AGAIN ||Harry Styles||

*chapter 28*

•Gwen's perspective•

Harry and I haven't spoken since the fight which was a few days ago, we have been avoiding each other. Gemma, Harry's sister called the home phone and I heard Harry talking, she was going to be here tomorrow night, because she had to get everything ready for the next week or two maybe even three. She would stay in the room I first woke up in when I came, and I would go to the room opposite Harry's room, it was a smaller room with a single bed, a set of drawers, and a book shelf it was the spare bedroom for guests. The longer I stay in this house the smaller it gets especially being here with Harry we just can't help but bump into each other every minute, but we would ignore each other each time.
Harry ignored me because he was angry, I ignored him because I was scared to talk to him. I didn't want him to yell at me, or break anything.
In the early hours of the morning sometimes I hear him yelling in his room and then the house was shudder and then smashing. I noticed his left hand had a few cuts and I felt so bad for what u had caused. I caused this, I made Harry do this. But I didn't have the guts to confront him and fix it.

I knew Harry was in the living room watching the football on the television.
So I get up out of bed and straighten up my clothes before I walk down the stairs into the living room and sit on the lazy boy chair.
He looks at me and then back at the Television with no expression on his face. A glass of blood in his hand. I watch as he drinks from it, each time his eyes change red then fade back to green.
I watch the football, it was England verses France. But to be honest I never really watched football to actually care enough to watch it but Harry seemed to enjoy it.

"Harry?" I say quietly, he sighs and ignores me.
"Harry." I say louder this time and he looks at me and raises his eyebrow.
"I told you not to talk to me, I will hurt you Gwen if you piss me off." He says lowly, he threatened me.
"I know that but I need to talk to you." He stands up and walks away, I get up and chase after him.
"Harry!" I yell and grab his wrist, he turns around angered.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He yells in my face, but I don't flinch.
"Let go Gwen before I get even more pissed off." He pulls his hand away and continues to walk away, I grab his hand and hold it tightly and spin him around. He snatches his hand back and punches the wall.
"I said don't fucking touch me Gwen! Are you fucking deaf? How many times do I have to tell you? Don't talk to me or touch me!" He yells. I gulp before I stand as straight as I can and look him in the eyes.
"I'll do what I fucking want and if touching your wrist is what I want to do I will! I will tracing my fingers over your scars and tattoos if I want! I will kiss your soft lips if I want to! I will hug you if I want to Harry! If I want to fucking love you I will! I want to do all those things and if that bothers you then I don't fucking care! Because I will anyway! Because I have come to realisation that I need you. I want you. And if you can't believe me then... And then you have to believe me! Harry." He stands with tears eyes, a tear runs down his cheek and I wipe it off his cheek.
"Fuck Harry I love you, and I hate you but I love you more," I begin to cry as well. I put both my hands on Harry's cheeks and sigh, he puts his arms around my waist and pulls me into a tight hug.
"Gwen," he whispers.
"I love you. And I have never stopped loving you." He leans down and kisses my forehead.
"I'm sorry Harry if I have hurt you." He shakes his head,
"Just believe me Harry when I say I love you, because I do."