Two Ghosts [h.s]

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We go to a drive-through Mcdonald's and Niall claims my fries. Harry slapped Niall across the head but I just said to leave it. Harry gave me some of his in reparation.

Exiting the elevator and entering the apartment just the two of us I feel so hot in the clothing I'm in so he follows me up the stairs like he always does.

Prancing to my suitcase I pull out a pair of flare leggings and a tank top but as they came out the book of Harrys I brought falls down with a bang. I pick it up quickly and inspect it over making sure it's still in good shape.

I hear his steps walk in.

"What is that?" Harry says across the room like he doesn't believe what he's seeing.

I turn around, "Oh, it's one of your books I was reading. I wasn't done so I brought it with me, it's really good."

"Violet, what the fuck?" He booms and my shoulders tighten.

"Harry what are you talking about?"

He shakes his head and walks over to me, ripping the book out of my hands. I trip over my two feet as the entire demeanour behind his eyes changes.

"Where did you find this." He practically yells and I take a step back from his behaviour.

"In your bookshelf. The shelf you told me to look through."

"No this wasn't on my bookshelf it was under my bed." He steps forward and I walk backwards until my back hits a wall. He looks completely mad and my blood boils in fear.

"Harry, it was on your shelf," I whisper but he traps me to the wall with his arms. A growl passes his lips and he slams his palms down against the wall just missing my head and I jump.

"No... No this was under my bed. I leave you alone for a couple of hours and you snoop?" He yells and my body runs cold. I'm not sure what to do. My body never knows what to do in this situation.

"Harry, calm down." Is all I cry out and he laughs viciously.

"Calm down? You know Violet, I really thought we had something but apparently, you're just like all the others. You just want to be the one to fix Harry Styles." My head presses against the wall and his heavy breaths hit my face.

"Excuse me?" I begin to glare at him, going to push his chest as he grabs my wrist, pinning me to the wall once more. I fall silent, my breath going faster.

"You're always in my business wanting to know everything." He backs away and presses his hands to his hair. I stand here watching everything unable to act. I wipe the tears flowing down my face not letting him have this reaction over me.

"Harry, it's a damn book."

"It's not just a fucking book, this is personal to me," he yells and starts pacing. "Just can't ever mind your business can you." He huffs a laugh. "Maybe all those damn rumours were true about you." My body sinks and my heart falls.

I'm mad and my body paces over to him as tears seep out of my eyes.

"No." I push his chest and he looks down hardly at me. "You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to call me clingy or always in your business when damn right I have done none of those things." I push him back again as his body moves backwards, "I have never pressured you into telling me something you didn't want." I yell in his face, "in fact we made a fucking promise to never asks questions, you idiot. You don't get the right to yell at me for reading a book that was on your shelf."

I scream back but he pushes me forward hard so my back hits the wall.

"What did you just say to me." His words cause my entire body to be still. Against the wall as his breaths grunt on my face. He shakes his head, "You don't get to say any of that shit to me, Violet, you don't know a damn thing what it's like to be in my shoes." He screams and pulls away. He didn't just say that to me. I know more of what it's like than he thinks. Red flashes on his face and he grips his hands into a fist.