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Chapter Eight

I woke up to the sound of male voices yelling.

I rubbed my eyes and got dressed before finding a fist fight in the living room as I walked down the stairs. I recongized the guy on the floor as Dylan. It didn't take long to recognize the guy hitting him.

"Harry!" I yelled. I grabbed his bleeding fist into my hands and he turned around and our eyes met.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"I-" He started to say. I heard Dylan's obnoxious laugh.

"I see man I see." Was all he said. I shot him a look.

"What were you doing?" I asked him.

"Mind your own god damn business." He mumbled.

"Alright, see ya later." I said.

"Wait-" He started to say but I already grabbed Belle and was out the door.

I dragged a very hungover Belle into the car and drive away from the large house.

"Holy shit." She said, "You and Harry?" She said.

"What?" I asked.

"He looks at you like a madman." She said.

"No he doesn't? We're not even friends."

"Okaaaay." She said in a slow sarcastic, incredibly annoying, voice.

"Let's just chill today." I said.

"Fine." She agreed.

It was Sunday and Belle and I just watched movies and did homework for the rest of the day. It ended up being me doing Belles homework but I didn't mind.

The week flew by, I didn't see Harry at all. I had work every night that kept me busy and Belle made me stay with her a few nights. I wanted to argue but the hot water was broken in my apartment and it was freezing.

It was thanksgiving vacation which meant we had the next week off.

Every Thanksgiving i stay at Belles, because I don't really have anyone to spend it with and I wasn't going to spend it with my foster parents.

From Friday to Wednesday Belle's family took us skiing in Vermont.

By the time we got home New York was covered in a thin layer of black snow.

Thanksgiving dinner was Thursday. I wore a loose fitting dress and boots with a sweater.

We had a huge meal. Belle's entire crazy family was there. They welcomed me in like I was blood.

After the meal I helped clear the table, Belle said she was going to go call Dylan to make plans so I helped do dishes. When I finished I headed back to Belles room when I heard a coughing sound coming from her bedroom.
I opened the door to find Belle hurled over the toilet, crying.

Belle had a history with being bolemic, I thought it was in the past but apparently not. I grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the toilet bowl. I didn't say anything, I just held her and wiped off her mouth.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I said, helping her up and back into her room.
I picked out some clothes for her, something I knew she would like.

"Want to just stay in?" I asked.
She shook her head in response.

I cleaned up her room while she sat on the bed in silence for a while.

"I love you." She said.

I looked back at her, I didn't say the words but I gave her a look and she knew. Belle really is the only person in the world I love and care about.