Bereft (h.s)

47. I need you.

song she writes in this chapter ^^^
929 - halsey
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Chapter 47

Alycia's Pov.

The look on his face was something I hadn't seen before. He literally looked furious with me. I really didn't expect that. I guess I should've but I didn't.

"Harry...I just, it happened and now it's over. Why bring it up? It was just another thing of me thinking you had too much on your plate and-" "Fucking stop with that! I don't! You could've gotten him locked up. That's a situation he couldn't have gotten out of Alycia! And you didn't even tell anyone? What the fuck is going on?" He yelled with anger and that's one thing I hate when Harry gets mad.

He curses at me like crazy and he's not a quiet fighter. He yells. I hate yelling. I genuinely do. I always get emotional when i'm yelled at. Call me a softie but it's trauma. I know he's never gonna hurt me, at least I trust he won't, but it still is uncomfortable when we fight. As it would be for anyone.

"He left Harry! There were no fucking cameras, I checked. Who was gonna believe me and that would take a fucking court case of he said she said. I don't want that because he will win! I need fucking proof and I didn't have it!" I yelled at him and he just laughed sarcastically.

"You don't even fucking try. There is cameras somewhere in that fucking place and you know it." "Seriously Harry? I don't try? There were none on the roof! You should fucking know, you were high off of your ass there last year. You didn't check?" I said with sarcasm and he just rolled his eyes.

"I honestly can't fucking believe you weren't gonna tell me that he almost fucking killed you." He said and looked even more stressed. "Stop cursing at me Harry. That's all you do when we argue. It makes me not even wanna talk to you."

His eyes widened in anger before his brows knitted.

"I think I have a fucking right to! You were never gonna tell me. Right? I mean that's what you're saying?" He asked and I just rolled my eyes. "Yes. Correct Harry."

"I can't fucking do this if you aren't gonna tell me the truth or be fucking honest! I can't constantly fucking wonder what's going on with you."

I was caught off guard at his first words. What does he mean he can't do this? Is he threatening to break up with me?

"Then leave Harry. Fucking leave for all I care." I said in the heat of the moment and walked towards the living room.

I just heard him sarcastically laugh again and I saw him walk through the hall, i'm guessing to my room.

"Sounds like a fucking great idea." I heard him say and I felt my eyes tearing up.

He's really leaving...he's never done that. I know I said it while angry but I just didn't think he would. He was the one who brought up not being able to do this with me.

Suddenly I saw him walk out of my room with his bag and his shoes on.

I put my eyes back on the tv before I heard him.

"I'm not doing this until you can be completely honest with me." He said before walking to my front door.

I couldn't see him anymore but I heard him mumble again.