Rejected

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

My eyes are sore and barely able to open when light shines through the window in the morning. I moan, pulling the sheet over my head; wishing I could just sleep all day.

I'm startled to hear a knock on the front door, looking over at the clock and seeing it's only 8 am. I decide against getting up, thinking Louis would get it.

"Zoey!" He bangs through the wall, his bedroom being beside the one I'm staying in. "Please get that!" He yells, or groans really. I huff but pull myself from the bed. I throw on a sweatshirt, ripping my uncomfortable jeans off I slept in last night and pulling track pants up my tired muscles.

I make my way to the door, aimlessly swinging it open. When my eyes finally adjust to the light and I look up, I gasp loudly; my hand quickly covering my mouth. Niall is there, rocking back and fourth on his feet. He's biting his lip, but my eyes are trained on his swollen and bruised right eye.

"Oh my god, Niall.." I reach my hand up to his face, but he quickly backs up. My stomach churns at his cold gesture and I swallow down the lump in my throat. "I-I can't go on a date with you. I'm sorry." He turns to leave but I grab his wrist. His eyes close and I can tell he's internally battling with himself. "why" I choke out, half knowing what his answer will be and dreading it. "Because you're his."

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I sob into Louis' shoulder, my body shaking as more and more tears pour down my cheeks. "He beat him up Lou. Because of me.." I sob louder, clutching to my best friends soaked t-shirt tighter. "It's okay Zo, we'll figure it out." "No we won't!" I scream, feeling more frustrated than anything. "Why is he doing this to me!?" I run out of the room, throwing myself on the bed and burying my face in the pillows. I've never cried over a boy this hard in my life, and the sad part is he's not even my boyfriend.

I wipe my face, getting myself together and exiting the room. "Take me to him." I say to Louis. He looks up at me, scrunching his eyebrows as he gets to his feet. "What?" "Take me to Harry." He crosses his arms. "No. No fucking way will I do that."

"Fine! Then I'll get Zayn to do it or I'll find him myself!" I yell, walking over to the door and pulling my shoes on. Louis sighs, but grabs his keys. He agrees to take me, only because I helped him out when he asked me to go on that date. On the drive to where ever Harry is, I think of what I'm going to say but come up blank.

The car comes to a stop and I look up to a tall, apartment complex. Louis digs in his pocket and pulls out a key. "Apartment 217. Don't even bother knocking." I take the key, opening the car door. "You have a key to his apartment?" "Yeah long story." I decide not to question it, instead I just walk towards the building.

There's a man standing behind a desk in a rundown lobby. He eyes me strangely and I begin to feel uncomfortable but shake it off. I take the elevator to the 2nd floor, following the long hall until I come to apartment 217. I take a deep breath, shoving the key in and twisting it. I pull the key from the door, opening it and slowly stepping inside. The apartment is neat, and almost looks like no one lives in it. The walls are all plain white, and there is no sign of any picture frames or decorations. I close the door, walking further into the dark apartment. I come to the living room, that has nothing but a couch and a tv. The kitchen is off the living room and again, very plain. Is he even here? It's way too quiet..

I walk down the hall, passing an empty office and empty bathroom. I take a silent but deep breath as I head to the last room in the apartment. I turn the corner, stopping in the doorway as I stare at Harry's back. He's facing away from me, digging through a dresser drawer. His hair looks almost black and is wet, clearly he's just gotten out of the shower. He's wearing baggy sweatpants, and he's shirtless. The only tattoo on his back is a cross on his right shoulder blade. He turns around then, not even flinching when he spots me in the doorway.

I take only a moment to glance at his chest and stomach. He has a butterfly, or moth really; tattooed on his stomach. His chest is covered in a large piece that appears to be an eagle, the wings stretching the expanse of his chest. His arms are littered with small tattoos and dark black swirls of ink, that go up the front of his neck too.

I'm still not even sure what I'm doing here as I march towards him. He stays still, intently watching me as I strut over to him. I stand a mere foot away, looking up at his very much so taller figure. My breaths are uneven as I feel my anger beginning to take over. Roughly, I place both of my hands on his chest and shove him as hard as I can.

He steps back slightly, but he's definitely not expecting my next move. I bring my hand up to his face, slapping him in the cheek. His head snaps to the side, cheek instantly reddening from the blow. He snaps his head back towards me, green eyes darker as he stares down at me. I'm shaking from all the anger I'm feeling, my adrenaline shooting through the roof.

It felt so good the first time, I lift my arm to smack him again; surely he deserves it. My hand is just about to connect with his face when he catches my wrist, shoving me backwards. My back hits the wall, his body pinning me to it. I wince as his grip on my wrist tightens, my body pressed so tightly against the wall it nearly hurts. I look away from him, training my vision beside me. "Look at me." He breathes, letting go of my arm. I immediately push my hands between us, shoving at his chest for him to get off of me.

He grabs both of my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. I struggle in his grip but it's no use. If Harry doesn't want me going anywhere, I'm not going anywhere.

"Get off!" I scream, attempting to flail my arms but they don't move. I try and kick my legs, but Harry moves his feet to either side of mine, pushing my legs together and holding them there. "Look at me." He repeats, and at this point I'm sure my face is boiling red in anger and frustration. "Fuck you." I spit, continuing to wriggle around in his hold.

"You're a tough one hmm? Not an easy code to crack." My gaze snaps forward, noses nearly brushing as I realize he's bent down to my level. "Oh you mean I'm not easy because I haven't been in your bed yet? Get used to the disappointment because that's not happening." I spit, attempting again to pull my wrists free from his hands. His grip tightens and I fight back the urge to yelp in pain. "Nobody slaps me, Zoey. Nobody." He growls, his breath hitting my face. "Oh and the bed thing? We can easily fix that."

Before I can comprehend what's happening his hands are on my hips, lifting me and tossing me in the opposite direction. I bounce as my body hits his mattress. Harry tries to grab onto my hips again but I manage to push his hands away and scramble to my feet.

"You're insane, you know that right? You really should get help. Like a psychiatrist's help." I say, turning to walk out of his bedroom door. "Is that what you came here to tell me?" He laughs. I snap back around, remembering Niall. "No. Don't touch Niall again, do you understand me? He may not want to press charges but if I see him with another black eye I'll go to them myself." I say as harshly as I'm capable of.

Harry's eyes darken again and he steps towards me. I move back, my hand gripping the door frame. "I won't have to worry about Niall because he won't be coming near you anymore."

"You don't get to decide who I do, and do not see. And for your information, he asked me out and I quite like him. So leave us alone." Before I can leave he pulls me back into the room, shutting the door and pushing me against it. He rests his hands on either side of my head, trapping me. He's breathing heavily as he stares at the ground, tensing and un-tensing his jaw. "Stay away from him Zoey." He says through his teeth. I know I shouldn't challenge him when he's clearly very mad but I can't stop myself.

"Or what?" I blurt, instantly regretting it. His eyes lock on mine, his nose inches from my own. "Or I'll make sure he's incapable of ever seeing you again."

I gulp, before shaking my head. "You're sick." I try to open the door but he pushes it closed. "Harry. Let. Me. Go." I can feel my anger coming back hard. "Or what?" He mocks me, using my own words against me. I shove him away, and surprisingly he backs off. I swing the door open, not caring that it hits the wall. "Stay away from me." I walk out of his room and head back to the front door. I open it, and just step out when I hear his voice somewhere behind me. "I can't make any promises."

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