Second Chances

Chapter 1

Hello! This story is a spin-off from my past one, Little Things. However, you do not have to read it before this one, as it is a whole new plot line. It would just be some background information (:

This will be in Harry's POV, unless stated otherwise.

Hope you enjoy!

Songs of Inspiration:

Night Changes - One Direction

Come Home - One Republic

Mad World - Gary Jules

How To Save A Life - the Fray

Apologize - One Republic

My mind races as I pace back and forth across the hard-ware floor with my hands tangled through my mop of hair atop my head. 

"Harry are you even listening to me?" Morgan shouts, throwing her hands down dramatically.

"Can you just-" I growl, not even having the energy to finish my sentence as I freeze in my stance to look at her.

She's so fragile, so vulnerable to be hurt right now. Her wavy brown hair is just as messed as mine from the excessive pulling and scratching that both of us are harming ourselves by doing. She's even wearing a red and white striped shirt that I bought her a while ago, and her favorite pair of converse topped with jeans that make her figure look absolutely amazing.

For the few weeks is is what it is has been though; constant fighting over nothing meaningful. I hate it, absolutely hate it. I can't fathom seeing her hurt because of me. I'm supposed to be the one protecting her, but how can I protect her from myself?

I hate it all because I love her, oh God I love her so much. I love her so much it makes me hate myself when we get into these tiffs. Frankly, I don't even know what we are fighting over at the moment. Probably some stupid little thing that is irrelevant and doesn't matter at all. 

"Harry I can't keep doing this," she sighs, her voice cracking mid-sentence. Her eyes droop, along with any hope she has for me anymore.

I look down at her, my green eyes filled with doubt and desire. My emotions are a roller coaster, rising up and down constantly.

"What are we even doing?" I ask her, not knowing the answer to my own question. 

We just look at each other for a little while, staring into each others eyes. 

I've always loved her eyes, how brown they are but have the illusion of gold rimmed around.

"I don't know," she shakes her head, and placing her thumb and index finger against it.

"I do everything for you...everything Morgan. I bought this fucking apartment for you, and you don't even appreciate anything. I moved most of my stuff across the globe to a city you grew up in. You never appreciate anything I do for you, it's like you don't know how I feel about you...it's like you don't care," I express my feelings to her, and I take a stab through the heart with each word I speak.

"That's how you think it is? What do you think I am, some spoiled brat?" she scoffs, throwing her arms out yet again.

I sigh an exasperated breath, annoyed why she would assume I would think so low of her.

"You know what Harry? Forget it. I'm done," she snaps, grabbing her army green coat off of the couch.

I don't even try to stop her as she takes her car keys from the side table and crosses the floor to the front door.