Consumed

Chapter 16

~Harry's POV~

I remember sitting in the corner of the hallway, the air smelled rotten, my nose was burning and I felt sick to my stomach. The tears have dried up now and the pain of the burns have faded slightly. They left me there for a week to fend for myself. I remember once going out to the back yard where there was a broken swing set, trying my hardest to fix it to be able to enjoy what was left of it. But there was no hope I just sat in the grass picking at it, making friends with the little ants that crawled by.

I was hungry, from what I remember so hungry, so hungry it felt like the inside of my stomach was on the outside. I found some bread in the fridge it was okay, I had to pick around the edges of the mold that was on it. But it filled me up enough until they came back.

"Rex, baby come help mommy in the bedroom," I hear my mother say to the bad man. I hear the loud stomps of his large feet across the floor and the door to her room shut. That night I heard things, things I didn't ever want to hear. I remember squeezing my hands around my ears crying to dilute the noises coming from the other side of the wall.

"Mommy whats that," I point at the spoon with clear liquid in it.

"That's my poison Harry," she always called it that, I knew what it was being 5 years old I was pretty smart.

"And that," I point to the unopened needle laying on the table.

"That's what I use to put the poison in me Harry," I look up at my mother her hair stringy her face pale and sunken in. She looked dead.

I watched my mother put the poison in her, her body immediately reacted to the substance, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she laughed. It was the most horrifying sight to see. I always told myself even being so young i would never try this poison ever. Because I knew what it did, it kills and its as simple as that.

~ Devin's POV~

"I don't think your little f*****g teacher boyfriend will be seeing you again after what i just did to him," Zaid says into the phone. Some how he found out Harry was taking me to work and now he thinks we're seeing each other. Why is this any of his f*****g concern we are over.

" Zaid what the f**k did you do to him!" I scream back. "He hasn't done anything but take me to work, and even if there was anything going on it wouldn't concern you anyways so get your head out of you f*****g ginger ass and f*****g realize that I'm over you! Don't bring Mr. Styles into this, hes done nothing wrong, he was just helping me since I do work for his f*****g mother!" I'm sitting outside the restaurant, my face is red and the anger is rising fast, my hand grips my phone tighter i just want to throw it but i don't.

"We aren't done until i say I'm done you f*****g little cunt!" My eyes fill with tears what the hell is wrong with him.

"You don't f*****g control me Zaid, now leave me the f**k alone!" I hang the phone up leaning against the side of the restaurant crying into my hands. What I did to deserve this. Why because I broke up with him because he cheated so I deserve to be treated like s**t because I made the right decision?

"Devin sweetie are you okay," Grace is at my side hugging me into her small arms and i gladly hung her back. She so warm and comforting I don't know if I'll ever let go.

"Shhh," she rubs my back up and down to sooth me. "What happened you can tell me that's what I'm here for sweetie." She pulls back and i look at her she wipes the tears from under my eyes with her thumb.

" J-just my ex is all." I look down at my feet.

"I over heard you say something about my son...Devin is there something going on that I don't know?" she questions. I shake my head.

"My ex just found out that Harry had been taking me to work, now he thinks there is something more going on between us." I sniffle finally looking back up at her.

"Well is there..I mean something going on with you and my son?" Her eyes light up and her eyebrow raises. Why dose she seem happy about this. Its like she knows but she doesn't.

"No Grace I can tell you there is nothing going on between Harry and I." I lie straight to her face and I'm pretty damn proud that I made it sound truthful.

Her face falls and I am beyond confused. "Well, if everything is better come back in will you, It's not busy I'll make you biscuits and gravy." She smiles slightly heading back into the restaurant.

Before I head back inside I do what should have done a long time ago I block Zaid's number, I know I won't hear the end of it when he finds out, but it's time to erase him and everything he's ever put me though out of my life.

Once I regain my composer i make my way back into the restaurant. I guess i hadn't noticed Harry sitting there until he grabbed my arm as I walked by.

"Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear. I nod, looking up at him, his lip is busted open and his jaw is tinted purple. Zaid!

"I swear to god I'm going to kill him with my own bare hands." I clinch my fists.

"Whoa there tiger calm down, its not worth it, it will only make things worse." The old man at the bar give both Harry and I a strange look and i pull my wrist from his hand.

"Well if thats so then, i need to get back to work."

"Oh yeah because is so busy in here," he scarasticly remarks.

I roll my eyes, going back behind the bar. "I'll be in the back if you need me."

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"Grace this is amazing, " I swipe my finger across the plate getting every last bit of gravy, popping it into my mouth.

"It was my mother recipe you know?" She cleans off the last bit on her plate as well. "One day I hope to pass it on to Harry and he'll make it for his kids, that's if he even wants them, let alone get married." she shrugs.

"I heard my name, what did I miss." Harry sits on the bar stool next to me.

"Nothing Harold, get back to work,: Grace swats him away, but he doesn't move. I'm surprised Grace didnt notice the marks on Harry's face, but with the dim lighting that would make since why she didnt.

"Grace, what have I said about calling me that its embarrassing."

"You'll live, but since its so dead, go ahead and take Devin home will you," she smiles taking our plate and going into the kitchen.

"So, she brought up the kids and marriage thing didn't she," okay then.

I nod slowly biting my lower lip, "yeah." I answer shortly.

"She wants me to have kids so bad, she'll do anything to be a grandmother, she'd be the best at it." He states.

"Yeah well, when you find the one who's willing to hold your obnoxious, annoying genes then maybe you can grant her, her one wish, " i say jokingly, giggling.

"Oh I'm obnoxious, am I?" the middle of his brow scrunches as he glares at me, the curve of his lips form a smirk, a devilish one at that. Uh oh. Before i knew it I'm being hoisted over Harry's shoulder in the middle of the restaurant. The old man now shaking his head at us.

"Harry Styles put me down you.." Ugh this man I swear.

"You what," he grips my legs and i playfully hit his back.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize to the old man, as Harry makes his way to the door. Again he just shakes his head. As soon as we are out side the air hits me and its chilly, but not to bad. Harry sets me down pulling my face to his so are lips slightly brush against each others. My eyes shut taking in our little silence. When are lips connect fully the world around us seems to dissipate into oblivion. Harry and I are surrounded by tension and lust.

My arms make there way around his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair, taking in every breath his mouth lets out into mine. He tastes of mint and soda , not the greatest combination, but he tastes oh so good. I pull closer pushing my body to his, his arms wrap around the bottom of my back hugging me, taking me all in. God i'm lost, so f*****g lost in this kiss and I have idea if i'll ever find my way out, or if I even want to.

Harry soon pulls back, his hands move up my sides, then my arms, taking one of my hands and running it across his bruised jaw, then his lip. I bite down on my lip taking in this moment. My finger tip brush against the stubble that's formed on his chin.

He is a tall, glorious creature created by the gods I swear.

The hand he has a hold of moves down his neck so close to his chest. My heart is racing and this silence we have is wanting to break but I can't.

Harry spreads my hand like I'm giving a high five, placing it gently over his chest and pushes. His breath hitches. I look up at him and his eyes are dark so much darker than they were before. I don't know what to do. Do i just stand here, or say something. My free hand makes it slowy up to his chest laying it next to the other as i lean up and kiss him yet again, pulling my slowly keeping my eyes closed.

I feel his very warm breath hit my ear, as he hold on to both my hand keeping them in place on his chest. He's breathing even harder now.

"To answer your question, what is this? Its whatever you want it to be Devin, I want it to be something, I don't care what people think, and I could give a s**t what Zaid thinks. I want you Devin, God do I want you so f*****g bad." I'm seriously heaving, my chest has never felt like this so tight, burning, but in a good way.

The fire inside me has been lit, hes my gasoline, hes the one that keeps me running.

"I want you too Harry,"I whisper, my fingers run over his chest feeling bumps, his scars. He trust me and I trust him.