termination // h.s.

9: wrecked

"How can you not be afraid of scary movies, that shit is crazy." Liam explained, trying to persuade me that scary movies are scary.

"It's not real, that's why." sure it is. i knew it was real but hell I needed a coverup.

"Well damn are you scared of anything?" His voice seemed playful, but something was hidden in his voice. I turned to stare at him, giving him the simplest answer.

"Reality."

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I walked home alone again today, Liam having to finish off some things. The cool breeze whipped through my hair and across my features, barely a strip of shine seeped through the clouds.

I walked up the path to my front door, noticing the grass needs cutting, making a mental note to tell dad when he comes back. I unlock the door to the house and step inside, closing it behind me. I walk straight to my room not bothering to grab any food from the kitchen. I walk to the front of my door and notice that it's closed, strange I left my door open.

A knot starts to form in my gut, something's not right. I grab my door nob and open my door to be met with a complete catastrophe.

My room was a mess. My bed sheets were ripped off from top to bottom and were shredded on the floor. My radio and lamp were shattered on the ground along with a few other objects around my room. I walk to my drawers which were open and clothes lying everywhere, including some drawers flown on the floor. My closet door was open all essentials that were in there were scattered on the ground. Two things caught my eye though. First being the frame of my family, on the floor with the frame being cracked. My heart broke, that was one of my favourite memories.

The other thing though, brought me to terror. On my cracked mirror on top of my drawers were words, smeared in something red, dripping from the mirror.

"You can't hide forever."

What in the hell is that supposed to mean? I felt mind fucked in this moment, what is happening.

I step out of my room, scared to look in or even step in there. My hands were shacking, my breaths were coming out uneven. What do I do? I can't just call dad, he's not even here.

Suddenly I heard a creak from my room. I turn around not wanting to look but my curiosity was giving in to find Harry in my room looking around with wide eyes.

He must have sensed I was staring because his eyes were met with mine in a matter of seconds, making my heart skip the slightest. Before I could even comprehend what I was doing, I ran straight into his arms engulfing him in a tight embrace not even caring that his touch brought shivers down my body.

He instantly hugged me back, reassuring me that everything was fine, but was it? He moved my shoulders back so our faces were met. I stared into his eyes before a single tear ran down my cheek. Harry's hand instantly rose to wipe it away, his cold hands leaving my cheeks a tinted red.

"hey, there's no need for crying it's okay." He managed to give me a small reassuring smile.

I gave him one last look before I dropped my head down and tears just ran out and down my cheeks. I hated crying, it showed weakness. I always managed to pull off a smile, even at the worst times but today, they wouldn't stop.

"W-what's happening to me h-harry?" My voice broke as I tried to stop my tears.

He gave me a sorrowed look "I-i don't know love." He put his head down, ashamed? If I wasn't so caught up in crying my heart would have fluttered as he called me love.

Something in his tone wasn't right, he was hesitant. What if he's hiding something from me, the clues are there. He always managed to look me in the eyes when we spoke but on questions related to this he would look away. He's being mysterious, and the curious one I am i will find out what's happening to me.

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I'm sorry this is a short chapter and that I haven't posted in a while, been caught up in a lot of school work -.-

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