Bent. | h.s

the handshake.

i just realized how depressing the song lyrics that I use are and i'm really sorry they're not always related to the stories they're just songs that i listen to while writing this lmao

also i really need to start coming up with better chapter titles smh

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does she know that my destiny lies with her?

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"You weren't answering me," is Harry's reply as he takes a sip from the bottle of milk in his hands as I stare at him in disbelief.

"How did you even get in?" I ask, infuriated with his actions. This could not be happening. 

"Adam told me about the key under the mat." Harry casually says, taking another sip from the bottle then placing it on the table in front of him and I can't help but keep staring at him, still not able to wrap my head around all that was happening but he speaks again, "Knew you wouldn't open if I knocked,"

"Oh, so you just let yourself in?" I scoff and he seems to be thinking about what I'd just said as he furrows his brows for a moment, realization hitting him as he takes a step back, his back hitting the counter.

"I may have not thought this one through,"

"Oh, really?"

"I'm sorry, really,"

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," His face softens as his words come out and he goes to take another step forward, but almost topples over, gripping onto the counter for support and I realize then that he's drunk. What the f.uck was going on?

My head starts to shake as I make my way to the kitchen where he's stood, looking at me with a small pout. "You're drunk aren't you?" I finally ask as I turn on the small lamp I keep in the kitchen for night snacks when I'm not feeling like turning on the big lights and I take in his appearance properly for the first time tonight.

He was dressed in a black button down, the buttons half undone and his hair a disheveled mess atop his head, his regular black skinny jeans and black boots. He opens his mouth to speak, a waft of alcohol hitting me. He was so drunk.

"Just a wee bit," Harry finally speaks, gesturing the amount that he'd drank with his fingers.

"Really?"

"Maybe it was more like this," He corrects, expanding the distance between his forefinger and thumb and I scoff at him once more.

"Did you drive here?" I ask, genuinely concerned and he shakes his head vigorously, "A friend dropped me off. Gave 'im your address by mistake then decided I wanna see you. So I came." A grin spreads on his face before he even gets to finish his sentence and I glare at him, not amused by his actions.

"Well, can you ask your friend to pick you up again?"

"Nope,"

"Why not?"

"Don't wanna," Harry shrugs and I throw my hands up in frustration, this was just not going to end well.

"Well, sorry to break it you but you're gonna have to leave,"

"Why can't I stay?" Harry asks casually, a small pout on his face and I can't help but walk away, not able to look at his stupid face anymore.

He was making it very difficult for me to be mad at him but this was messed up, he needed to leave. I wanted him gone. 

I think.

"Harry you can't just walk in like that and expect me to be okay with it, I don't even know you,"