Everyone Has Problems

Its really really short but I promise that all the other chapters will be much longer.

And just heads up Louis isn't introduced in the story till later.

ENJOY:D

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"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill thy envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal liv -"

"Nicole!"

I closed my eyes tiredly, watching as the red tinge singed my eyelids. I breathed in the heat slowly, feeling the sun delicately brush my cheeks. My eyes fluttered open, and I resumed reading from the italicized words on the page in front of me.

"vesta livery is but sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off."

"Nicole!"

Gently, my teeth grazed my lower lip as I clutched the worn book close to my chest. I glanced up to see Harry stalking towards me, fingers tangled in his hair that made me wonder if he was angry. As his pace increased, I stepped back.

He stopped a few inches in front of me, his green eyes seeking many things from me. Answers, explanations, emotion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He seethed, dropping his hands to his sides.

I cowered back from him, fighting my natural instinct to lower my head and run away. My lower lip trembled; I did not understand why he was angry.

"H-Harry..." I whispered, but he held a hand up.

"No, don't you dare change the fucking subject! That's all you do, change the goddamn subject!"

"Oh Harry, did you know Stanley feeds off avigrain birdseed? It's his favourite." Or "Do you know Shakespeare took his plots from European stories that had been translated to english?"

"No, and I don't want to fucking know! I want to talk to you, not an encyclopedia! What the hell is wrong with you? What is it? When it comes to avoiding the situation at hand, you're either hiding behind the pages of your precious books, or you're watching that bloody bird chirp away for hours. Look at you, you can't even fucking look at me!"

I felt the familiar sting behind my eyes, and wondered whether tears did have a salty taste. I figured I'd find out today.

"You won't even try," he sighed, and I saw his hands plaster themselves over his eyes. I wanted to whisper to him that he was wrong, to touch his cheek and whisper, Harry. I am trying. I'm trying so much.

"I'm so sick of this shit. So sick of trying with you."

I remained silent, but that only seemed to make him angrier. His hands flew from his face, and he turned away, threading his hands through his hair.

"You know what, Nicole ? You're not even fucking worth the effort. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but it's clear you don't -"

I hadn't even heard him come downstairs, or close the door, or call my name. I just heard it. The crack of fist to bone. I saw Harry's body slam against the concrete, and my brother's figure hovering over him.