This Is Happening

Chapter 2

so, iv gotten 7 reads, which is better then i have ever got on any of my stories, sadly. XD 

i had to reset my ipod, where i kept my fanfic, which means i have to re-do about 3 more chapters of this story, lucklie, this chapter was up-loaded. so.

enjoy(: xx

~Chloe Anderson

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CHAPTER 2

ELLIE'S POV

I woke up on the couch. How did i get on the couch? I don't see harry anywhere. Was i drunk? What. Happend. It was 8:00am so my mom already went to work. Yes. She does work on saturdays  

"Harry?" I call out. No answer. His coat is still here. My car keys are still here.  

"Harry!" I call out again.  

I walk down the hall when i see the bathroom door is closed.  

I softly knock on the door.  

"Harry? You in there?" I hear Rummaging. 

"Harry?"  

"Yes?" The door knob wiggles and then the door opens. Harry is standing there is last nights clothes and he looks flustered.  

"What were you doing-" i look behind him. My "box" was on counter, fully opened. I get wide eyed and rush past him. I gather all my stuff back into the box and shove it under the sink and slam the cabinet doors shut. 

"Harry! Why did you look through my stuff?!" I block the cabinet doors from being opened again.  

" Why do you have these things?" He brings out a razor from behind him.I quickly try to grab it but instead cut my finger.  

"OW! Harry!! Give me that back!" 

"Tell. me. why." His voice sounded calm, But intense at the same time. 

"You know why! Now give me it back!" He throws it on the ground and hastily walks out of the room. I pick it up and put it in my box. I ran out after harry. He is sitting in a kitchen stool with a blank expression on his face.  

"Harry. Im sorry." 

His eyes loose the anger they once held.  

He looks down and sighs.  

"Don't.. Don't hurt yourself anymore. F-for me."  

"Harry.. I can't. This nightmare is never going to end." I take a stool next to him.  

He mumbles something. 

"What?" 

"The least you could do is try."  

"Try? Try what?"  

"Ill tell you when i tell you my secret." 

"Harry please tell me." 

"I can't, remember?" 

"If you aren't going to tell me,  

leave." I point to the door. I was so mad at him. One, because he looked through my stuff.  

Two, because he was trying to keep another secret away from me.  

"El, please we can-"  

"No. Just leave"  

"I thought you understood." He takes his coat and starts to walk down the street. Tears were forming in my eyes. No. I was not going to cry.  

Not because of harry. Harry is my best friend and always will be. Nothing more, but What is this feeling?