𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

014.

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THE DOOR SLAMMED ON her way inside of her home, Harry stomping behind her, still in a viscous state of mind
as Estella cursed under her breath, making her way up the staircase hoping to get away from him, but he wouldn't let the situation go.

"Estella!" His voice boomed, heavy feet pounding behind her as she walked into her bedroom, plopping a seat on her bed with her arms crossed as she eyed the doorway, waiting for his arrival. When he showed his face, red and practically bruised from Zayn's hit, he closed the door behind himself, leaning back against the wood before letting a deep sigh escape past his lips.

"I'm not done with you."

"And I don't want to ​start with you. Not when you're like this. When you calm the fuck down, then you can think about talking to me."

"I will say what I feel is right to say on behalf of what the fuck I saw and what's going to happen. I don't care about your attitude. You don't have the ​right to be as pissed as I am," Harry gruffly states, unclenching his fists. Estella stayed quiet as she stared at the ground. "First, I need to know what in God's name were you thinking when you sneakily met up with Zayn without telling me first and having me worry about where the hell you were. Second, what gave you the goddamn right to let him kiss you as if I never existed? And third, where do we really stand, Estella?"

She felt under pressure, swallowing a ball of saliva as she shakily exhaled a breath of air to keep herself at ease, but it wouldn't help, and immediately she started crying. Harry was too heated to provide her comfort, afraid he might do something wrong, so he decided it was best to keep his distance. Estella wiped away her tears, shaking her head in shame before she gave him attention.

"I wasn't thinking," was what she started with. "I was up half the night, thinking on whether to call him or not. I wanted to be sure if I wanted this, if I wanted you-so he asked me to meet up with him to summarize what happened back then. I couldn't elaborate on my emotions for you and still holding onto the situation with Zayn. It was bugging me, so I had to do something about it."

"And you thought it was smart not to tell me?" He inquired.

She rolled her eyes. "If I would have told you, you would have never let me go. I'm sorry," she scoffed, placing a hand to her chest, appalled. "Am I not a grown woman who's allowed to leave her house with no need to inform her boyfriend every fucking second about her whereabouts?"

"I'm sorry," he mocked, Estella gritting her teeth. "Did you forget we were supposed to talk with him together? Not to mention we came home drunk near dawn and then I wake up to find you missing. Could barely remember anything but crashing on the bed. I'm searching for you to check if you're alright, I find a glass of wine and you aren't answering my calls since I called you like eight fucking times. I had to call Raye to see if you were with her which you weren't. Then you text me some blunt shit and I'm not supposed to be worried about your safety? Am I wrong?"

Estella blinked. "You called Raye? Why would you call Raye?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't need my business to spread around to every person I know."

Harry lowered his head, confused about how delusional she was being right now. "You're not making any fuckin' sense right now. If you're practically missing and I can't get in contact with you, don't you think it'd be right to contact people you know? And mind you, I ​only called Raye. This wouldn't have been a problem if you came to me like a 'grown woman' and let me know where you were going. I could have made an exception."