#hehits

[eurosleazarchive]

@hehits sent: “So what if I’m in love with you? Mind your own business.”

her face lights up, teeth biting down at the side of her bottom lip. [ oh? he didn't say what i think he did, did he? are you fucking hearing this? ] sadie rubs at the back of her neck, her eyes turning away from eliot. hey, she's not gonna 'fumble the bag,' as the kids say. instead, she smiles, fingers twirling the ends of her hair. " -- hey, i think it's my business just as much as it is yours. i mean, i kinda am the other person in that scenario. " she raises a brow, something teasing crossing her features. " i want a smoothie and i really don't wanna go alone. come with me? maybe we can...talk about this? "

[slasharch]

( ELIOT SPENCER ): DO YOU NEED ANYTHING FOR THE PAIN? ' yeah, like eighteen advil and three shots of bourbon, ' she's already holding the ice pack eliot had given her to the back of her head, one eye closed as she tries and fails to control the throbbing of her temples. it's her fault for thinking she could do everything on her own. that's what she's been doing since her father passed away - refusing to accept help from anyone, despite plenty of people offering to. when she glances up at eliot, she gives him a teasing smile. ' leave it to me to fall off a step stool just tryin' t'change a lightbulb. did i ever tell you i'm kinda clumsy? 'cause i am. now you know, ' @hehits.

[eurosleazarchive]

@hehits sent: sender kisses receiver's knuckles.

sadie shouldn't be so nervous; however, her nerves are on high alert. the soft rustle of fabric is the only thing she hears as she rubs her palms against her hips. the incident at the pub was enough to rattle her to her core-- being in a heavily public place isn't exactly where she'd like to be right now. there's a little spot in her brain that feels comforted that eliot's there with her. she assumes that's what he's there for. after all, he's her bodyguard. protecting her is what he's getting paid for.

more than that, he's become a good friend. he's become-- special to her. sadie isn't sure how special he is, but eliot is no matter what is. his hand is in hers, lips pressing to her hand. the smile sadie gives him is soft, eyes meeting his. " -- thanks for coming with me. i don't know what i'd do if you weren't here. "

[thalassaes]

@hehits

" don't laugh at me, " her tone is warning though it's edged with lightness. form behind her back, she reveals a woven bracelet. lips curl into a smile of memories of her childhood, of bracelet weaving and sewing and all the handicrafts befitting a lady she and he sister had spent hours working on. " i made it for you. i felt... that i should. " she admits. loneliness threatened to grasp her with her sister gone, and she needs even childhood crafts to keep her occupied.

[between-the-life]

You must not stand for it.

He hits you But he loves me.  But he hits you?  Yes but he gave me a home But he hits you. But he has provided me with open arms The same arms that he hits you with? but it’s different he does it for my own good. 

Yes but he hits you? he hits you? That’s like watching him stab you in the heart whilst he tells you that he loves you. 

Love: Love does not strike across the face, loves does not scream in your face, love does not entitle or endure pain,  love does not envy, love does not demand of you, love does not make you feel worthless, love does not make you wonder if you’re good enough, love does not leave you in the corner of the bathroom attempting to quietly sob, suppressing the sounds of your tears as silently they trickle down your face. 

Love does not bleed on the scratch beneath your chin that he left there after you tried to break. from. his. grip. Stop. making. excuses. 

Love: Love is when your heart can not describe it but it is something close to happiness and yet something so much more than happiness. Love is when they hold your hand purely because they want to, love is when you feel the sun sink in your skin, whilst you smell the essence of the grass make its way to your nose. Love is the smile on your face, love is safety, love is equality, love is unconditional, love is painless, love is knowing you aren’t perfect but accepting each other for every bump and imperfection. Love is so much greater than the excuses you believe, love is so much more than what they have given you;

What they have given you is the destruction of you and you must not stand for it.

From the girl whose always smiling. 

[itsjxss]

He hits you, but you actually fight back~

Louis~

I woke up with a shake and looked at the clock. Fuck. 5:00 P.M. I was taking a nap, and I over-slept. I guess you can say, Louis has a really HORRIBLE temper. He expects dinner on the table when he gets home. I sat up, shaking at the thought of seeing him scream at me. He never hit me, but he screamed at me horribly. "(Y/N) I'm Home!" I heard him shout as he shut the front door. Shit. He's home. I sat there, thinking of what I should do. Should I pretend to be sleeping? Or should I face him? "(Y/N)!" He shouted. "(Y/N) WHERE'S DINNER?! I'M FUCKING STARVING!" He screamed, anger creeping up in his tone. I just sat there, starting to get nervous. "(Y/N)!!!!!" He shrieked. I heard him stomp up the stairs, approaching the room. I quickly lied down and and shut my eyes. I heard open the door harshly and then he stopped. I sighed quietly in relief, thinking he would let me sleep. Wrong. "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP!" He screamed at me, punching me in my stomach. He punched me quite Hard, knocking the wind out of me. I opened my eyes and started coughing rather harshly. I rolled over the bed and onto the floor, groaning in pain. I looked up at him in shock as he looked down at me in anger. "I SAID FUCKING GET UP!" He screamed, kicking me in the face. I immediately rolled over on my stomach, feeling a harsh pain on my face. I touched my nose and felt warmth. I looked at my fingers and saw blood. I gasped, looking up at him in anger. I was NOT going to let Louis beat me up. I was not going to be one of those women who get beat everyday. I was not going to be helpless. I got up as quick as I could, standing about 5 feet away from him. "Want me up? You got it." I said before kicking him in the groin. He bent over in pain, groaning. I then kneed his face, making him fall on the floor. He was rolling, groaning and whimpering in pain. "Get up you little prick." I said as I kicked him in the stomach. "(Y/N)...please..." He whispered. "What, babe? Want me to stop? You deserve this. You've screamed at me everyday for the past 2 years. Fuck you Louis Tomlinson. I'm fucking done." I said, kicking him one last time before leaving the house with my things, for good.