Millie
"This is the most stupid idea someone's ever had." David shook his head, after Harry called him and Luke over, because they were his friends and needed an explanation and so on.
Honestly, I knew Harry was terrified as fuck and he just needed his best friends over, so I gave in and let him explain everything.
I had kept my mouth shut the whole time, the whole drama only sinking in now and I was confused, scared and happy at the same time.
Like, confused to what's going to happen.
Scared, of Elliot of course.
Happy, that Harry and his friends were here.
"Why though? It seems like the only solution to this, let me kick his arse." Gina threw her hands up in frustration, this whole conversation consisting out of fighting and arguing.
Gina almost jumped Luke.
"Why can this be handled without violence?" Harry rubbed his face, letting out a tired groan. "Because, he held Millie hostage and I don't need to put details out there, but can you see her fucking bruises?" Gina pointed at the bruise on my neck, where my make up has washed off and looked at the boys sternly. After everyone nodded, their gazes on the ground, she let her tongue flick, "that's why."
I didn't really listen to their conversation, my mind racing with thoughts of what happened in my apartment right now. I could imagine him pacing around, destroying my stuff and getting angrier minute by minute.
I examined Harry's apartment and only now I noticed his dark walls, painted in an dark brown. And I could swear, those walls were coming nearer and the colour was feeling heavy on my shoulders, while I nervously played with the hem of my sweater.
"Why did you have to chose such a dark colour for your living room." I mumbled more to myself than to anyone in particular.
"What?" I felt Harry's head snapping towards me, his voice slightly annoyed with the situation.
"The colours of your wall, they're too dark." I whispered again. "Never bothered you before, did it?" He answers confused, his green eyes trained on me.
"They're just too fucking dark for gods sake." I suddenly yelled, while shooting from the couch, earning me looks from the others. I looked at each of them and then I made my way out of the living room and into Harry's bedroom. I closed the door, walked over to Harry's bed and sat myself on the edge of his mattress, pulling my knees up to my chest and hiding my face there.
I could not get a thought straight. Would I really put my friends in danger for my own safety? I could not live with the thought, if anything could ever happen to them, because of me. I would not let Harry get hurt, because I couldn't handle my psycho ex boyfriend. It was getting too much at this point and I couldn't handle it anymore. And to sit here all the time and not leave Harry's apartment wasn't a solution. I wanted this all to be finally over, to live my life happily with my boyfriend and our friends in England. I was happy, but right now, I felt as if this all would just take no fucking end.
I heard the creak of the door and then a lock, I heard his footsteps getting closer and then the mattress shifting next to me. I couldn't get myself to look up.
"I can't do this Harry." I whispered. "I can't put your life's in danger, not because of me." I felt a burning sensation in the pit of my eyes, telling me I was close to breaking down completely.
His arm sneaked around my waist and he pulled me close to his chest, his head resting on my head and his hand drawing soothing circles on my back.
"Baby, let's just go to the police and end this. Please. I don't think they will make him go back to Michigan. I think they'll keep him here and in jail. But let's end this finally. I can't bare seeing you like this anymore. You're so scared of every little noise and you're fragile and just way to sensitive. I want to see you smiling again and I'd put my own safety second to know you're safe. I love you and I will never stop supporting you, I will not leave you and I'll be here throughout this whole scenario, until it's finally ending." his calm voice spoke against my head, his warm breath fanning over my face slightly, making goosebumps rise.
"I just, I'm so scared of what will happen. I want him gone, I want my peace and I want to be finally happy, without worries. I want to be with you, without having to think about what could happen anymore." Light sobs escaping my mouth, "I just want to be happy, Harry, is that too much to ask for?" I nestled my head further into his chest and Harry leaned backwards, taking me with him, so we were laying on the mattress, our feet tangling down at the edge.
Harry's arms were secured around my waist, one hand on the back of my head, pressing me into his neck, where I stained the collar of his shirt with my tears. All the while Harry shushed me sweetly, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, calming me down. Tears were flooding down, no end in sight as I finally let out all the emotions I held in for too long.
All the events, Harry breaking up with me, Elliot being back, Dustin, the harassment, the pain and the fear I felt this whole week. It was all coming out now, finally being released through tears.
I felt Harry's chest vibrating, when I stopped sobbing for a second to listen, that's when I noticed that he sang for me.
"Something about you," his raspy voice quietly sang, while rubbing my back, "is like an addiction, hit me with your best shot honey." he cleared his throat, "and I've got no reason to doubt you. 'Cause certain things hurt and you're my only virtue, and I'm virtually yours. And you keep coming back, coming back again, keep running round, running round my head. And there's certain things that I adore, there's certain things that I adore, but I'm certain that I'm yours, certain that I'm yours, certain that I'm yours." he rasped along the lines, making my sobs die down, calming me like no other ever could.
I felt my eyelids getting heavy, during his singing as he went on, my tensed muscles finally relaxing after being in the right arms of the right person.
That's when I drifted into a deep, not so peaceful sleep.
***
Harry
Even though I knew she was asleep, I still sang for her and rubbed her back, because I didn't wanted her to wake up when I got up again.
My heart ached with every look I had to take at her stressed, tired and marked face. I just wanted this all to end for her own sake. I didn't wanted to imagine what she had to go through, her face telling me some stories.
Not even the bruises I noticed after taking a proper look at them. No, her face told me everything. No matter what sound it was, when she couldn't see where it was coming from, she always flinched or slightly jumped. Anytime someone mentioned his name, she closed her eyes briefly and sometimes I could hear her breathing getting louder or she balled her fists until her knuckles went white.
I just wanted to take it all from her. To take all the pain away, all the memories and all the fear she had.
And I knew I had to do this without her.
I slowly wriggled myself out of her hold, her body instantly tensing up and her eyebrows furrowing, but I needed to go.
When I finally got up from my bed, I took my pillow and placed it next to her. She instantly grabbed it and snuggled her face into it, sighing out in relief. My beautiful girl, I thought to myself and walked out of my bedroom.
Gina, David's and Luke's heads snapped towards me, all of their eyes filled with worries.
"She passed out." I mumbled exhausted and plumped down on the couch again. "Guess she needs a good few hours of sleep, finally." Gina replied in which I nodded. "I just.. I don't know what to do." I rubbed my face.
"I don't want to have a fight, I don't want Gina to risk her life for this. There must be another way." David spoke and I totally agreed. "Me too, bro." Luke admitted. Gina of course groaned and let her head test against the headrest of my couch.
"Then I want to hear your plans." She gritted, pissed with us.
"Police." I stated, "simple as that. It doesn't always have to be like in fucking books or movies, where they don't ever think about calling the fucking police to help them. I mean, it's clear. He is .. abusive.. he's .. you know. And I'm not sitting here, while she's having so much fear and she's so stressed and I can't bare this. I can't stand seeing her like this." I almost whispered.
"I'm thinking the same. Police would be the best solution without anyone getting hurt." David supported my decision and Luke nodded in agreement.
Gina was closing her eyes forcefully, her jaw clenched and her hands balled into tight fists. "Alright," she shot, "tomorrow, we'll go to the police station." I knew she didn't wanted to go, but I couldn't care less. It was not about her, it was about what was best for Millie.
"Then it's settled. You guys wanna crash here? I'll bring you a few blankets." I lazily got up and walked into my bedroom quietly, getting some thin blankets and walking out, tossing everyone one, then we said good night and I went back to Millie.
I slowly got rid of my jeans, almost stumbling but saving me last minute by holding onto my closet. I closed my eyes and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing to somewhere.
Only now I felt how tired I actually was, slowly crawling into my bed, under the blankets and lightly pulled on them to get them out under Millie, because she was laying on top of it.
After a few minutes I finally freed them and pulled them over me and Millie, taking the pillow out of her grasp and putting my arm around her, pulling her towards my chest, where she instantly snuggled her head into my neck, her warm breath on my neck.
"I love you so so much." I tiredly whispered and kissed her forehead lightly, careful not to wake her up.