Fallen // h.s.

Eleven

I just stood there contemplating what I should do. I didn't like Harry but what if he had hurt himself? What was getting him so worked up and why in the world would he hit the wall?

Should I go? He probably didn't want me there anyway. What was I supposed to do? Just stand here and act like nothing had happened? Like I hadn't just heard Harry punching his wall for who knows what reason?

I ignored my conscience that was probably trying to keep my feelings from getting hurt, and walked out my apartment knocking lightly on Harry's door.

"What?" The door flew open with an extremely angry Harry. I had never seen his eyes so dark. They were no longer the shade of green I saw everyday but some kind of dark green almost to the point of seeing them black.

"I just wanted to know if you are okay." I said timidly looking down at my feet.

"Why do you care? Stop interfering in my life. The only thing you and your whole family are good at, is getting into people's lives and destroying them. You know what, fuck you Emma Montclaire." He said shutting the door in my face.

"I-" I tried to say something but nothing left my mouth. I just stood there looking at he door in front of me.

"C'mon Harry, just do it you coward." I heard screams from inside. "Just fucking do it! Do it for Gemma." The screaming didn't stop until one moment it did. "Just do it for her, she deserves it." I heard a faint whisper.

Who the hell was Gemma? What did he have to do? What did she deserve?

I thought to myself before the door flew open once again leaving me all startled.

His eyes were no longer dark; they had turned into their normal shade of green that I pretty much preferred. His eyes seemed red, like he had just been crying. Maybe it was just me seeing things.

"I-I'm sorry." He said looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry for everything. For being such an ass at you every single day. For judging you before actually getting to know you. For insulting you, for insulting your dad, your brother, hell I'm sorry for insulting your whole family. I'm sorry for screaming at you just a few seconds ago. I'm just fucking sorry Emma. I really am." He said breathing in and out heavily.

Was I dreaming? Was this real? Cause I would have never imagined Harry saying that to me. I thought he hated me. I thought he found me irritating.

And for some reason I couldn't help but simply nod. I couldn't comprehend in the slightest what was happening. I had no idea why he was suddenly being so...forgiving, kind, caring and the list could go on. What changed his mind? Why didn't he hate me anymore?

When I looked at him, he looked a bit surprised noticing I had in fact forgiven him. Is it that shocking, that after all he had said, I would have forgiven him? Well to think of it, not everyone would have done that, a lot of people would just have ignored his apologizes and go on with life.

So why wasn't I? Why after getting hurt over and over again, after feeling so broken, after feeling so much pain within my heart, his words cutting deep through my veins, why did I forgive him?

"Would you like to come in?" He asked opening a bit the door for me to come in.

I nodded not containing a slight smile that appeared in my face, as I walked in into Harry's apartment.

Was forgiving him the right choice or had I just committed an enormous mistake?