Fix me|| HS

Chapter five

I was thinking about changing the name to Ready to Run but idk. What do y'all think?

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Violet

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"Are you serious?! The more I try to get away from you the more you appear!" I shout with my hands up in the air.

He looks up from what he was doing, and smirks. He has his hair up in a man bun, something I've never seen on him before.

"Well it's not my fault we both live in the same world." He winks at me before putting a few makeup brushes away.

I roll my eyes before crossing my arms, and stomping my feet on the floor a few times while letting out a deep breath of frustration.

"Stop exaggerating you drama queen." Harry huffs before standing up from a squat position. "We're just gonna work together. It's not like we have to marry each other." Harry is way too calm to be normal, he usually looks mad or tries to be sexual-- well that's just the information I picked up since for the past few days.

"You're right." I admitted looking down. Harry's right, maybe I am exaggerating a little. As much as I hate to admit that I'm wrong, I am.

Harry blinks a few times. "You're not gonna fight back?" I caught him off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he begins while working on the same time. "Since you moved in you would always fight back with everything that I would say." He then looks back up, and nibbles on his bottom lip with his teeth.

I roll my eyes in a playful way before helping him put the makeup pallets away with the rest. We worked in silence, but not in an awkward silence, it was actually pretty peaceful since I didn't have to hear his annoyance buzz in my ear.

After a few minutes of silence, and constantly having to squat down to reach the very bottom shelfs, I hear a crashing sound.

Harry was next to me squatted down when he then lost his balance, and fell back.

I burst out laughing when I saw the poor guy flat on the floor while blinking a few times to realize what just happened.

When he hears me laughing he groans, and quickly wrapped a hand on my ankle, yanking me to fall.

"Harry!" I yell as I fall down right next to him. My hair covers my face as it is his turn to laugh.

"Karma's a bitch." He laughs while standing up. He helps me get up as well, and I stick my tongue out at him.

"You're so childish." He rolls his eyes with a small smile.

"I won't act my age." I shrug with a sigh.

"Hold old are you?" He asks looking at me, but I ignore his stare as I continue to put the things away.

I didn't answer him right away, but I did answer. "Twenty-three." I still wasn't looking at him.

"Same. But to be honest you look younger, like nineteen." From the corner of my eye I can see him smirk, but yet again, I ignore him.

We stay in silence again as we worked, but this time it was much longer. We stayed like this for a solid twenty minutes, once in a while helping the customers that asked us where something was.

"So what's your story?" I blurted out to him. He looked at me confused, but then just went with it. He leaned against the stack of boxes before answering me.

"My whole life I've been living in England. A few things then happened so I moved here to the U.S. At first I didn't know where to go, so I would move from motel to motel until I landed here. You?"

I don't know if I should tell him my real story, and I'm also not sure if I can trust him-- so I decide not to.

"Well I used to live in the north. I then got tired of the same old things so I decided to move to the south to get a taste of something different." I shake a little as I tell him my lie, but I don't think he noticed.

His stare deeply burns into mine, and I can feel he knows I'm lying. "I know you're lying." He then says raising his eyebrow up.

"I'm not lying-"

"I could tell because you were shaking, and you couldn't see me in the eyes while you were talking."

Fuck he has me now. I've always been a bad lier so I can't blame myself for that.

But he's still a stranger to me, how can I trust him with my past? How can I tell a complete stranger that one of the main reasons I moved here was because I did something horrible to a man after having to be forced to marry him by my own parents?

"Look," I begin to speak, this time looking at him in the eyes. "You're still a stranger to me, so I won't tell you my actual story. I don't think I'll ever say it." He nods before going back to work.

"Are you mad?" I ask while he throws a box away.

"A little. I mean you're also a stranger to me, yet I still told you mines. I didn't have to you know."

I nod in agreement, he's right again. I won't tell him the story in specific details, but I'll say a little.

"Fine I'll tell you-"

"Nah. I don't want to know it anymore. I bet you were just a rich girl that would get anything from her daddy, and was spoiled her whole fucking life."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I raise my hand up, and I slap him across the face. How dare he talk to me like that when he knows nothing about me.

He puts a hand on his cheek that is now red, as he slowly moves his head to look at me. His eyes get dark, and he slams me against the shelfs, causing a few things to fall down.

"You're lucky people are around or I would have fucking killed you." His voice sends shivers down my spine before he lets go of me.

He looks at me a little longer before he walks away, disappearing through the aisles.

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I'm already home, and I can't stop thinking about what Harry said. Is he actually capable of physically hurting me?

Of course he is, I mean look at the way his veins pop out of his neck, and the way his hands ball up into a fist while his chest buffs up. He's like Hulk but in a British and less green way.

Maybe I should apologize, I mean I can't have him mad at me or something could happen. What if he kills me in my sleep?! Okay now I'm over reacting, but I should apologize.

I walk out my apartment, and I knock on his apartment door. He still didn't answer me, so I knocked again.

A few seconds later and the door cracked open. My smile fades away when I realize a woman was the one who opened. She's in her laced underwear and looks at me with a smirk.

I awkwardly clear my voice. "Uhm is Harry here?"

"He is, but he can't talk to you right now."

"Why not?"

"Well," she bends down to whisper in my ear. "He's naked while handcuffed to the bed."
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I love Harry's man bun. It looks better on him then when I do it to myself lmao

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