𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || Harry Styles a.u

forty

"Collins.." I slowly stood up from my spot and so did Harry where he then came to the front, hiding me protectively. "Get out of my house." I heard him hissed in pure hatred.

I silently stared towards Collins where he was never actually smiling nor having any amusement in his expression. He was only staring at me blankly ahead, waiting for me to speak to him.

Somehow I saw something in his eyes. Just a glimpse of it but it was there.

Sadness.

Guilt.

Devastation.

Upon noticing, my eyebrows slowly rose up in wonder.

Huh? Did he go through something before seeing me? "I said get out!" Harry warned louder this time, making me flinched at his harshness. He was absolutely losing his patience. I get what he was feeling because Collins clearly had crossed the line again this time by coming to see us personally in Harry's property.

Collins only gulped before looking down at the knife in his knife. Harry quickly turned alert at his movement by holding out a hand and half-embraced my figure while I clutched his shirt from behind him.

"I mean no harm..." we finally heard Collins spoke once again. My breath was shaky as time went by but I didn't realize it halted when Collins suddenly let go of the knife, letting it fell onto the ground with a loud clank.

"Please... I just want to speak to Stella..." his voice wavered and it occurred to me that he was actually...

He looked up to me before tears streamed down from his eyes.

"...for the last time."

....crying.

I also heard Harry gasped in disbelief. At that moment, my old thoughts came running in my head. I knew it was the right time and it would be THE time to end everything. "What are you crying for, bastard?! You ruined our lives! Stop with the act and get out!" the person with me shouted. Without even realizing it, my lips also trembled, threatening to cry as well.

"Please... I know it's my fault. I'm...so sorry.." Collins sobbed.

My heart somehow ached harder upon seeing him in that state. Harry, however, had enough of the scene as he tried to kick him out again but I quickly held him back. "Wait, Harry. Please, just wait." Harry turned to me in surprise. I couldn't blame him either since I was too, surprised at my own action.

I looked towards Collins again as he seemed to smile a bit with hopeful eyes.

"Stel, we need to get him out of here. He's sick! He'll hurt you again-!"

"I WON'T! I WON'T HURT HER!" Collins suddenly burst out loud, making us two shut our mouths in an instant. He was turning angry but the more we waited he immediately changed his attitude to a sad one again. "I'm sorry. It's just the way you keep saying that.. it angers me. I could never hurt her. Not anymore. Please.. just trust me." he sluggishly fell onto his knees, begging Harry to let him talk to me.

I was now speechless by his action.

Just what really had gotten into him? Nevertheless, Harry gripped my wrist, searching for my eyes. "Do you know what you're doing right now, Stella?" he seemed mad but really worried at the same time.

I slightly gulped before turning my eyes to glance at Collins and back to him once again.

"It's time to end this, Harry. I can't afford to live in fear anymore. Let me face this again for one last time. Please...give me permission to do so." my voice almost cracked.