Whispers // HS

Five

I sat back down on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. The clock read 8 in the morning. No use in going back to sleep now. I walked to the bathroom and stared at my dissapointing reflection. I pulled my hair into a loose bun, noting to take a shower once I return. I took my anti-depressant pills and slipped out the door and down the stairs. Making my way to the kitchen I stepped over a few unconcious, dirty college students and scoffed at the sight.

"Goodmorning, beautiful." My tired eyes came in contact with a pair of bright green ones.

"GoodMorning Harry." I scoffed.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said this morning. It wasn't me talking." I said, sighing.

"Oh, I know. It's okay Valerie." He said, smiling.

"I made Tea." He chimed, sliding a dark blue mug over to me.

"Thanks, I muttered." I peered down at the drink, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What?" He said.

"Why is it this dark?" I asked, walking to the refridgerator to retrieve the milk.

"Ew! Valerie, what the hell? You put milk in your tea?" He said, crinkling his nose. "Americans." He scoffed.

"Hey. Don't be rude." I said, raising an eyebrow to him.

He put his hands up in defense. "My bad." He smirked.

I slid on the island counter next to him, sipping my tea and picking at a biscut.

"Hey Val?" He asked.

"Mhm?" I muttered.

"Please stay away from Niall. Really." He said, his voice straining.

"I will, Harry. But why do you want me to so bad?" I said. I remembered his words from earlier.

I don't give a shit about you, if thats what you think.

"He just, he's not a terrible guy, but he doesn't have any brains. I think you could see that from last night. I mean hey, the kid is an english major, but thats just because his daddy is the second richest man in england."

"Mm. Who's the first?" I said.

He hesistated. "I don't know." His eyes drew away from mine.

"Who is it Harry?" I asked again.

He slammed his fist down on the counter. I jumped, hitting my head slightly on the cabinet above me.

"I said, I don't know." He growled.

"Okay Harry I'm so-" He stormed away from me, towards the front door. I ran after him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I gasped as he turned on his heel, grabbing my wrist and twisting it.

"Do not touch me." He sneered. I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"Jesus christ," I muttered. He grabbed the door handle, and flung the door open. "Why are you so mad?" I spat.

"When I say I don't know something, then I don't. Dont pester me with things you don't need to know. I don't need an annoying, whiny girl always asking me about things. I already know that's how you are. And when I tell you to do something, you do it." He pushed a finger into my chest, storming out of the house.

Geez, and I thought I was out of line. I sighed, shutting the door. I pressed my back up against it, rubbing my temples. What the fuck was that.

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A/N oh no harry has a secret
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miranda