The Beacon [h.s]

17

You'll know when to play it :)

Nyla West

Harry is mad.

Or at least he's acting like he is.

I woke up from my short nap a couple hours ago, it's now a little past 8:00 pm. I spent the rest of the afternoon locked away in my room to avoid any sign of Harry. I'm honestly surprised he didn't knock down my door and barge in to yell at me or anything after what I'd told him. But I don't regret it at all, I won't let him act like he can walk all over me for the sole purpose of his amusement.

I awoke from my nap and spent the rest of my time on my phone, waiting until around 7:00 pm to start getting ready. I didn't do anything drastic, I kept on the same outfit but threw on a cardigan over my black tank top since it's chilly at night. I put on a coat of mascara and brushed out my eyebrows, leaving it at that for makeup.

I came downstairs a couple minutes ago and found Harry out on the balcony smoking a cigarette, the doors wide open, the smell entering, putrid. He was leaning against the metal barrier with his back facing me so he didn't notice my presence inside. I had already texted Sabrina to come over while I was upstairs which she replied with she'll be here at eight.

I was sitting on the couch when Harry walked back inside. He closed the balcony doors and our eyes met when he turned. I received a scary glare from him causing me to look back down to my phone. He then sat on the left end of the couch that's closest to the main door. His eyes took occasional glares at me which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. He was definitely mad.

Which leads me up to now. Harry still hasn't said a word to me and the silence is starting to feel uncomfortable. I've been sitting on the couch for the past thirty minutes as I wait for Sabrina's arrival. She texted me saying that she's going to be a couple minutes late because she had to take a detour. I told her that it's completely fine and I'm excited for her arrival. I'm doing my best to keep busy on my phone, but the deafening silence added to Harry's longing glares I could physically feel, is making me go crazy.

"Okay, you seriously have a staring problem." I finally turn my head to face Harry sitting on the other end of the couch. His knees are spread away from each other as one arm drapes over the top of the couch and the other rests on his lap. He wears a short sleeved black button up that only has the bottom half buttoned, leaving his chest tattoos visible. He pairs the shirt with the running theme of black jeans and black boots. His tattooed arms have a couple marks from the beat up and I notice a couple of faint bruises lingering on his open chest. I had to resist the urge to ask him if I could help him with the pain.

Harry only looks at me and then drops his eyes down to his lap. A small frown comes on my lips when I don't hear him say anything back. Here goes my overthinking mind again. Did I actually hurt him? I swear I didn't mean to, I was only messing with him like he does to me. He's never stayed silent at my words, I'd usually at least get a scoff or another glare.

"Harry, you know I wasn't actually trying to hurt you when I said that stuff in my room, right?" I shuffle so I completely face him.

He continues to stay silent with his head down, and lips turned down slightly. Is he...sad? He looks sad. Oh my god, I already feel my stomach dropping.

"Will you please say something?" I plead with concern etched on my face, feeling like this is serious.

When the only answer I get is a small shake of his head, that's what does it for my apologetic ramble to start.

"Harry... No, no, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean any harm, I was just messing with you. I was just tired and angry at you for holding my care bear and I never meant to actually hurt your feelings, I thought you knew that's how we worked-" I cut my rambling off when Harry lifted his head up slowly and turned to look at me.