Today you were feeling a bit sexier than normal. You wore a black tank top with beautiful rhinestones around the top and a black shirt, making it look like a Little Black Dress. You wore super glitzy sandals and you were confident. You felt extra sexy today.
"Naya ready to go?" Harry called up to you. He was astonished when he saw you walking down the stairs, flipping your hair.
"You're a little extra divaish today aren't you Nay." Harry chuckled.
"I'm really feeling it today Harold." You teased, hitting him on the forearm. "Harry, can we skip going out today? Pleasseee?" You pleaded.
"Naya I-" he cut off, your lips crashing onto his, your hand in his hair and your other hand on his lower back, working its way underneath his shirt, moaning when you feel how toned his back is.
He pulled back, grabbing your chin and tilting it up to meet his emerald eyes. You moaned slighty, feeling yourself melt away by his eyes and his face. His jaw was sharp and tense as he spoke in a concerning but firm matter, "Naya is this why you want to stay home? Also why you dressed up?" He asked.
You shook your head yes, causing Harry to sigh. "Naya you know we can't be a relationship." He toned.
"Yes but-"
"No buts Naya." Harry interrupted. "I have to draw the line somewhere. You and I can't be together, no relationship, no kissing, nothing. You hear me?" He asked, causing you to shake your head in agreement.
"Good. I'm going out to run the errands. Alone. Please control ad calm yourself by the time I get back. Love you." He replied, kissing your forehead. He received no response from you, which he ignored, walking to the door.
You waited until he closed the door and left until you ran upstairs crying, slamming your door.
I hate him!
I love him with all my heart but no 'We can't be a relationship.' or 'Oh you're too young.' When he's went out with girls who had a much bigger age gap.
He doesn't love me, he's never loved me. He wouldn't make up excuses if he did.
I knew I couldn't trust him.
You thought, your blood boiling in anger, upsetment, and rejection. How could Harry love you and deject you? You decided, grabbing your phone, sunglasses and wallet to go out.
I don't want to be here for Harry or ever in that matter.
I could and will find a way to live on my own somewhere.
I don't need Harry, he doesn't love me, I'll go find someone who does. You thought, slamming the door shut.
You walked out of town into the big city. You confidently strutted along the streets as if they were your runway. Commonly you had guys gawk and check you out. You first decided to go get some food because you were always hungry. You finished eating and then headed to the park to take a stroll. After that you checked your phone, 5pm. You huffed. Time to get some shelter and head in for the night. You were still pissed at Harry and there was no way you were going home.
Meanwhile Harry got home, not announcing it. He put away the groceries he got and then headed upstairs. He was shocked to find that you weren't in your room but shrugged it off. He went into his room and took a nap. He was exhausted.
He woke up the next day all refreshed and energized. He got up and walked past your room, worried you still weren't home and you hadn't called or texted him where you were going.
You on the other hand were very tired, exhausted, and worn out. You barely got any sleep and you were stressed. You got up, dusting your clothes and starting walking to wherever. It didn't matter now.
You were walking down one of the main streets when a group of men called over to you, telling you to come by them. At first you were intimidated and scared they would do something to you, but they were cool, and you trusted them after speaking to them for half an hour.
It was 12pm and Harry finally decided to go out into the city looking for you. He checked everywhere in town and asked everyone you knew, but they did not know where you disappeared to.
You were walking with your boys, walking to the park when a black car with shaded windows pulled up near you and lowered the window. Harry was there and he had a mixture of pissed off and concernment written on his face, his voice matching that growling, "Naya, get in the car. Now!"
To which you sourly replied, "No, you're not the boss of me. You yourself said we can't be together, and you were right. Look at all my boys I met who would kill to be with me." You pouted, crossing your arms while all the boys shook their heads, agreeing with you.
"All you boys, get out of here before I call the cops." Harry yelled, making all the boys scatter off, running away. "Yes those boys simply killed to be with you. Where are they now Naya?" Harry replied, smirking, knowing he won the battle.
"Screw you Harry I made up my mind, I'm never coming home. I hate you and I never want to see you again!" You yelled, angering Harry even more.
Harry got out of his car and when he opened his car door you bolted, running away to the park. It started to rain heavily with occasional booms and claps of thunder and lightning.
Harry chased after you until catching up to you, tackling you to the ground, pinning you by your wrists. "Still think you can outrun me." Harry replied, a sour tone of cocky and angry.
"Let go of me Harry, NOW! LET GO OF ME!" You roared, causing Harry to slap you in the face.
"You still think you can live alone? This is what'll become of you if I wasn't here to play superhero again." Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't need a superhero!" You yelled, kicking Harry and running away again.
You started running then looked behind you to see Harry stood up, the same place he was replying "I'm not stopping you again Naya. You're on your own."
You looked back for a brief second, pausing and shocked at how he was acting before continuing to run away from him until you crept into the darkness.
