Complicated // h.s.

eight

*Sawyer's POV*

As if it was like clockwork, Harry stopped talking to me. He was probably mad about the fact that I lashed out on him whenever he asked to get to know me. Harry would just walk passed me without a word or recognition of my presence. I never really attempted to try to talk to him either.

Our parents were gone again on another of Harry's dad's business trips. I snuck into Harry's room making sure that no one saw me go in. He was lying on his bed with his phone over his head and a dress shirt unbuttoned with slacks. He then looked up at me and got up and walked towards his bathroom. I quickly stopped him from walking by grabbing his wrist.

"I only have pizza once a year and I only sleep in on Saturdays. I eat cereal with a fork because I hate milk. I have an irrational fear for elevators. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. I can count to a thousand. I can say the ABCs backwards without missing a letter. I don't believe in love. I have a fascination with guns. My birthday is on New Year's. I haven't cried in two years. I hate dogs. The only book that I ever cried over was Nineteen Minutes. I haven't had candy in three years. I used to be a dancer and swimmer but I quit that when I was sixteen. My first and only love is sushi. Yoga is my favorite exercise. I hate cake but I love icing... um... anything else?" I asked him rambling about the things that I liked and didn't like.

"What's your favorite color?" he mumbled.

"White." I said relaxing a little bit.

"Why?" he asked.

He has had to ask questions.

"Because it's pure. It has an innocence to it that no one can ruin. It's like clarity to me. I don't know." I rambled. I didn't know how to explain absolutely anything.

Harry straightened himself out and looked down at me. He intimidated me with his taller frame. His jaw was clenched and he still looked mad.

"Why did you quit dancing and swimming?" he asked curiously.

"That's none of your business. I told you enough." It was my turn to look angry and clench my jaw.

Harry nodded, "Fair enough. You can leave."

I looked at him with more anger than before. I wasn't expecting him to act that way after I told him simple things about me. He should have been lucky that I cared enough to tell him the slightest bit of information about me.

"But what about you? You made me tell you about myself... what about you?" I asked now becoming curious.

"I could sleep in every single day if I could. I know how to play the C chord on guitar. I love cake, hate icing. I graduated early so that I could take care of my mum. My favorite song is "Come Back to Bed." I hate long car rides. I get seasick. I hate sushi. I always wanted to go to a music and film festival. I hate talking in front of people. I hate ice cream. I like frozen yogurt. Sandwiches are a weird concept to me. I like the Neighbourhood. I hate living in such a big house where you can't find anything. I had a rabbit once and I accidentally killed it by holding its neck too tight. I'm actually not a big fan of pizza. I don't know what else to tell you." He explained to me. "Oh, and I kind of enjoy having sex with this girl name Sawyer."

He started to back me into the bed. He kissed my lips deeply as my back finally hit his mattress.

"Favorite color?" I asked pulling away.

"Black." He began to kiss my neck.

"Why?" I asked groaning from the interaction.

"Reminds me of you."