His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 26

Thea Parker

When we arrived back at the hideout Harry immediately told me to go inside the room and to not come out. As for the girls they were told to stay in the living room with the other boys. I didn't know if Harry was mad at me or mad at himself for what happened but all I know is that he was furious.

Sighing I look around the room in search for something to do, my eyes landed on the bookshelf in the corner. Walking over to it I study the title of each book looking to see which one sounded interesting. I smiled when I found a copy of The Great Gatsby, my favorite book of all time. What surprised me was that Harry never mentioned reading to me nor did I ask them but I also know how he is, if something seemed too personal or very touchy then he wouldn't tell me about it which was understandable. I take a seat on the bed and start to read to pass the time, my fingers skimmed the words as I hanged on to every detail.

Somehow books always were my safe space when my parents argued or my father got drunk and wanted to take his frustrations out on me. Every time something in the house went wrong I would always find a book to read to help me escape reality and into a world where it was up to me to use my imagination.

"Thea?" I look up to see Louis standing in front of me.

Huh? I didn't even notice he entered the room.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Are you okay? I had to call your name a couple of times." He tilts his head.

"S-Sorry I was just distracted." I close the book and sit it to the side.

"I can see." He smirks.

"So what's going on? Where's Harry?" I ask.

"He's blowing off some steam."

"Is he mad at me?"

"Of course not love he's more mad at himself."

I nod and look over to the door which busted open. There stood Harry with a expression that I couldn't decipher.

"Get. Out." He ordered Louis.

In a hurry Louis bolted out the door, shutting it behind him.

I watch Harry as he started to pace back and forth while running a hand through his curly locks.

"Harry...Are you okay?" I hesitantly ask.

"Please don't fucking speak to me right now I'm livid." He puts a hand up to stop me from speaking.

"O-Okay." I look down at my lap.

My mind didn't know what was going on through his head but whatever it was wasn't good and he needed time to think it through.

"All this bullshit with Carter is getting on my nerves and the worst fucking part is we don't know where he is or what he's going to do next." I flinch when all of a sudden all the books that were once on the shelf are now scattered on the floor.

"God fucking dammit!" He screamed.

"H-Harry p-please c-calm down." I stand up.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Grabbing me by the arm he brings me closer to his face, our noses almost touching.

I try to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. Harry has never shouted at me like that before.

"You're hurting me." I cry.

His eyes widen in realization before slowly releasing me from his grasp.

"I'm so sorry angel." He pulls me into a hug.