Wherever You Are

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I looked forward and I saw Harry trying to tell me something by lip sync and making faces. But with the loud music, the distraction of everyone moving and talking like they all had drank five red bulls, plus the drops of alcohol already running in our both blood systems turned the understanding a bit difficult so I just started laughing.

I picked up my drink again and suddenly he screamed.

— NO!!! — His face was red and his fists were clenched.

As incredible as it may sound his voice got louder that the music and everyone looked at him.

He got up, grabbed my arm and pulled me to the aisle where the music wasn't too loud.

He softly pushed me against the wall and stayed just a few inches from me and I started laughing again while Harry was with the most annoyed face he did today.

— What do you want? — I said slowly while smiling.

And it was in this moment that I knew that the alcohol was starting to have effect on me. Stupid Bella! Me, alcohol and parties are not best friends! You shouldn't have started drinking!

— Bella! Are you listening? Give me your drink!

I waved the glass bottle in front of his face in little space between us while laughing more and more.

— Bella! I'm not kidding! — he shouted while sharply taking the bottle out of my hand.

— Jez! Ok, calm down. There's more in kitchen if you want. Don't need to bring me all the way here to take mine.

— Oh my! Crap! You're way to drunk to understand.

— I'm not!

— And way to innocent.

— I AM NOT! — I turned red. — I am not innocent! You know nothing about me!

I pushed his arm abruptly and roughy walked to the red couch sitting next to Francy again.

— What happened? You're ok? — Francy asked me.

— Everything's fine. It's just Harry that thinks he can control me and do everything he wants for no reason! Oh wait! He has a reason but refuses to tell me. He just says "you're so innocent!". The fuck! He doesn't control me!

— Hey hey calm down! You're right, he doesn't. Now have another drink since you've finished yours. — she smiles and hands me another bottle of beer.

— Thanks.

I was about to drink a sip when the bottle was torn off my hand.

— Bella, get up! I'm not repeating! — Harry appeared and grabbed my arm pulling it up to get me up.

— Harry!

— Leave her. — Francy said while pushing his arm.

— No, Francy. Thank you, really. I need to set things up with him. He's not understanding. I'll be back in a minute. — I said getting up and pushing Harry out off there.

I led Harry pushing his back with both of my hands to the aisle again.

— You're crazy? What are you doing? Can I know? — I shouted at him.

— Bella, we are going now! — he said authoritatively before grabbing my arm.

I released my arm roughly staying a few seconds looking perplexed at him processing what to say next.

Instead of saying something I just turned by back at him and went to the bathroom in quick steps.
I closed the door behind me and leaned against it.

A few seconds later I got startled by him roughly knocking at the door.

— Bella! Open! ... Open! C'mon!

I didn't reply and just let my back slip against the door until I reached the floor.

— Bella. — he said calmly.

I felt him leaning against the door on the other side and then he sat against the door too.

— Bella? Can you answer?

— What? What do you want from me?

— I want you to leave the party with me...

— Why?

— I'll tell you later.

— What? I can't hear.

— Let me just in so we can talk then.

— Fine.

Without getting up from the floor I stretched my arm up to reach the door handle and opened just a small crack enough for him to pass.
He quickly got in and sat down in the floor with his legs crossed right in front of me leaving just a inch between our legs.

— What were you saying? Why do you want me to leave this party? — I started breaking the silent.

— Bella...

— What? Tell me! I'm fucking tired of these secrets! First the mysterious blond girl that you met before the accident then you being stabbed and now this! Tell me now! What's all this?!

His blue eyes were wide open and his pupils got dilated. He slightly open his mouth a bit but then closed it again.

— Harry, seriously. I'm tired. — I said as I got up — I'm going back next to Francy.

— No. No. No. No. — he got on his knees and grabbed by wrist. — Fine I'll tell you, just don't get back to that couch.

I sat again really confused waiting for him to continue.

— So... — he paused to take a deep breath. — First I want you to know that none of this I am going to tell you was in order to harm you. I never wanted to hurt you but... but I did... not directly but I did.