Blue Business

[9] Threat

Hey guys, sorry for the long wait but I moved to an American school and now I have to do my SATs and its consuming a lot of my time! Wouldn't wanna stall you any longer so here you go, a new chapter ;)

[9] Threat

Inside, sat Harry and I on his couch with all the letters spread over the coffee table. You could notice the pain and tiredness when you looked at him. His green eyes were dull, and dark bags evidently appeared under them. Yet I still found him astonishingly good looking for some reason I would never understand. "We have to find out who this guy is."

He finally broke the silence.

"Do you know anyone that could have those initials? Like at all?" I asked,

"Good lord, Belle, don't you think if I knew I would be already on it?" He huffed,

And I wondered again, why was I bothering with him?

"You know what, I'm going home." I told him, getting to my feet and grabbing my handbag.

Just as I pulled his door open, his fingers snaked around my wrist and gently tugged. "Look, I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry doesn't cut the shit you've done to me."

I yanked myself out of his grip, and marched towards the elevator. Harry followed me with his feet bare, which was a surprise since he didn't like walking out with naked feet and pushed me against the wall across the elevator doors.

"I'm not letting you drive with that weather, and you know I sometimes don't mean to be such an arse." He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"You don't mean to be, but it hurts." My voice cracked, "It hurts me, okay?"

Tears threatened to fall but I couldn't care less. I've really come to a deadline with his behavior. "I know that it hurts you that your girlfriend has been missing for too long and she's accused dead. I know you hate the fact that this psycho has been sending her letters. I know."

He just stared at me with knitted eyebrows, his green pair just observing as I went mental on him.

I could tell the last part broke him by the look on his face, and he lowered his head. "Belle, I didn't know you felt this way."

"Because you never asked, and you never thought about me for a split second." I put my thumb and index close together, referring to my statement as I angrily spoke.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, "Belle, I'm so sorry."

He kept repeating, and I fixed my gaze away from him. My vulnerability made everything worse, because I wanted to storm out and just leave him hanging but I couldn't. I've fallen too deep and I hate to admit it ... wait, what?

"Can we go back inside?" He asked as the elevator doors finally opened. "Please."

I only nodded, following back into his apartment. He stashed all the letters into one big pile and threw them into a fairly large box before hiding them in the cupboard near the door.

"Are you in the mood for pizza?" He crossed his arms a few feet away from where I sat on his couch.

"If we keep eating pizza for dinners we're gonna end up obese, Harry." I smiled lightly,