OUR PATHS WILL CROSS

Chapter 3

HARRY POV:
*7 months ago*
"Why are you shutting me out?" I asked her, watching as her hands moved to her Darth Vader mug.

She ignored me again. I hated this.

"Anna." I said, trying to get her attention as she emotionlessly stared out of the window in our Manhattan apartment, overlooking other skyscrapers and apartment buildings.

She turned her head to look at me and sighed. Still, she said nothing. I hated getting no interaction with her, I hated when she shut me out and kept me out of the loop of her hardships.

"Talk to me." I said, walking closer to the table, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down. I rested my arms on the surface of the table as she opened her mouth to say something but words failed to be spoken.

She unsurprisingly remained silent to me. It was almost like she was having a conversation in her head with me, only I wasn't notified of anything going on in her life even though I was her boyfriend.

"You're driving me crazy, just say something." I said to her, trying not to completely lose my temper and patience with her.

She sighed again and began to say something. "What do you want me to say?" She spoke above a whisper.

"Tell me what you're feeling. What you're going through. I'm supposed to support you. I'm here for you and you won't let me." I said, getting aggravated with her, because she was hiding something from me.

"What do you want to hear?..." She asked, trailing on as she held her head in her hands, elbows shaking as they rested on the table.

"The truth." I said bluntly.

As bad as it could be, I wanted to hear what the truth was and why she was like this. Why she was shutting me out and leaving me in the dark while she suffered alone in silence.

She turned her head again, to look directly at me, seeing her eyes made me confused and sympathetic and angry.

"I'm not going to sit here and think that what's going on is easy, or hard. Because I have no idea what's going on with you. You won't talk to me. You won't touch me, rarely look at me. Just tell me what's going on." I told her, trying to keep my calm so she could have the confidence to tell me whatever she was hiding.

She needed to tell me so I could help her. There would be no telling what was going on unless I hacked her computer and phone and called everyone in her contacts and asked them. She had to tell me.

"I'm not hiding anything from you." She stated, completely covering her statement with a lie.

I didn't understand what was keeping her from telling me the truth. What was keeping her from ceasing to bottle everything up.

"Anna, I know you're covering something. Just tell me. I can take it." I said.

She sighed again and stood up from the table, grabbing her mug and bringing it over to the sink to wash out. After she cleaned her mug out, she turned to me and rested against the counter.

"I don't know how." She mumbled, hands grilling the granite on either side of her.

"Just try." I said and she closed her eyes and covered her eyes with one hand.

"This is so hard." She said, confusing me even more than I was.

My eyebrows furrowed as I stood up myself and walked over to her, keeping a respectable distance from her. Leaving her room to breathe.