, "-really think I'm as bad as him?" When I didn't answer, Louis threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Dammit, Eleanor! You just said you knew me on the inside! I trusted you! I thought, Maybe if I be nice she will dare to like me someday, and then... you call me a murdering bastard! It hurt me!"
"I never called you that!" I screamed back frowning. "I know you aren't like that on the inside! If you were, then why the fuck will you be so incredible and nice to me? Stop making up bullshit about my thoughts about you. You kidnapped me, forced yourself into my life but I'm happy now."
Louis laughed humorlessly. "That isn't for you to decide." He said bluntly, a fake smile on his hurt face. "I heard you tell Evelyn to stay away from me."
Before I can reply, Louis' eyes squinted. "Fuck," he breathed, "I forgot my phone at Harry's place."
Louis grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house. "What are you doing?" I shrieked and watched from the window as he locked the door. "Louis!" I bashed my hands against the door. "Let me come with you!"
Ugh, what the hell?
Evelyn's P.O.V.
Instead of bringing me into the room we were in before, Harry stumbled up the stairs, dragging me with him. I've never actually been upstairs, and I was dreading to see dead bodies in every room.
Of course, I over reacted. But Harry's bedroom was scary as frick.
As soon as he opened the door, we were greeted with darkness. His room smelled of cologne and smoke. I saw a few posters on the walls but I couldn't read them; the light behind the door did little to illuminate the room. I also caught sight of a king sized bed, massive and comfy looking.
Harry pushed me through the door and slammed it closed behind him. The room was dark again, and I gasped in realization. The two of us were alone. Harry was drunk and angry.
But he also said he 'had his ways' in opening a door. Maybe he kept a weapon in every room? That's probably how he opened the door.
Well it didn't matter, anyway, because I couldn't see two feet in front of me.
I hope we get ambushed by police and I get rescued.
Backing away as quietly as I could, I searched for something--anything-- to keep Harry away from me.
There was nothing.
I heard a loud noise and realized Harry had locked the door. There was a faint clink to my right; A key Harry had thrown carelessly. And the flicker of a lamp. When it turned on, I saw Harry right in front of me.
I leaped back and opened my mouth to scream, but was stopped physically because Harry placed his mouth on mine.
For a second, I felt my body go weak but that was obviously because of the disgust I felt at the moment. His hands gripped my forearms and held them to my chest. He didn't break the contact the two of us had as he walked forward until my back touched the wall. Not again.
I heard my heart beating from my throat. I never wanted to die--thinking it was useless because I believed in the here after-- but now I prayed on it. I would rather do that than be with Harry.
Alright, I know I just said all that crap but there was no denying that he was a great kisser. Or maybe everybody kisses like this. How the hell would I know? I've never kissed anyone but him. HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL. But an angel in disguise.
One of his hands held mine to his neck. I didn't object, but I didn't wrap my hand around him like he wanted me to. The heel between my palm and my wrist were touching Harry's jaw, my fingers on his neck. I didn't kiss back or anything, but it was so tempting at the moment.
Oh my God, what the hell are you saying? Are you enjoying this? My conscience spat in disgust, and I couldn't agree more.
But there was a small part of me objecting. Just kiss back. Who's it gonna hurt?
It's gonna hurt you, Evelyn. Harry id going to do what you have been dreading the most. And if he feels you kissing him back he'd think you'd want this.
I shuddered and moved my head back, but Harry--being the persistent idiot he was-- kissed me harder so head was touching the wall.
Evelyn Bale! You are kissing the world's most dangerous man on the planet!
She's not kissing him, but you should. You're gonna regret it later. Look how amazing his lips move against yours...
Stop urging her!
I felt this weird thing in my body; my legs were beginning to shake and all of my muscles went loose. My stomach felt like it was in knots.
This couldn't be the butterflies in my tummy crap.
But what was it then?
Was it lust?
No, it couldn't be. It must be the air I needed. I needed to breathe!
Against my hand, I felt Harry's defined jaws move up and down as he raked his teeth over my lip.
Maybe I wasn't enjoying this, but I wasn't hating it either. But that must be because Harry was going slow this time. The other times he had kissed me, it was rough and dominating. Lip biting, tongues dancing.
I hated it. But with him going slow and passionate, I was relieved that he wasn't hurting me.
But he will hurt you in a minute if you don't stop.
Finally, Harry moved his head, and I almost felt disappointed. I shook myself for all my stupid thoughts when I realized why he really kissed me as soon as his soft, warm lips went to my chest. He used his hands to guide mine around his neck, and I had the sudden urge to run my hands through his hair,
Not for desire or anything, I just really like curly hair.
My shirt ripped when Harry pulled me onto the bed with him, so there was a tear on the side. He gripped the hem of my shirt tightly, pulling it down so my chest was bared. I tried to move his hand away, but the shirt ended up ripping even more. I gasped at his rough actions.
I stood, confused, up against the wall, waiting for what Harry was going to do next when he stopped. He placed his heart shape, pink lips to the hollow of my throat. My eyes fluttered closed and I squeezed myself onto the wall. His big hand slid up my shirt, and I pressed my lips together to contain a scream. He rubbed my back and hugged me closer to him, playing with my naked skin.
Harry reached my chest and squeezed softly. I bit my tongue from shouting at him, and waited for the right opportunity to escape this mess. He moaned into me, my skin crawling at the depths of his voice. So deep and scary, yet attractive.
"You're so beautiful." Harry moaned softly, placing his large hand onto my neck. His thumb pressed onto the spot underneath my ear and his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. He held me still so all my attempts to squirm out of his grip were hard. "And very, very sexy." Harry groaned and tugged on my hair, painfully, so my head tumbled back and my neck was exposed more. He took that as his chance to run his moist lips over it. I felt him sucking, biting, kissing, and it wasn't pleasant.
I felt Harry's muscles tense over mine, his body hard. His hands were pressed onto the wall behind me. He still reeked of alcohol so I remembered he was intoxicated. His moves were lazy and slow, but desire was definitely apart of him.
A lot of things were repeating from the day we met. Like the doorbell ringing.
I gasped, but Harry didn't seem to hear it. I took this as my chance.
Harry didn't seem fazed when I tried pressing up against his chest. He only smiled and leaned down to kiss me again, but this time I was quicker.
I dodged Harry and his confused glance and slipped under his arm, and bolted to the door. I smiled when I realized I out ran him, and closed my fist around the door handle. When I tried to open the door, it didn't budge an inch.
I frowned when I realized Harry locked it. The key!!
I whipped my head to the side, searching frantically for the metal material. I saw something shimmer under the lamp, and realized I have found it.
But I heard a dark chuckle purr through the darkness behind me. "Where do you think you're going, baby?" He murmured, his voice deeper and huskier than usual. He stumbled towards me, grinning mentally.
I snatched the key off the ground and thrusted it into the key hole, twisting at an amazing speed. I shoved the door open and slammed it closed, locking it behind me.
I leaned against the wall and gasped for air. Well, let's hope Harry doesn't break the damn door this time.
Harry didn't smash it or anything, but I heard him mutter crazy things inside. He said quietly, "This is my house. I'll find another way outta here." And then, he boomed, "And then I'll fuck you harder than ever! I swear to God, you've pushed it waaay past my tolerance level! I'm gonna come out of here one way or another, Evelyn, and you know it."
I shook my head and jogged down the stairs, two steps at a time, and stood in the front of the door just before a tear fell down my face. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
I sighed a shaky breath, relieved I didn't break down.
"I'm gonna hurt you so bad." Harry laughed from upstairs just as I was going to open the door.
Louis' P.O.V.
I've been waiting for a while for the door to be opened. I hope Harry didn't kill that poor girl in front of Evelyn; I hope she's fine.
I waited another few minutes. I heard noises from the inside, like somebody actually trying to get the door open. "Fuck it." I whispered to myself, and inserted my spare key that I kept hidden in the garden--I'm not telling you--. The door creaked open, and I immediately recognized Evelyn's eyes peer at me through the small door. I stepped forward to apologize for my actions earlier, but then the door swung open and she flung her hands around me and sobbed into my shoulder.
I stood, frozen, unable to think of what to do. And then I heard banging, coming from far away. Faint pounding noises, and Harry's voice screaming, "Evelyn!" His voice was a snicker, childish and still drunk-like.
Evelyn winced when he spoke, so I placed my hands on her back and pulled her. "Hey, it's alright." I murmured, encouraging her. "Love, what happened?"
Her hair was a mess, tangled and messy, as if someone tried to rip them off. Speaking of rip, her shirt was torn in some areas. The bottom of it ripped off, a hole besides her rib, exposing her skin. Below Evelyn's scared eyes, there were light circles beginning to grow. There were two dark marks on her neck, both love bites. I cringed when I saw them. Harry, what have you done?
"H-Harry was...he tried to..." She sobbed, unable to speak. I cradled her in my arms.
"You're safe, love." I whispered and kissed the top of her head; trying to make her feel welcome. "You're safe."
For now.
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