My knees go weak and I drop to the floor. My hand covers my mouth, trying to lower my sobs. Abby runs over to me and gets down to my level.
"Brooke, please, talk to me."
I shake my head and let the tears continue to spill down my cheeks. All the other dancers watch from the window. They heard everything, all of it. Abby takes out her phone and texts someone, then quickly goes back to me.
"This is the second time he's hurt you like this." She shakes her head. "Brooke.."
My sobs stop for a split second. "What did I just do?" I choke the last word and start crying again.
"You called him out. You did the right thing."
"I ruined his temper.."
"What do you mean?"
"He has a bad temper, he promised he'd try to never... Lash out on me, I made him lash out on me, ab."
The door bursts open. A pair of hands pick me up and carry me out to a car. My tears start to calm down. As much as I want it to be harry I know it can't be.
"We'll get you home." My eyes make out the figure, it's Luke. He rubs my head once and gets In the front seat.
HARRYS P.O.V.
I walk into my house and throw my keys onto my table.
"Hi harry." My mom greets me, I avoid her and run upstairs to my room. The door slams shut and I slide down it.
I hate myself. I hate myself so fucking much. I hurt her, I promised never to do that. But I did it. Anger takes over my body and I get up and start pacing the room. I can't control my anger, I wind up, and punch the wall, leaving a hole. I haven't done that since I was fifteen.
"Fuck!" I look at my knuckles, bloody and bruises forming.
I'm not done yet.
My anger takes over again and next thing I know, I'm throwing and breaking everything I can lay my hands on. My lamp, the chair, the fan, the paintings, guitar, all being thrown, broken.
"I fucked it up." I say as I pace again. "I fucked everything up."
My phone goes off in the corner. I stare at it before going over and picking it up.
"Harry, you explain everything you fucking said to brooke right now." Abby says loud and clear.
"Nows not the best time." I growl.
"I don't give a fuck. Explain."
I breathe heavily and pull my hair. "I fucked up! I have a bad temper and it hurt the way she said it and I lashed I out. I never meant to hurt her."
"Well fuckboy, you hurt her, really bad. She fell to the floor in sobs and screams and is now in the car with Luke probably still bawling her eyes out!"
My mind races back to the hospital, I watched her fall. It was a sight I never wanted to see again, and she just did it again.
"She had an anxiety attack..."
"You did this to her! You're such a fucking prick, do you understand what you do to people?
She loves you! Why she does I'll never know why, but she does and you go and do that to her. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Abby just shut the fuck up!" I scream. The line is silent.
"Brooke doesn't deserve you."
"You don't think I already figured that out?"
"I don't like you harry, I don't. Haven't since you lied to her the first time with Alison."
"That relationship lasted a month."
"You still lied to her! God harry you are so clueless. Just stay away from her, okay? You'll cause a lot less trouble. You can have your flings and you won't have to worry about hurting Brooke."
"Brooke is my best friend."
"Wrong, she's my best friend, she's Luke's best friend. You just proved where you stand. Goodbye Harry." The line goes dead.
My breathing gets faster as I grab my phone, and slam it into the wall. I watch it crack and call apart.
I don't like Luke.
I don't like Abby.
But I fucking hate myself.
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