headmaster styles.

I Won't Give Up

Even if the world is crumbling, don't give up.

March 10, 2012
The Dahm Mansion

I slammed open the front doors to the Dahm mansion, suitcases in my arms and tears drowning my face. Who the hell does she think she is? Kicking me out. Without Harry even knowing.

I threw my suitcases to the left of me and they knocked over a glass vase, making me yell out as I began to pace back and forth.

I cannot do this. That bitch can not do this to me.

Then all of a sudden my pocket started vibrating and I realized I didn't turn my phone off.

"Hello?" I huffed, sucking in a breath.

"Where the hell are you?" It was Harry and he was frantically moving around, making noises and pushing things.

"I'm.. At home." I bit my lip and he let out a laugh.

"No. Where I live is your home." That made me smile and he was quiet for a minute. "Are you at Dahm?"

"Yes. But–­"

"I'm coming there." Then he cut the call and I shoved my phone back in my pocket, picking up one of my suitcases and walking up to my room.

I missed it. Honestly I did. Everything was exactly the way I left it, and I still admired it. I ran my hands over my hand carved bed post and smiled.

My dad and I made that. Well, mostly my dad. But I was daddy's little helper.

Tears fell from my eyes and I collapsed onto my bed, bringing the quilt that my mother made over my body. Who knew that you could miss someone this much?

I never thought that my parents would be gone so early...

"Anastasia? Where the hell are you?" Harry came barging into my house.

I quickly walked out of my room and downstairs, meeting Harry in the lobby.

"Why are you here anyways?" He ran his hands through his hair when he saw me and I swallowed hard.

"You thought everything went as planned that night, didn't you? You thought your mother wouldn't do anything to me after she saw us together, didn't you?" I asked and he looked down.

"My mother left this morning. I don't know why.." He muttered and I walked up to him.

"Your mother thinks she can control my life. She thinks she can hit me whenever she wants. I have whelps on my back from the switch she hit me with before I went to bed. And when I woke up, she sent me back home. Without telling you, I'm guessing." I shook my head and he bit his lip.

"She hit you?" He seemed almost scared asking the question.

I pulled up the back of my shirt and he winced, touching the long whelps on my back.

"Even though she's my mother, I didn't want her to tell me how to live my life. I know she's supposed to protect me and shit like that, but I didn't want her to do this." He shook his head and pulled my shirt down.

I led him into the family room and we sat down on the couch.

"What did she do to you?" I asked and he shook his head again.

"Nothing bad. You know, she just hit me a few times. Maybe more than she hit you." He looked down and started wringing his fingers. "And she told me I was getting married."

What?! "Do what now?" I blinked a few times.

"She arranged me to meet a girl named Penelope, and we are going to get married." He looked at me and I arched my jaw, tears forming in my eyes. "She's allowed to do that..."

"But what if I don't want you to get married?" I asked and he smiled.

"I don't think I have much of a choice, Anastasia." He wiped his hand down his face and I tried so hard to keep my tears from falling. "But I won't give up on you. That's for damn sure."

I smiled and looked at him. "Well if we don't have a choice, then I guess I can't do anything about it." I stood up and began to walk to my room.

"Wait. Where are you going?" He asked, trailing after me.

"Um, to my room. Where else would I be going?" I looked to him and he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"With me." He shrugged his shoulders and my tears began to fall.

"I can't do that. I can't go with you and watch you grow to fall in love with a woman that you don't even want to fall in love with. I can't go with you and live with another woman." I shook my head and he took a step towards me.

"Do you want me to get married?" He asked and I sat down on the stairs.

"I honestly don't care what you do Harry." He sat down beside me, our shoulders touching. "I couldn't do anything about it anyways. If you were to fall in love with this girl, I couldn't stop you. I can't control your heart."

"That's funny," He grabbed my hand in his. "Cause you sure as hell have a way of controlling it now."

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. "If you want to get married and if that's what you want, I'll be happy for you."

"Well I'll need your blessing." He muttered and I laughed a little. "I don't even know if I want to get married to the girl yet."

"That's why you have to meet her." I looked at him and he smiled.

"That's why w​e​have to meet her." He stood up and I raised my eyebrow. "You'll give me your blessing before I marry anyone."

"Okay. Just tell me when you want her to come over." I stood up and he laughed.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "I don't know what you think you're doing when you say you're staying here. My mother's gone," He was looking down at me. "So it's my rules now and I still have to protect you. I am a man of my word, and I don't go breaking promises, Miss Greene."

"I'll believe that when I see it." I smirked and he put curled his forefinger under my chin.

His lips were so close to mine that I was squirming where I stood because I knew that he wouldn't kiss me. Then he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue accidentally hitting my bottom lip.

"You're driving me insane, Miss Greene. And damn, you smell h​eavenly." He rasped and I balled my hands into fists.

Now that his mother is gone, will he act like this? Is he going to have a sudden change in behavior? But he can't act like this towards me... Fuck. He's getting married.

"Get your shit. You're coming with me." He demanded and walked out of the house.

And he thinks he is getting married? With my blessing? Bitch you guessing.