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15.

    ~ A m e l i a ~

I was sitting on the floor, playing with my thumbs and singing a song quietly so that Harry couldn't hear me. I didn't see him all day yesterday. Not that I cared. I just hoped all this finished soon. 

Just then the door opened and Harry came in. I didn't look up at him, that was until he placed my food on the floor. I titled my head up and looked at him, my mouth fell agape and my eyes widened. I was shocked. 

His face looked awful. He had a big bruise on his nose, many cuts on his right cheek and really badly swollen lips. He looked like he got in a fight or something, which I'm sure he did... but with who? Without wanting to, I extended my arm and placed my hand on his face touching with my fingers his small cuts. I really didn't know what I was doing until Harry winced in pain and pulled away from me, standing up straight. I did the same and stood up, feeling quite embarrassed. Why did I do that?

"Don't touch me." Harry said in a harsh tone, looking me in the eyes with his cold, green ones. He was a completely different person again. Yesterday, he looked like he cared and today he was distant. What is wrong with him?

"Sorry." I whispered and the room fell in a complete silence. I have to ask. "What happened?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your face...D-did you get in a fight?" I asked him, feeling nervous suddenly.

"It's none of your business." he said, turning his back to me and running his fingers through his hair.

"I just asked, okay? You don't have to be like that!" I told him, raising my voice. I shouldn't have even asked him. I was supposed to hate him.

"And why did you ask? Do you care about me, Miss Collins?" he said, turning around so that he was facing me again. 

What? Of course I didn't care about him. 

Are you sure? my inner voice said.

Wait, did he called me by my last name? What? How does he know that?

"I don't... Actually, I feel really disappointed because I think the person who did that you didn't do a good job." I said, a smirk making its way up to my face and he got angry. But I continued. "You deserved that and a lot worse."I said but I regretted it right afterwards when I heard him chuckle lightly. He wet his lips and then pointed his finger at me.

"Watch how you speak to me. Or else..." he trailed off.

"Or else what? There is nothing else left to do to me. You hurt me and you took me away from my family. You're a monster and I hate you, Harry." I yelled at him. I was once again angry and I couldn't control it.

"Shut up!" he shouted.

"Don't tell me to shut up. I won't. I hate you!" I yelled back and this time I raised my hand in the air ready to slap him. I was so close on doing so but he saw me and grabbed my wrist, stopping me just in time. He tightened his grip and I started pushing and hitting his chest with my free hand, but that didn't affect him much. He took both of my hands in his big ones and brought me closer.

"Don't do that again." he said through gritted teeth, sounding quite scary.

"This is why your mother doesn't want you. I wouldn't want you either. Who would want a monster to be their son?" I said.