Harry's POV
My grip on her wrist loosened, given that chance she pulled her wrist away from me, wincing as my fingertips left contact with her skin.
"I've changed Harry... Things have changed.. So many things.." She whispered, her voice was pained, as she stumbled backwards.
"So... You are engaged.." I said, my voice monotone and lifeless.
She nodded her head, eyes glimmering as the tears fought their way to the brim of her long lashes.
She shut her eyes tight, holding them back, her lips setting in to a straight line.
I shook my head as I shoved my hands in to my pockets, walking past her, no more words being exchanged between us.
"I like how you solve your problems." She said aloud, a hint of sarcasm noted in her voice, my back was facing her.
"What's that supposed to mean." I asked, my voice rising in frustration, my brows furrowing.
"You just walk away from them. You don't even bother to think, or fix them." She muttered under her breath.
I snapped, lunging towards her with a blood curdling anger.
Grabbing her wrists I pulled her towards me once again, my breaths harsh and unsteady. Our faces were only inches apart, her back against the wall, arms pinned above her head.
"What if walking away was the only thing I could do to stop myself from hurting the person I love?!"
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
