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I hear Harry's footsteps and realize that he's following closely behind. Without turning around to spare him a glance, I nearly sprint towards the room but just when I'm about to clamp the door shut, Harry's foot come to rest in the doorway, making it impossible for me to close it.
He tries to shove the door open with his shoulder but I don't let him, applying as much force as I can to stop Harry from entering into room. Even though I know that by doing this, I'm worsening the situation for myself but enough is enough. I can't keep giving into what he wants.
"Don't test me, babe. You know too damn well that I can push the door open with one hard shove." Harry says, his words flowing out fluently and confidently, making it very obvious that he's not lying.
"Stella, I don't want to hurt you. Please." Harry speaks again and a shaky breath escapes my mouth. All my strength somewhat fading. I don't want to end up hurt either.
"I wanna be alone for some time." I say quietly, unsure of what I really want. I don't want to face him right now but I also want to talk to him about his illness. God knows what sort of disease he's suffering from and how severe it is.
I get no reply from Harry at first causing fear to rise in the pit of my stomach and just when I'm about to give up and let him in, I hear Harry let out a sigh before he moves away from the door and removes his foot, causing me to tumble forward and the door to fully shut. I wait for Harry to say something but hear no sound other than that of my beating heart and my heavy breathing.
Slowly and cautiously, I slightly open the door and peek out, finding no one in sight causing me puff out a breath in relief but just when I'm close the door again, a forceful shove causes me to lose my balance, a gasp escaping my mouth as I fall down and the door flies open just like it does in horror movies.
Harry stands in the doorway with his fists clenched to his sides as he glares at me like I've committed some sort of crime.
"I told you not test me, didn't I?" At the moment he sounds like a father scolding his spoiled kid and for some God damn reason, i feel like one, unable to control myself from crying.
Tears blur my eyes as I stare at his angry face from the floor. Hurt because he's just standing there glaring at me and not even helping me to stand up or asking if I'm okay. I don't want to talk to him anymore, he can do whatever the fuck pleases him.
"That's really what you want, don't you?" Harry questions me with a bitter chuckle and I immediately feel confused, not knowing what he's referring to.
"Oh.. cut the act, Stella." Harry says, once he sense my confusion, shaking his head from side to side as he strolls into the room and sits down on the edge of the bed.
"You want me to die, I know it. Then why do you want me to see the doctor, hmm?"
His words catch me off guards and now I stare at him with wide eyes as the anger bubbles within me. Here I am, trying to help him get better after I've lost every good thing in my fucking life and he's accusing me of wanting him dead.
"It's that obvious, huh?" I say, my quivering voice is full of sarcasm as I speak, roughly wipe away the tears on my cheeks with the back of my hand. "Well, I remember having a chance to fucking stab you and running off when you were drunk as shit, Harry."
"And I'm sorry for wanting you get better when all you really want is to die." I shout at him, fresh tears running out of my eyes as Harry continues glaring at me. "Oh, and-"
"Shut up. Just shut the hell up, stop acting like you're the victim here." Harry's suddenly snap, cutting me mid sentence like it's his freaking job, his loud tone causes me to flinch backward.
The urge to scream at him at both of us are victims here is stronger than ever right now but I restrain myself from doing so, knowing really well that it will only fuck up the situation more.
Harry stands up from the bed I instantly scoot backwards, the fear of him hitting me stronger than ever but instead of coming towards me, he marches towards the closet. I gasp as he start throwing out clothes, groaning loudly as he clamps the closet shut again with a loud thud.
I watch as he stands there with one of his hand running through his hair making him appear frustrated and tense. A few moments later Harry sharply turns around and walk towards the dressing table. After rummaging through two of the drawers he finally turns around, his eyes running over the mess he has created before his gaze lands on me and he walks towards me slowly.
Once he's only a foot away from my figure, he opens the small green box and stares at me for a couple of seconds before throwing it on the floor near me.
"I was going to propose you." Harry says, sounding defeated and broken all of the sudden as he stares at the ring that has fallen out of the box. "Bought it the same night you ran off."
I avert my gaze from Harry towards the beautiful diamond ring lying on the floor. With quivering hand, I pick up the delicate ring from the floor and stare at it for a good minute, fascinated by it's beauty.
"It's.. beautiful." I say in the small voice, looking up from the ring towards Harry whose standing there, biting his lower lip.
"Thought it would look more beautiful in your hand." Harry mutters lowly, sitting down on the floor next me and placing his head in his hands as if he's extremely tired.
"You ruined it." Harry says after a minute of silence and then puffs out a breath from his mouth before looking back at me. His eyes looking pained, like he's about to cry any minute.
I open my mouth to say something, anything to soothe him but no words leave my mouth, for a moment my mind goes totally blank. Both of us stare at each other for sometime before finally Harry looks away. Breathing out deeply, he stands up from the floor and without saying anything else, he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I sit there staring at the door for a couple of seconds before blinking a few times and looking down at the ring in my hand. The first thing that comes to my is, Fuck!
Fuck that bitch for being such a coward. Fuck her for not telling Harry the truth and fuck her for ruining mine and Harry's life.
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THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016
FanfictionShe was standing on the curb, waiting for him to arrive and take her away like he had promised. But he never showed up, instead a man with dark brow curly hair approached her and placing a cloth on her mouth, he waited till she was unconscious befor...
