Monster

I Don't Hate You "3x2"

I cupped his face as I watched my tears fall onto his face. He's d-deaf? No, please no.

"What have I done" I whispered as my fingers traced his cheeks, "I'm so so sorry Harry".

I cried harder.

"Shh" He told me as leaned up to kiss away the salty droplets.

I shook my head. It wasn't ok. I caused this. I caused Harry to loose his hearing. It's all my fault. I lay there on top of him. We stayed like that, just staring at eachother.

"Paige.. I have to uhmm, tell you something" He said, looking away from him.

"What is it"

"I... I've been.. uhm... I've been reading your journal" He said a little quieter.

I gripped the sheets on either sideds of his head.

"How dare you" I hissed. I got up.

"I'm sorry" He said.

I only got angrier.

" You're sorry?! All of that was private! All of that were my feelings! My life!" I screamed at him. I walked off, slamming the door shut behind me. How dare he. He has no right to invade my privacy.

This kid seriously knew how to get on my fucking nerves. Almost everything fucking thing he does, pisses me the hell off. I just don't understand what his problem is. Is he like, troubled? I just. Agh.

I made my way to the kitchen. I sighed as I looked out the large bay window. All I saw was a patio that lead out to another area I've seen everyday.

A treehouse.

That was the only scenery I could see from my window. I've written about it a lot in my journal. I looked around to see the coast clear. I walked out the back door. My bare feet felt a little chill, but I continued walking anyway. I climbed the little stubbles of wood that were nailed to the large tree. I made my way up here. I looked around to see papers everywhere. Drawings.

They were so mastered. So perfect. Every detail seemed so real. His hands must be so contructive and delicate to make such masterpieces. These were just so beautiful. I looked at one that seemed to be different from the others. It was of a little boy, short blonde hair, and a cheeky dimples. He was so cute though.

My curious eyes landed on the corner, where most of these drawings hung. I took a close look.

They were of me.

But I was never smiling. I looked so unhappy. I even recognized some of them. One of them was of me when I looked out of thr car window. Was this why he stared at me so much?

"They're all of you" He whispered, making me jump.

"I'm so-"

"Don't apologize Paige" He said,

"I read how you wanted to come up here one day".

I simply nodded before saying "These are so beautiful"

"I know, it's because they're of you" He whispered.

I felt that same warmth rush through mu cheeks. I pursed my lips together as I stared up at him. He bit over his lip ring. Damn.

"Wait. How can you understand me?" I asked.

He took a step closer to me. He traced my lips carefully with his fingertips.

"I'm reading these little beauties"

Oh, he was reading my lips.

"I don't hate you" I blurted, taking him AND myself by surprise.