Bruises (A Harry Style FanFiction)

Chapter Five

(A/N: Long chapter to make up for yesterday's short one!(:)

Chapter Five

"Do you remember me?" He asked, hope lingering in his voice. But I couldn't reply, I was frozen still. I didn't want to remember him, and I especially wanted him to forget about me. Forget about what he saw, every evidence of that day I wanted out of his brain.

"Did you come find me?" I accused. I didn't even know why, I just felt as if he had. Maybe because then I would have a reason to run, to call the police or something. I knew the answer already, he hadn't found me. It was just a dirty coincidence, a stupid, stupid coincidence.

He looked at me like I was insane and stifled a laugh. "Absolutely not. Someone is a little up themselves to think I'd take time out of my day to find you. It just happened, and I recognized you."

The comment stung, which produced the fire in which I sent back. "Then why have you been stalking me for the past nine days, huh?"

"Stalking?" He rose his eyebrows and shook his head. "Someone doesn't get a lot of male attention."

"You hardly even know me, so don't assume shit. And for your information, I happen to get quite a lot of male attention, thanks for asking,  you bastard." I spat at him, he was starting to work my anger up. Who was he to think he can just randomly guess things about a girl he spoke to maybe four times. I could tell he was getting angry as well. I honestly didn't know why either of us were getting so worked up, this was a really petty conversation. Despite all of this, though, I never expected him to go as low as he went.

"Oh like who? Your dad." He snarled at me, and I could tell he immediately wanted to put the words right back into his mouth. My eyes began to water and I turned around on my heel. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. I grabbed my bag from behind the desk and silently thanked God that everyone in the library had left already.

"Hey!" I heard Harry call. "Evalina wait." He pleaded. But I couldn't wait, my legs were moving faster and faster as I thought of the previous argument. The tears were starting to come down more with each step I took. My feet were starting to hurt from my heels, my body ached, and I wanted him to leave me alone.

I felt a large hand grasp my arm and lightly pull me back. Without even thinking, I slapped him across the face as the tears roll down my cheeks. He didn't even flinch, he just began breathing heavily.

"I-I'm sorry." He choked. I could tell he really did feel bad, but saying sorry wasn't going to take the pain away. "I shouldn't have said that, it was messed up." He looked down to the floor.

"Damn right you shouldn't have, my father is none of your concern. And from here on out, neither am I. If you dare come back to the library, I will not hesitate to call the police." I needed to stand my ground. I had always let everything slip by me all of my life.

"You don't mean that..." He mumbled.

"But I do." I shook my head in disbelief. "Are you even hearing yourself? You have this idea in your head that I need help when I am capable of defending myself." He knew I was lying just as much as I did.

He reached for my shaking hands, and I let him take them. When he lifted his chin up, I saw he was about to cry. "You can't defend yourself, Evalina. I see it when I look at you, you're broken and scared of every male."

"Then stop looking at me, then,  Harry!" I shouted. I was getting fed up with him trying to get me to admit myself to him.

 "I can't though.." His voice was almost inaudible. His eyes were focused on my hands as he brushed his thumb over the top of them.