[June 2nd, 2016]
I've spent days—maybe even weeks—shut away in my house, venturing out only when absolutely necessary. But Harmony insisted I needed to break free from my self-imposed isolation, worried I'd wither away in solitude. So now, here I am, immersed in the flashing lights and pounding beats of the club, surrounded by my closest friends. With every drink I take and every dance move I make, Harry seems to fade further into the background.
"I need to talk to you," a voice whispers urgently in my ear. Startled, I turn around, my breath catching in my throat. There stands Harry, appearing just when I manage to stop thinking about him for a moment. I attempt to step away, but his grip on my arm stops me in my tracks.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" Harmy steps in, pushing him back, she is tall but not as tall as him which means I need to be quick before he gets past her. As I leave, I see Harmy confronting him, her finger pointed in his face. He doesn't seem to care about her; he's just past her, trying to spot me.
I just don't want to talk to him right now. I'm too ashamed and angry with myself. He played me, and I let him. That's when I enter the bathroom, shaking. "Hey Noa? Are you okay?" Abi follows me in, her voice calm.
"He's here," I manage to say, crouching down filling my world spin.
"Who? Harry?" she asks, looking confused and trying to act as sober as possible.
I nod, trying to focus on my breathing. " Did he talk to you?" she ask softly and inviting, her eyes searching mine.
"He tried, he just said he needed to talk to me," I shrug, rubbing my eyes, feeling exhausted.
"Mhmm," she murmurs, taking it in.
"I feel so stupid, guilty, and disgusting every time I look at him," I say, shaking my head.
"Hey, hey, hey you're not stupid," she says firmly. "What happened wasn't your fault."
"I'm tired of feeling so much," I say, my voice shaking.
"I know," Abi exhales softly.
"I just hate myself sometimes," I admit, rubbing my burning eyes.
"Don't say that!" she asserts, more firmly this time, her expression stern. "I love you. You're my best friend, and it hurts when you talk badly about my best friend." She gently brushes some hair away from my face.
Despite everything, I manage a small smile. "My life was finally good, and then he had to show up and mess everything up. I hate him for that, but what I hate more is that I don't hate him. I still love him."
_
[June 4th, 2016]
I jolt awake to a pounding on my front door, muttering curses under my breath I rush out of bed to quiet the noise before it wakes up Arlo. Hastily, I reach the door and swing it open.
And there he is. Standing tall but looking small. "Harry! What the fuck are you doing here?" I snap, frustration lacing my tone. "Arlo is asleep! You're going to wake him up!"
"I need to talk to you!" Harry insists, looking visibly stressed.
"So you thought pounding on my door at 6 in the morning was the way to do it?" I whisper yell, my tone firm.
"Well, I got your attention, you're talking to me right now which is an improvement," he shrugs, a hint of defensiveness in his reply.
"Fuck you!" I move to shut the door, but he blocks it with his foot.
YOU ARE READING
H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
