Siren

4. Sienna

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"Stop it, Harry!" I shouted.

"Me stop? I'm telling you to stop!" He grabbed both my wrists and pinned me against the wall. "Now quit acting this way. You're ruining everything!" He told me.

"How can I when you already have?" I muttered. I spit in his face, and he let go of me. I ran into the bedroom and locked the door. All I heard was the beat of my heart and his feet following me.

"Open the door!" SIlence. "Stop acting like a child! I'm sick of the bullshit!" He hollered. I felt the tears wetten my cheeks as they streamed down my face. I heard the thump of his foot kicking the door. Then his fists hit the door repeatedly. I was so scared he would kick down the door, I cried out. I listened as multiple swear words slipped out of his mouth.

"Just leave me alone!" I screamed. He pounded his fists against the door once more.

"If you don't open this door, I swear to God I'll-" He stopped short as a sob escaped my throat. Then there was only silence, and the pounding had stopped. "Please sweetheart." He whispered.

"You'll what?" My voice shook. There was a pause. He sighed.

"I won't do anything." He said. "I'm sorry." He whispered. We sat there in silence for a while. "Please come out, Baby. I swear I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." I listened to the sound of our heartbeats, kept track of how many times he exhaled. My hand slowly crept toward the doornob, and I turned it. My boyfriend was collapsed on the ground, with his head in his hands. Finally, he looked up. His eyes were puffy and red.

"Harry" I breathed, falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Sienna. I'm sorry. I'm-I'm so so sorry I never-" I moved towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Shhh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay." He shook his head. We both cried together.

"I don't want to lose you." He whispered.

"You won't." I sniffed. "I promise."

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After I went home, I watched Glee seasons 2 and 3 on my laptop and ,made myself some pancakes. Later, Liam called and said he was coming over. That was cool with me. I was watching youtube videos when I heard the door slam.

"You know that door deserves more respect." I said. I slouched on the couch.

"Sorry." he said breathlessly. "Do you have any kind of depressant?" He asked, walking toward my kitchen. I snorted.

"You mean liquor? It's in the cuboard above the fridge. Bring me a cup of whatever you get." I said, scrolling through my emails. I heard Liam set my cup on my coffee table but I didn't look up. He started tapping his hand on the table over and over.

"Yes?" I said. Liam didn't reply. I started replying to a few emails and Liam continued to tap louder and louder. I closed my laptop and looked up at him. "Okay what the fuck is your problem?" Liam shrugged. "You're annoying the hell out of me." I told him.

"Maybe I should leave then." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe you should tell me what's up." I suggested. Liam took a drink of whatever was in his glass. Then he sighed.

"I don't have have a problem. Just frusterated is all." He said. Oh shit. Was this going to turn into a therapy session?

"Do you want to talk about it?" I mumbled. I hated these moments.

"No, it's fine." He gave me a small smile. Whew.

"Good. Now what's on the agenda Lili?" I asked.

"I dunno. What do you want to do?" He said.

"I bet I could beat your ass at Just Dance 4." I said, confidently.

"Yeah right."

"We shall seeeee." I hissed and put the game into the Wii. We started playing. By the fourth game we were both out of breath and fairly drunk, whatever Liam and I were drinking had done the trick. Liam was kicking my butt, just like he said. Before long we were both laughing our asses off, and I fell to the ground.

"Hey Si!" He yelled, and got on his knees to laugh with me.

"Yes Besfren?" My speech slurred.

"I'm tireddddd." He really was. It was past midnight and Liam could barely keep his eyes open.

"Lets sleep then." I said, and Liam layed flat on his back and closed his eyes. Was he really going to sleep on the floor? He was a stupid drunk. I headed towards my room when I heard my phone vibrate. 1 new message.

From: Unknown

This is Harry. We need to talk.

My heart fluttered in my chest a little. As much as I hated to admit it. How did he even get my number? I forbid Liam from ever giving it to him. Suddenly, in my state, things started to clear for me. I replied before I could stop myself,

To: Harry

Come to me, baby.

Did I mention I was also a stupid drunk?