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Chapter 16 Pleasure Is A Poison

Chapter 16 Pleasure Is A Poison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEpMj-tqixs

**Louis POV**

“Harry, you need to stop fucking drinking now! The amount you have consumed isn’t healthy!” I yell at Harry who was so intoxicated, he was out of his mind. He bursts out laughing while chugging down some sort of strong mix of alcohol.

I was pissed, wait no, I was fucking infuriated. I needed to do something with Bea and help bring her back or else who knows what will happen with Harry!

“MATTEE! LIFE FUCKING SUCKS!!!” Harry slurs very loud while falling off of his chair. I quickly catch him before he collides to the ground.
“HARRY WE ARE GOING HOME NOW!” I yell at him while trying to drag him out of the bar. He will have one hell of a hangover from this.
“GET THE HELL OFF OF ME LOU!” Shouts Harry very confused of his surroundings. I rip the glass out of his hand and pull him out of the loud bar.

Harry starts to cuss gibberish to me but he has trouble fighting back as he is very disoriented. Shit, this isn’t good. These are not the normal signs of being drunk…
I manage to pull Harry out of the bar even thought he weighs more as he gives me all his weight to carry.
“HARRY WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL ARE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS TO CONSUME THAT MUCH?” I yell at him, I wasn’t afraid since he was drunk out of his mind. He looks up at me and a sheepish smile appears on his face while he lies down on the sidewalk in a fetus position. Oh fuck.
Just as I’m about to wrench him up he starts vomiting. The smell of vomit and alcohol fill my sent as Harry starts puking more then he should, a great amount.

I quickly grab his back and make him lay upwards so he doesn’t choke. The puking stops…
I look up at his face, his expression frowning as if he is staring at something beyond me.
I ask worriedly. “Harry! You there mate?” He doesn’t respond when a gush of vomit flies out of his mouth all over my white shirt. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his big body crumbles to the sidewalk.

“HARRY! HARRY WAKE UP, HARRY DON’T FUCKIN DO THIS TO ME!” I yell at him while shaking his shoulder. HOLY SHIT! His body starts to tremble intensely.
I roar at the top of my lungs inches from his face. “HARRY FUCKIN CHRIST GET UP!”
His eyes remain shut, and his body goes rigid…
**Bea’s POV**
"Gorgeous what movie do you wanna watch!" Questions Myles while kissing my forehead.
"You choose, I don't mind." I say while propping myself on his couch. I wince as I accidentally lean to hard against my shoulders. Memories start flooding back in as I think of Harry and the events that happened between us last time we saw each other.
"You alright baby?" He asks staring at me. Shit I hope he didn't notice my bruises.
I nod and give him a big smile. He laughs and puts the movie on.
Myles wraps his big muscly arms around me and I lean against his chest. I felt safe and secure with him. Yet a feeling off guilt was always there.
Suddenly his hands slide to my hips gently placing them under my shirt. The skin to skin-contact makes me gasp, causing Myles to lightly laugh. He softly presses into my hips with his fingers before slowly sliding them up from under my shirt.
I start to panic and lightly stir in his arms but he holds me in place.
"Beautiful don't worry, just relax." He calmly whispers while sliding his hands further up my shirt, centimeters away from my bra.
"M-Myles I think we should stop..." I try to stammer.
My body goes rigid as the click of my bra rings through my ears. He slowly lowers himself onto me while kissing all over my face leaving light soft wet spots. His hands start moving from my back to the front. My breath quickens but he suddenly stops... What?
I look up at his face questioningly when an angry Myles takes me back.
"What's wrong Myles?" I say worried. Oh no. He can't have possibly noticed!
"Where do you have these from?" He says sternly while pushing my shirt off my shoulders. Just great.
"N-no where I was walking and slipped. I-I fell and hit my shoulders." I try to stammer out but his grip around me tightens. Fuck is that the best lie I can come up with.
"Bullshit Bea! Those are clearly fingerprints... Who did this to you?" He starts raising his voice and boy was I scared because I have never seen this side of him.
"Myles it's fine! It was nothing I promise!" I try to cover up the scary truth but he isn't buying it.
"Bea! Please tell me!" His expression softens as he gives me the puppy dog eyes.
"It it was Harry..." My voice trails off as I quickly look to the ground. Fuck, fuck, fuck…
I can feel his expression burning wholes through me. He is angry.
"WHAT THE HELL! IM GONNA KILL THAT FREAK!" His loud voice echoes through the whole apartment, as I remained shocked. I fucking knew I should have not told him. Worry fills me as I start to think of the safety of Harry and Myles.
"Myles calm down! He didn't mean it! It was an accident, I swear please believe me." I beg while clipping the back of my bra back, an impossible task to do.
"HOW CAN THAT BE AN ACCIDENT BEA! I SWEAR I'M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM." The muscles in his biceps bulge out from his rage. And that's when it hits me; he's just like Harry when he's mad!

"MYLES SHUT UP! YOUR JUST LIKE HIM..." My yelling surprises both of us, as I am usually quiet. A look of hurt appears on his face, as he knows exactly whom I am talking about.
Harry Styles, the arrogant pissed off jerk.
He quickly paces over to me while dropping to his knees, his face at my stomach since I am standing. He grabs my hips and pushes me towards him his forehead resting against my belly. I don't even know why but this position makes my heart melt.
"Baby, please I am not like him I swear!" He pleads desperately to me. Oh my gosh he is adorable!
I lightly tug on his hair and gently whisper. "Please just leave it be! Promise me you won't hurt him?" Why did I still care for that boy?

The guilt eats me up.
Myles looks up to me, are eyes connecting. He slowly nods while kissing my stomach.