A Little Bit of Love Hate

Confronted

Logan's POV

"Morning." Harry greeted, walking into the flat as soon as I opened the door. He was dressed in all black, his hair pushed up, black Ray Bans resting on the bridge of his nose.  

He slipped off his shoes, throwing his keys onto the counter and scanning the room for Darcy.  

"She's napping..." I whispered, tugging at the end of my jumper.  

Harry gave me a nod, slowly making his way towards the staircase before coming to stop. 

"Uh... Do you want me to finish Darcy's room?" He questioned, not bothering to face me.  

"Go ahead... be a bit quiet though... she's in the next room over." I said, he gave me a nod, walking up the stairs and into the room.  

I chewed at my lower lip, looking down at the ground and walking back into the kitchen.  

Harry acted differently than before.... he lacked his liveliness, his smile, his personality. He seemed to change... 

I lost myself in my thoughts, engulfed by all our memories together.

-Flashback-

I pinned Harry onto the ground, struggling to hold him down. His arms bent inwards, trying to tickle at my sides, my laugh echoing around the room.  

"Stop." I begged, struggling to fight off his muscled arms.  

"Tell me you love me first." He winked, his hands finding my waist and giving them a light squeeze. 

"No." I giggled, holding his hands and pinning them above his head. 

"Say it." He demanded, green eyes piercing into mine. 

"I'd rather not." I teased, leaning in closer.  

Harry had flipped us, my back meeting the cold tile of his floor.  

A gasp escaped my lips, his weight applying it self to my hips.  

"Are you gonna say it now?" He whispered.  

I shook my head, biting my lip as he leaned closer.  

He kept his lips hovered above mine, his warm breath against my lips making my skin tingle.  

"Say it beautiful." He whispered, still keeping his lips at a distance. 

I glanced into his eyes, the green of his irises making my heart flutter. 

"I love you..." I whispered, breaking the gap between us and placing my lips on his.

-End of flashback-

My phone began to ring, shooting me out of my thoughts. I ran over to the table, lookibg at the caller I.D and smiling to myself. 

"Hey Li..." I said, taking a seat on the couch and pressing the phone to my ear. 

"Hey beautiful." He cooed. He sounded a but nervous, clearing his throat as our conversation deepened.  

"You okay?" I inquired, narrowing my brows at the tone of his voice. 

"Lo... Did your friend tell you what he did yesterday...?" He asked nervously into the phone. 

"No... what happened?" I asked worriedly.  

"He confronted me yesterday... He grabbed me by the collar and warned me about staying away from 'his' family." Liam said.  

My jaw dropped, what.... 

"Liam... I'll call you back." I whispered, hitting the end button. 

Striding up the steps, my fists were clenched, jaw tightened. 

I opened the door to the room that Harry was located in. He was still hanging up a picture frame, a small trace of sweat on his brow. 

"Harry." I said, making him turn to look at me.  

"Hmm?" 

"Why did you do that to Liam yesterday...?"

"What are you talking about Logan...?" Harry asked, acting as if he didn't know what was going on. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I growled, motioning towards my phone.

"I didn't do anything Logan." He sighed, shrugging me off.

I strode towards him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

"Why did you do that to Liam, Harry?" I pushed, sending him an icy glare.

"It's like I'm talking to a brick..." I heard him mumble, pushing me aside and walking out the door. Grabbing his arm, I spun him around, my palm meeting his cheek.

"You're a liar." I muttered.

Harry began to walk towards me, his height intimidating. I didn't want to show him my vulnerability, so I met his gaze, our eyes locking with each others.

"Tell me why you confronted Liam." I said, my heart throbbing as Harry backed me into the wall.

His hands took place on either side of my head, his heavy breaths could be felt against my skin.

"It wasn't a confrontation Lo..." He whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "It was more like a warning..."

A shaky breath escaped my quivering lips, my body now pinned against the wall.

"Why'd you warn him then...?" 

He dropped his hands to his sides, shaking his head as he backed away.

"You'll never seem to understand Logan." Harry sighed.

I approached him, grabbing his forearms and puling him towards me. "Tell me Harry. Make me understand then.." I whispered.

"No.."

My fingernails dug into his skin, pleading to hear what he had to say.

"Stop avoiding this Harry..."

"Then, why don't you get this through your head Logan." He began to raise his voice, lower lip quivering.

"I've fucking loved you since day one. I've told you that so many damn times, and you always seem to let that float over your head." He snapped.

I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears and letting his words sink in.

"I..."

"See? You've already moved on... it's fucking obvious. But I won't let that new boy of yours tear me apart from MY child."

"Harry.. I'm sorry.." I whispered.

He rolled his eyes, "It's funny... I've explained myself numerous times. I've told you every damn feeling I've had for you. And NOW is the time you say your sorry..." I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Urges beginning to take over.

Grabbing him by his neck, I pulled his lips to mine. 

He didn't kiss back, immediately pulling away and shaking his head in what looked like discomfort.

"That won't change anything."

Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room. The sound of the front door shutting following afterwards.

I felt my knees give in, skin meeting the cold floor.

He was right... I'm the one to blame...