Fiendish

Chapter 20

It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going.

-Paramore, Last Hope

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Carmen's Pov.

Harry returned to his home about two hours later. He seemed beyond pissed and wouldn't even speak to me. But I didn't mind his quietness; all I could thing about was what Zayn told me. Come to think of it, I'm very relieved Harry hasn't said a word to me. If he did I wouldn't know how to reply without my voice wavering in fear and sadness and nervousness.

It was now 2:55pm and I desperately wanted to go back home to my apartment. I stood up from my seat on the couch, my knees shaking as I began walking to find Harry. I didn't know where he was but I needed him to take me home. I slowly walked upstairs, biting my thumb nail nervously. I knocked on his bedroom door and when I got no response I pushed it open. Harry's room was empty and I swallowed.

I walked down the dull hall, the nervousness and fear nipping at the back of my neck. I walked past a door that was slightly open. A sliver of light was coming out and I stepped toward it. I heard grunts coming from inside and I exhaled a deep breath. I pushed the door open and took a step in.

This room wasn't just a room, but a training room. There was a treadmill, weights, and even targets for what I assumed would be target practice. In the center of all of this was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and a sweating Harry. His hair was tied back and his shirt was on the floor. His muscles contracted with every jab he made. Harry punched the punching bag with so much strength and fury that I flinched at every single jab. I took another step forward, hoping he'd notice me. When he didn't I cleared my throat.

"H-Harry?" I called out and he continued to release his anger on the bag.

"Harry." I said louder and this time he stopped. He slowly turned around, breathing heavily. His hair stuck to his face and his tatted chest glistening with a sheer coat of sweat.

"What?" He asked, putting his hand on the punching bag to stop the movement.

"I-I want to go home." I told him, crossing my arms around my body as I waited for a response.

Harry looked at me in the way that makes me uncomfortable and I looked away.

"Ten minutes." Harry said, breathlessly. "Give me ten minutes."

I nodded my head and exited the room. I closed the door and rushed downstairs. I walked into the living room and slipped on my shoes. I put my hands on my face, already so tired. I ran my fingers through my hair and waited for Harry.

A few minutes passed by when I heard Harry coming down the stairs. I stood up and crossed my arm over my chest. Harry's hair was put up in a bun and he had fresh clothes on. I came to the conclusion that Harry had took a quick shower while he shoved on his shoes.

"Ready?" Harry asked and I nodded my head once. He held my gaze for a second too long before heading toward the front door. I calmly followed him out the door and walked toward Harry's car. I opened the passenger's side door slid in. I closed the door behind me and watched Harry get in on his side.

"So, your apartment?" Harry asked and I nodded.

Harry let out a sigh and started his car. He pulled out of his driveway and drove down the road. A heavy silence washed over us and every time I took a breath in I felt like the oxygen was too thick, filled with unsaid word and tension.

"Look," Harry spoke up, shocking me as he broke the silence that lingered between us. "I know I've been acting different ever since I got back and...and I'm sorry about that."