End of the day ~ h.s

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I rashly turned around to see if it was my "Dad"; but when I turned around. It wasn't my "Dad", it was "him".
"What the hell is he doing here", Lord I don't need this at all.

"After two seconds of feeling anger, nervous, and annoyed".
The barista coughed; making me snap out of my emotional crisis.
I quickly turn back to face him.
20 pounds right?, I asked.
Yeh, he answers.
I hesitantly hand him the money.
"I'll call your name when it's done the barista says with a smile".
Thank you, I said smiling back.

"I nervously walked away from the line, the line I really didn't notice".
I was walking straight to my new sit, because the one I use to sat on, now "belongs to an ass".

"Hey, you're Ariel right"? Harry asks. Once he spots me walking beside him.

No, why can't he just leave me the fuck alone.

I turned around facing him.
Yeah, "that's my name and you don't get the right to ever repeat that name again".
"He looks at me with a smirk, and says; you really know how to be a bitch when you want to". What, did you just call me?, I asked.
You heard me he says.

I have had it with you, and your mean words, and also your anger problems.
"You are the bitch here".
You sick idiot kicked me out of here the first time I saw you.
The second time you basically harassed me. And here you are calling me a "bitch".
Aren't you just full of shit. I said

It's been awhile since I used this much bad words in a sentence, but I really don't care right now.

"He looks at me with anger", his eyes changing completely to shades of dark green, his jaw now clinched.

When I saw how he looked; "I quickly started to move backwards away from him". He notices, so he grabs my arm. Which made me flinch.
He grabbed me out of the store without caring about what people thought.
"Let me go you idiot", I said trying to release my arm from his grasp. Listen here you bitch he says, with a stern voice, and when he spoke, I actually got scared by him again.

"You don't call Harry fucking styles, a bitch". Do you understand he says, putting pressure to his grip. I let out sigh of pain.
Do you understand he shouts again. I nod, and started to whisper out, let me go you are hurting me.

He lets go and says you deserve all the things I did, and I'm going to do to you, "I hope you still remember my punishment he says, with a smirk".

I looked at him and back at my arm. "And I could already feel the tears on my face", I hated it when I cried, I haven't cried in five years. And to make matters worse I'm crying in front of Harry, the only person I hate, more than I have ever hated anyone in my entire life.

I lift my forefinger to touch the tears on my face. "And after I felt it in my forefinger, I stared at it". Making me smile a little.
I had forgotten that Harry was still there until he says; Ariel are you crying? I looked at him with tears on my face, and with a smile.

Then I looked right back at my forefingers.
Hey, Harry says; he's voice low and sweet, am sorry, "I didn't mean for you to start crying".

He walked close to me. He wipes the tears off my face with his thumb. "I flinched from his touch, but after awhile, I got use to it". Am sorry, he says out of nowhere.
I just stood there smiling like an idiot, who is also crying, and feeling pain inside.
"He hugs me tight.
shh.., he says calmly, don't cry sweetheart, I really didn't mean for you to cry". But I don't return his hug.

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