Two Truths & A Lie

Chapter 25

"I refuse to believe that you're sitting in front of me right now. There is no way you had the audacity to come and see me in the hospital," I said to the sulking Harry sitting the blue chair across my white room. His shoulders slumped as he rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the ground for a moment. It was then that he seemed to remember he was holding flowers in his left hand. He jumped up so quickly that his beanie fell off of his head, but when he spun around to retrieve it from the floor, he smashed the vibrant bouquet of flowers into the side of my hospital bed, sending some of the delicate petals trickling to the cold, tile beside his beanie. Harry stood up straight with his back turned to me and took a deep, disappointed breath.

"Listen," I said to his back. "I'm really tired and if you're not going to say anything within the next thirty seconds then you should leave. If you're going to say something wicked to me, like you only used me all this time for my snatch, then I don't particularly want to hear it. I think getting thrown off the roof was enough for one year."

"I'm sorry, Em," Harry finally said, spinning to face me. "I'm so, so sorry and you were so right about everything. Everything. Every single thing you said to me-"

"If you know it's true, why do you let it happen?? How in the hell can you allow yourself to change into that demonic version of yourself?"

"I- I don't know. I can't explain it to you or to anyone because I don't know. I just had such a long phase with Brynn that being around her instantly takes me right back to being the awful Harold from that phase," he said, pacing around the bed and avoiding looking me in the eyes.

"So you change for people." 

Harry started to shake his head, but stopped and shrugged.  "Just for Brynn I guess."

"Well that sucks," I sighed. "You should really try and get a hold on that issue before you start dating whoever your next girlfriend is-"

"Oh god, don't do that to me," Harry seemed to whine. He dropped down on his knees and leaned onto the bed. He placed the flowers on my lap and reached for my hands. "No, Em. No. Please, please just-"

"I'm so fucking pissed off at you, do you get that?" I cut him off. I grabbed the flowers and threw them across the room. "No one has ever hurt me like you did. If I mattered to you at all you would have fought-"

"I am fighting for you!" Harry raised his voice. Through the window, I spotted Lucia and a few other nurses watching, a few of them covering their mouths as they watched what they probably thought was a cute little high school soap opera.

"I don't mean fighting for me or fighting Louis or fighting Luica to try and see me in here, I mean you should have fought yourself," I snapped at Harry, who instantly knew what I meant and sat back on his knees, away from me and the hospital bed. "You should have realized that you were turning back into that shithead of a person and fought it. Instead, you just let it take over you in a matter of four seconds-"

"You don't understand-"

"Explain it to me then!"

"I was fighting it, Em!"

"I don't believe you, Harry."

Harry stood up exasperatedly and threw his head back, letting his long arms dangle by his sides as he tried to think. "For three to four years, I was with Brynn, allowing her make me into..."

"Stupid Harry," I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest.

Harry frowned at me, but reluctantly nodded. "I was with Brynn allowing her to make me into Stupid Harry. But then we moved to America and you came along and snapped me out of it. I will tell you the truth-"