Silence ✧ H.S

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty One

Harry's POV

I read the messages and thought, "Who the hell is Kyle? Why the hell is he texting my girl?" Then I had to remind myself, she isn't my girl, at least not yet. I couldn't let my jealousy get to me. You could tell this Kyle guy was annoyed though, his texts saying things like Why aren't you answering me? or Was it me? Did I do something wrong? What really got me mad was the fact that the texts kept coming in. Does he ever stop?

Falyns POV

I sat there while Harry's face grew more red and tensed up. I saw his fist ball up. What was he thinking? I wish I knew what was going through his head. What had the texts say? I hadn't even opened them before Harry took the phone. With Kyle texting me, who knew. What if he said something about our kiss? I wish that never happened. He forced me into it; I didn't feel a thing. It was nothing like when me and Harry kiss. When me and Harry kiss its like butterflies in my stomach, I've never had someone kiss me like he did. Even in my longest relationship. I felt, alive for once in my life and everyday when I'm with Harry.

When Kyle kissed me I felt disgusted. It's not that he was a bad kisser, I just didn't have those feelings I have when I kiss Harry. I looked up into Harry's eyes and they were staring back at me. Shit, look away Falyn. I looked down at my hand in my lap and kept imaging his expression. He looked beyond pissed.

"Who's Kyle?"

"I met him when I left that day."

"So what, you ran from me and just happened to run to him?"

"Like I said I had just met him, I didn't mean to meet him. He happened to be where I was, I wasn't intending on meeting somebody. You're acting as if I knew that he'd be at a Subway that I've never been to and in a place I've only lived at for awhile."

"I wouldn't know, you left me. What did you and him talk about?"

"Harry, what does it matter?"

"It matters because you're mine. Nobody else's."

"Wow. I'm yours? Pretty sure last time I checked, I was my selfs."

"I mean-"

"No, don't even. Don't try to sit there and 'explain' to me. You don't get it do you?"

"Get what?"

"You don't get that I am my own person. I don't need a protector. I don't need someone to be there for me. You have no idea what I've been through. My past, my old life, my family. You wouldn't ever imagine what I've been through. The hell I've gone through to make myself the strong person I am. The person that is telling you that I don't need you. I don't need a boyfriend, someone to buy me stuff or tell me I'm pretty. I don't need you Harry."

Why was he just sitting there? Does he not understand? I'm not his possession. I said that I didn't need him but I did in a way.

"Harry." I said hesitantly. I reached for his hand but he yanked his hand back. I sat there with my hand in the middle of the table, looking into his eyes. They were so dark. His eyes are usually the gorgeous green color that I can look into and see myself in him. I see the pure warmness that his heart has. All I could see now is dark, black orbs that show nothing.

He launches up and I sit there as he throws the table over and kicks his chair. All I hear is crashing of glass and the wind blowing like screams in my ears. I watch a scene that looks like a tornado, breaking anything in its path. He clenches his fist so hard that I can see blood come to the skin because his nails are digging deep. Harry turns and faces me, eyes still black, I guide my stare at the ground and see his feet get closer to me. He walks to me and grabs my shoulders and lifts me up. I don't want to make eye contact with him because I'm scared of what I'll see. Harry pulls my face up so ill look at him.

"You don't need me?" He says emotionless and in a tone I've never heard before. Chills struck down my body. "You don't need me?" He repeats and shakes me so I can snap to. "I never meant-" And he grabs my wrists and he starts off down the path way and his grip gets tighter and tighter. "Harry stop." I say but he keeps walking and pulling me.

"Harry stop." I say more loud and mad. He still keeps walking and his hands keep getting tighter.

"HARRY STOP." I say again, my voice projecting all around us. He stops and looks back. I try to yank my arm from him but he won't ease up. "Harry let me go. Now." I say looking into his eyes and gritting my teeth. He doesn't let go so I grab his hand and forcefully pull his grip off of my wrist. He stands still. I look down at my arm. My arm is purple because there was no blood flow and my hand is completely numb; can't feel a thing. My wrist, well that is now a bright visible purple bruise. That will be my memory of this night.

"You need to clam down and listen to me." I say firmly looking at his face and looking straight into his eyes. He moves closer and I step back and that's when he knows that he's messed up big time. "I want you to know, I would never hurt you and there was nothing between me and Kyle. When he tried to do something towards me, I pushed him away because I love you. At least I did until you hurt me." Looking back down at my wrist and tears started to flood from my eyes. I saw Harry step towards me with his arm out, wanting me to grab his hand. I stepped back again.

He came forward, I went back more. I looked into his eyes and the green had come back and I could see that he now knew what he had done. I was now terrified of him.

"Falyn." He said stepping closer, I reacted by stepping back and looking at him and shaking my head. His eyes started to get glossy like he was about to cry. I didn't care at this point. He had hurt me too much now.

"Don't touch me, Harry." I said gritting my teeth and he started to come forward and I stepped back for every step he took forward. I stumbled up onto the stairs and fell. He tried to pick me up, but I just yanked my arm away from him. He was not going to hurt me again. I stood back up, went over to the table, grabbed my now cracked phone and I walked back down the stairs. As I was beside him, I looked over and he looked in my eyes and I just said emotionless, "Goodbye, Harry."

Why Harry?

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