George lands on his back with a thud. Harry climbs out the window, while George steadies himself on the ground again. Harry throws a punch and hits George in the face. George pushes Harry into a tree. I climb out the window to try and stop this fight. I don't think I'll be able to do it physically, but maybe I can talk them out of it.
"Stop it" I yell.
George manages to get Harry down on the ground. George strikes at Harrys face again. And Again. And again. How can Harry lose this fight? He really needs to get on his feet.
"Do you want me to tell her or should I?" George screams into Harry's face. George stands up, but Harry is out of strength. George places his foot at Harry's throat, making him unable to breathe. I yell and scream and beg George to stop, but he doesn't.
"Harry and I were best friends" he says in a harsh and spitty tone, "best friends" he repeats.
"We agreed that you were untouchable" he exclaims.
"Why?" I furiously ask.
"Because we are both in love with you," he says.
What? What is he saying?
"What does that mean?" I ask, even though I clearly know the answer.
"If only one of us could have you, then we'd rather none of us could have you. So we made a pact."
I don't understand what's going on. Harry is on the verge of dying and here George is, telling me they both love me.
"But he wanted more, '' George says, and his expression changes to an angry and furious one. He steps even harder on Harrys throat.
"Please let him go" I beg, as tears stream down my face. I try to pull George away from Harry, but he is much stronger than me. I fell to my knees by Harrys' side. George steps off Harrys throat and bends down on one knee. Harry coughs roughly.
"Do you want to tell her what happens next?" George grins.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask. He is literally a monster.
"Okay, I'll tell her." George says. But he doesn't, cause in a matter of seconds Harry has him pinned to the ground. Harry yanks George's head on a trunk and stands up. He takes my hand and pulls me with him. George is unconscious. Harry helps me through the window again.
"What the fuck Harry" I yell.
"Trust me" he says, "you don't want to know!"
"Yeah, I kind of do," I say in an angry tone.
"It would forexmple be nice to know how long you've been in fucking love with me" I say harshly.
"Since" he says, but hesitates, "Since 7th grade" he states.
"Since 7th grade" I repeat, with an almost mocking tone.
"Yeah" he says plainly. He looks to the floor. Stops in his tracks. He was in the middle of packing all of his stuff.
"Why are you packing?" I ask.
"Because we are going to leave!" he exclaims.
"Why?"
"Do you think we can stay here? When he wakes up, I'm dead." he says. I'm tired of being shut out.
"Harry!" I yell. He is startled. He turns to me. Tears stream down my face again.
"You can't keep telling me off. I'm tired of it." I say. He looks at me. I think he finally understands.
He walks over to me and holds me.
