The longer i stayed and wondered to more it hurt. Speaking to Eric on the phone brang somewhat comfort to me but i know something isn't quite right with Eric, Harry nor me.
It was wednesday afternoon and Harry hadn't arrived home since i last saw him which was on Monday. He's scaring me, i don't know where to go, what to do. He's all i had, he threw it all away. I was lying on my bed holding my mobile against my chest hoping he'd call, just for some reassurance. i heard the front door shut harshly making me sit up.
my eyes wondered to room, "Harry?" i shouted and got no responce.
i was muttering Harry's name under my breath as i hurried downstairs. i stopped in my tracks as i watched Harry and his slow movements. my mouth agape as he dropped his bag on the floor, staring back at me.
i took slow strides towards him until we were directly infront of each other. He took a step back raising his hand, "Before you say anything.. actually don't ask, don't ask. I don't need you're sympathey."
i snatched his arm in my palm, holding him. I lifted my shaky fingers to his cheek, he winced as i pressed my fingers to his now purple cheek. He had a tear in his eyebrow, his lip cut and eye bruised to it's limits. "What.. What did you do? i-
he slapped my hand away.
"You don't need to pretend you care anymore."
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Fanfiction*CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT* Macey and Harry have been broken up for 2 months and are finding it difficult to cope. With Harry out, nights on end along side his training and Macey staying home trying to figure her life out, will there frustration...
