TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 28 //

Delilah Allen

"Harry!" I jump up from my bed and I walk through the bathroom into his room. He is fixing a few items that I guess I misplaced when I was cleaning in here last night. "I was just worried about you." 

"Why would you be worried about me?" He shouts.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because when I came into your room last night, you were dying!" The tears are brimming my eyes now. This is not how I wanted this to go.

"You found me?" He looks surprised.

"Yes..." I can't contain myself anymore, and I feel a tear roll down my cheek. "And I was so scared Harry, I thought..."

"Listen I don't know why you're crying, it's not that serious. I accidentally took a few pills, so what" His words feel like a knife in my chest. I feel so traumatized by all of this and he is acting like it's not a big deal.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to contain any further emotion. "Harry you can talk to me, I know it's not what happened."

"Why do you think you know what happened? You don't fucking know me!" 

"I just want to help you." I plead in a soft voice.

"You can't fucking help me, stop acting like you're my therapist or some shit?"

"I'm not acting like your therapist I'm acting like your friend!" I shout back.

"When will you get it. We're not friends! We've never been friends. Yeah you're hot and so I wanted to fuck you, but that never meant that we were friends!" His words make me feel small and stupid and like I'm worth nothing. Much like how Tyler made me feel. No, exactly how Tyler made me feel. I just always make the same mistakes, don't I?

"What about what you said on my birthday?" My voice is small and weak.

"Guys will say anything to get into a girl's pants, it's time you start using your brain." 

"Why are you being like this?" 

"Just get out of my fucking face!" His words hurt so bad. I feel like that weak high school girl all over again. I walk out of his room. When I'm back in mine, I lock all the doors. I will not speak to him again.

As the tears flood my face, I go on my computer and book the earliest plane back to New York. It leaves in 3 hours, so I better hurry up. 

I open my closet and just throw a bunch of random clothes inside. I don't know how long I'm going away, but I need a break from all of this. I need a bit of my reality back.

I change into sweats and a crop top and I throw my hair up into a ponytail. I use make-up wipes to try and clean my face the best I can. I can't cry anymore, my whole face is already red and my eyes are swollen. 

I think I'll try to catch a taxi, but first I have to say goodbye to Quinn. I send her a text telling her to come over asap. 

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"What the hell?" She asks in panic when I unlock my bedroom door for her.

"Shhh!" I pull her inside making sure Harry isn't lurking around in the hallway. 

"What happened? Why do you have a bag?" 

"I'm going home for a while," I explain trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Why?"

"It's my little brother's birthday this week." This is true, but obviously, it's not the real reason why I'm leaving.