Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Sixteen- Monopoly and Punches

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'Melony's POV'

Harry had persisted that I continue to hold his hand as we weaved through the ground floor of LaFroye's home. We were quickly approaching the dining room and my hand couldn't slip out of Harry's tight grip. A battle of emotions were raging inside of me like an untamed lion in a small cage.

On one hand, having the married couple see us holding hands wouldn't be a bad thing, but on the other hand, I had just gotten into a fight with Alex earlier about this. I'm far too stubborn to let Alex win this quickly. For one, I'm not in love with Harry. He's just nearly a distraction, I suppose, that fills the cracks in my mangled heart.

We're a few steps away from entering the dining room when I freeze, my body being an anchor and making Harry come to a stop as well. He looks at me with furrowed brows before I gently peel his hand off mine. He looks at me, his jade eyes open like a book and hurt is clearly written on the pages.

"I just need to use the restroom." I quickly make up an excuse, anything to make me feel less guilty about not completely telling him the truth.

But it's like he can see right through my white lie. His eyes harden, the green shade darkening in an almost threatening way as he glares at me. It was like a flashback to the night at the pier, where he had just nearly escaped death. This is the look I'm learning that signifies that he's honestly angry and upset. His eyes flicker between mine as I slowly put the pieces together. We don't say anything, but merely stand before each other on stony silence.

"I'll see you in there." I mumble quietly, tilting my head towards the floor before walking away towards the nearest bathroom.

After shutting the tall white door behind me, I rest my back against it. The pale, calming blue hue of the half bath seems to mend my frazzled ends as I take deep breaths with my head leaned against the door. I peel off my jacket and toss it heedlessly on the white tiles before crossing the room to the blue glass vessel sink.

The mirror hanging above the faucet taunts me as I stare into it. In it is a face that I don't recognize, but I've lived with for the passed two years. It's cold, it's empty, it's harsh. My once twinkling green eyes now just barely have any light left in them, my once tan skin now almost resembles the ghost of who I've become.

I turn on the faucet, allowing the water to warm up. The clear liquid rushes out into the sink and I run my finger through it continuously as I wait for it to heat up. Wetting my hands under the now warm water, I pump some beach scented soap into my hands and lather it. I realize that I was swallowed once again by my suffocating thoughts when loud raps are heard on the door.

"Hey, Mel, it's me. Can I come in?" The gentle voice asks before I head the doorknob turning.

I don't respond as I wash the filth off my hands, the water making my skin red with the heat. I glance in the mirror as the door closes and Leslie stands away, watching me as if I'm an injured fawn who will run off at any second now. I turn the faucet off, still watching her in the mirror as I reach over and grab a hand towel.

"Yes?" I ask after my hands are all dried, my black stiletto nails once again glimmering in the bright lights from above.

"I don't want to press, but something happened out there after Harry went to find you." Leslie begins without a second to spare. "Now, I have my assumptions, but I don't care about them. Harry looks like he's about to murder the already dead bird that is chilling on the dining table, and you've been in here for awhile."

She stops talking, her dark, wise eyes still observing me. I imagine that she's been in a situation similar to this, with Alex. Yet, instead of her being in my shoes, she's actually in Harry's.