Punk Harry Imagine

Part 53

"Now that you're done, I'd like a chance to talk."

"Go ahead."

This is probably the most civilized we have ever been.

"Okay, so you want to complain about who I am as a person? Let's talk about you, shall we? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm-"

"Rhetorical question. I didn't really want you to answer it, I'm still talking."

This boy really wants to get slapped right about now.

I bit my lip and nodded, letting Harry continue.

Harry sent a harsh glare in my direction and I soon realized that I broke one of his "rules" - not like I care anyways.

"You go around trying to make everything okay with everybody. You go around trying to make everybody happy besides yourself. Okay. Fine. Do what make you happy. However, now you want to yell at me for living for myself? That's ridiculous. This is my life, okay? If I want to live paranoid then let me be. I am living for myself, this is my life, nobody else's. You think that's living selfishly?

"You know how someone lives selfishly? It's when they always drag others into their own personal situation to make themselves feel better regardless of how anyone else feels after that. Everyone else has their own lives to live. And honestly, to me, I literally couldn't care less about what anyone has to say about how I live. I fucking go to therapy where people tell me constantly to stop doing drugs - I don't even do fucking drugs!"

Harry took a breath. His breathing was intense but his eyes were even more so. I watched him. He always seems the most passionate when arguing with me.

"I guess that's what leads me to wondering right now: why do I care what you think about me then? Tell me, why do you think I care?"

I stayed silent, only watching him. I didn't know if it was safe to answer.

"This isn't a rhetorical question, Y/N. Answer me. Why do you think I care?"

"I-"

"Don't give me a shitty answer like 'I don't know, you're always so mysterious and hard to understand'. We both know very well that you know the answer."

I avoided his piercing eyes because I knew that he was right. I knew that I knew the answer. I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

"I'll take your silence as-"

"It's because of your feelings, isn't it?" I say quietly. "It's because you feel strongly for me, right? And that caused you to do what you said you didn't want to do. It causes you to put others' needs in front of your own."

Harry stayed silent as if he didn't expect me to say anything at all.

"I'm sorry."

"Y/N. When you act the way that you do, who do you think it affects?"

"Me."

"And?"

"The people around me."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Me, you simpleton."

"Yeah, you simpleton. You're included in 'the people around me' aren't you?"

"I guess so."

"Harry, what are we doing?"

"I can tell you what we're not doing."

"Well, what are we not doing then?"

"We're not focussing on the main issue."