Dusk h.s.

Chapter 73

Harry didn't come home last night. I feel a little too unstable to go to school today. I decide to play hooky and stay home. Besides, I suppose Harry will just go to school anyway so what's the point. Where was he though?

My thoughts are answered when he's sitting on a bar stool in front of the counter. His back is facing towards me so he hasn't even noticed I'm there.

Should I say something? What do I say? Do I say I'm sorry for making accusations and cry into his arms while he apologizes about what he's said? That seems like the cliche thing to do. But no, that's what he wants and I'm not gonna give it to him.

"How was your night?" I ask like nothing's happened.

He looks over at me and I lose my breath. His face is bruised with a clean cut right above his eye.

"Oh my god!" I forget all my hatred for him, rushing over to heal him. "Harry, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry." He randomly says. He pulls me close to him, kissing my lips. "I'm so so sorry."

I shake my head, examining his eye. "We don't have to talk about that."

"I killed his dog, okay?"

My eyebrows furrow together. "What?"

"I was driving around my neighborhood, which he coincidentally lives in, and his dog ran out into the road."

"So that's why he was threatening my death."

He shrugs. "I guess so."

"He lives in our neighborhood?"

He smirks. "I like how you say that. Our neighborhood." I smile at him. "Yeah, he lives just a few houses down."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because, you have got to stop fucking listening to what people keep saying about me! It's driving you and I both insane and I wish you could just ignore it!"

"I do to. Trust me."

"I don't understand why you don't. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"Well, you know I'd never spread my legs for anyone, but you."

"I know. And I was wrong to say that."

"Well.....I guess I was wrong for accusing you. I'm sorry babe."

He smirks, pulling me in for another kiss. "Just as long as you don't hate me." He says before planting a kiss on my lips.

"That was a lie. I could never hate you."

He kisses me again.

"But wait," I pull away, examining his face. "That still doesn't explain any of this."

"Oh," he says, taking a sip of coffee, "so I was chilling at a bar last night when I saw your little friend."

"Hunter?"

"Yeah, so I got pissed."

"And you fought with him." I conclude.

"Hey, he threw the first punch."

I smile. "And you just had to throw the second one?"

He smirks, pecking my lips again. "So you're not mad?"

"I don't want this to turn into a fight. That's all we've been doing lately."

"I guess we're really getting into the 'serious' relationship thing. I'm not really good at that."

"Me neither."

"That's why I never know what to say.....or do for that matter. In situations like this with anyone else, I wouldn't give a shit how someone feels. That's why I said that shit to you last night. I'm not used to this whole 'being nice' thing."