Fix me|| HS

Chapter Eight

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Violet's POV

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I was walking back home from the flower shop with a huge smile. I haven't felt this feeling in a while, and to be honest, it feels pretty damn good.

People have always warned me to never get too attached to someone, 'cause at the end you'll just be attaching to something that would never be yours.

I know sometimes that's not the case when you find true love but it applies to mostly everyone in this planet.

His name is Niall, and he has melted my heart with the way he speaks, and the way he looks.

My mother always used to tell me that it's better to love a man by his way in life than his way in looks, but sometimes the looks blind us that we never focus if we fell in love with a serial killer or a mad psycho. Am I right?

As I walked down the hall to where my apartment door is, something strange cached my eye. I saw a guy seated on the floor with his back against the door to my apartment. His legs are buried in his chest, and his head was low; his hair spilled all over his shoulders. His breathing was slow, and it looked like he's crying.

I quickly made my way to the guy, and then I recognized who it is. I kneeled down, and I tapped on his shoulder before rubbing my palm on his back in a rhythm of small circles.

"Harry, are you okay?" I whisper to him.

I haven't spoken to him much lately-- but when we did, we would just fire back to each other in a rude tone; constantly arguing about stupid things.

"Don't touch me." Harry jolts up as he pushed my hand away from him. By his greater force on me, it made me fall back; even though I wasn't far from the floor, it still hurt.

"Ow!" I almost shout, but I might have been exaggerating a bit. "What's your problem jerk?"

"None of your business." He fires back at me as he stands up. "Why are you even here?" He looks at me in disgust.

"I'm actually supposed to be asking you that. Why are you here? This is my god damn apartment you're leaning on."

He ignores my question, and just looks down in defeat. I took in a better look of his eyes, and they look puffy.

"Were you crying-" I begin to speak, but I then feel his strong hands push me against the wall.

"Leave me the fuck alone." His warm breath hits my face along with his low thick voice, and his eyes stare deadly deeply at me. With that he turns to his heels, and disappears into his apartment.

I huff as I clench my hands into a fist, but then I soften a bit after a few moments to myself.

I don't blame Harry for getting angry, because for me, I can also have mood swings that come out of nowhere, but I wish I could know more about him.

I barely know anything about the guy, and what happened now made me want to know even more then just a guy named Harry that lives next to me.

He's really attractive; I'm not gonna lie on that, but he can have such an annoying attitude that makes me want to punch his face.

I've never seen him smile in joy, only smirk after he does a sexual comment or move. I feel like he tries to be such a cold hearted person, when actually he can be quite sweet.