Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

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I feel completely disconnected from my body, like I'm looking at myself from another perspective.

I want to crawl out of my skin. My entire being is tingling and warm, it's so uncomfortable. My clothes are too tight all of a sudden and the leather seat of Harry's car is sticking to my legs, which is making everything worse.

The spot on my face where my mom hit me is burning hot, like she branded me somehow when we connected.

I meant every single word I said to her and I wouldn't take any of it back, but fuck, this is not how I wanted tonight to go.

I think Harry has said my name a few times on the drive home, but the ringing in my ears is drowning just about everything out.

As soon as the car is in park, I push the passenger door open and jog up the porch steps and into the house. I hear Harry's door shut behind me and he sighs deeply before the gravel crunches under his shoes as he follows me.

Once inside, I immediately strip off my restricting clothes and replace them with one of his T-shirts, not bothering to find pants to wear. He closes the door behind him, and I can feel his eyes on me, watching me carefully as I throw my hair up into a ponytail to get it off my face.

"What?" I snap at him, and he raises his eyebrows at me in disbelief of my tone.

"Are we not going to talk about what just happened?" He asks, shrugging his jacket off and drapes it over a chair before he takes a few steps toward me.

I take two steps back and he freezes.

"There's nothing to talk about." I say flatly.

"What is going on?" His voice is low, defeated, and the confusion littering his face makes my chest tighten. "You didn't sit next to me in the car, you didn't say a word the entire drive home and now you're avoiding being close to me? Whatever you think this-" he waves his hand in the air gesturing at the weird tension between us, "solves, I promise you it doesn't."

"Nothing is going on, Harry, I just don't want to fucking talk about it." I turn around to step inside the bathroom and close the door behind me, locking it.

"Violet." I hear Harry half sigh, half groan my name and I lean my back against the door and hang my head in my hands. "You're freaking me out, baby."

"I'm freaking me out." I whisper, my voice so low I'm unsure if he can even hear me.

My heart is pounding out of my chest and my palms are starting to sweat. I try to inhale quick, deep breaths, but the air is getting caught in my throat, and I know he can hear me starting to break down.

"Violet..." Harry says slowly and I watch the doorknob shake as he tries to turn it. "Stop hiding from me."

"I'm not hiding from you." I lie as silent tears start to pour down my face.

"Then open the door."

"No." I try to sound stern, but my voice cracks, betraying me.

I walk to the other side of the room and lean against the wall. I sink to the floor and pull my knees into my chest. Suddenly, I feel nauseous and rest my head on my knees as the room spins around me.

I hear a loud thud followed by wood cracking and when I look up, Harry is standing in the doorway. His hand is still on the doorknob, and the wooden doorframe is broken into pieces.

"You can't just go around breaking things." I scold him and sniffle as my tears continue to fall.

"It's my door, I can break it if I want to." He argues and attempts to close the busted door behind him, but it doesn't latch. He walks halfway into the bathroom before he stops and lowers himself to his knees about a foot away from me.