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Evelyn~

We both run back into the previous room we were in with Harry and Ben is trying to pry Ryan away from Harry. Harry gets up from leaning into the dresser, wiping his busted and bleeding lip with his thumb.

I don't even want to look at Ryan because he probably already has a black and bruised eye forming. I don't want to know what even started this fight either. Ben pulls Ryan out of the room with Cody helping him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I snap at Harry and he flexes his bloody knuckles.

It would just be rude of me to let him bleed inside of my house. My sister is upstairs, she's most likely wearing headphones, that's why she can't hear all of this commotion. I grab Harry by his shirt and Violet watches the whole time.

"Come on." I quietly say.

As they're cleaning Ryan up in the bathroom downstairs, I have to take Harry all the way upstairs. Violet goes back to where Amy is and I turn on the sink, putting Harry's fist under it. The water is a light pink as it goes down the drain.

He's not affected by the running water going over his fresh wound. I grab a face towel and lightly run it under the water. I sit up on the sink counter and mark Harry stand in between my legs. I wipe the blood on his face off and his lips.

"Why?" I ask.

"He tried to make me leave and I didn't want to." Harry shrugs, putting his busted hands on my thighs and I slap them away.

"Well, maybe if you listened, you wouldn't be in this mess."

"To hell like I was gonna listen to that pussy." Harry chuckles.

"The pussy that fucked you up." I roll my eyes.

"You should see him."

When I'm done I put the towel on top of the sink and just sit there, with my legs dangling off the counter. I look down at my hands, intertwining them. I'm just sitting here and Harry is standing in between my legs.

"I miss you." He murmurs and my eyebrows knit together.

Why would he say that right now? I don't care if he misses me. I always end up going back and getting fucked over and over. He always finds a way to mess things up. He just told me how long him and his last relationship were together.

We can barely be with each other for three days.

"We should go back down." I say.

"Why? So I could beat the shit out of the other three guys?"

"No, because you should go home." I slightly move him back and hop off of the sink top.

"Only if you come with me."

"You literally told me I just wanted you for your damn money. That last thing I want is to go home with you." I roll my eyes, walking back downstairs.

Harry waits at the end of the stairs and I go into the bathroom to check on Ryan. He looks up and I look at his face, it's so bad. He's sitting on the toilet cover. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.

"You okay?" I ask.

"No." He shakes his head and gives me a weak smile.

"Want me to drive you home?"

"Cody'a got me. Thanks though."

He stands and we walk out of the bathroom together. He hugs me tightly and I'm scared to hug him back because I don't want to hurt him. So many things are happening today, my brain is going to explode.

Harry is still standing there, watching us, contently and I know he's not happy. I tell Ryan I'll see him later and walk back over to Harry.

"Aren't you gonna leave?"

"Aren't you gonna come with me?" He asks and I shake my head. "Okay, you know what? I'm done. I'm done trying to get you to forgive me, I'm done apologising because you're just gonna be a stubborn bitch." He says before storming out of the door.

Holy fuck. He literally has no filter. First, he was saying I wanted him for his money and now he's saying I'm a stubborn bitch? He's so fucking bipolar. There's so much drama right now, I can't handle it.

I tell everyone to leave and that I'll text them later. I plot back down onto the couch when they're gone and they've left. Maybe I was being super stubborn, but I just didn't want to leave my friends behind.

He also added insult to the injury. I contemplate whether to go to Harry's or not. He shouldn't be as heated as he was earlier. I put myself together before going out because I'm a complete mess.

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