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My father and Roo left, leaving me in the house alone. This would be a perfect opportunity for a seventeen year old to throw a little “get together,” but I hated being around too many people and hated parties even more. Never really my scene. I had never been to a proper party before. I mean, I guess I knew what basically happened, I have seen plenty of movies.
I went downstairs to make myself a bag of popcorn, even though I knew it would only fatten me up. I thought about inviting Sophie over, but decided against it, since I liked my own company. Sophie was an amazing friend, but back home; I was always used to being by myself. And I rather liked it that way. Gave me time to be alone with my thoughts, which was not always a good thing.
I got comfortable on my bed again, with the bowl of popcorn beside me. I will deal with the consequences of eating the butter covered popcorn later; right now I needed a distraction.
After a few more episodes of Doctor Who, I found myself slowly dozing off. I shut my laptop off and just shoved it away, too lazy to put it back on my desk. As soon as I was starting to get cozy, my phone started buzzing. I ignored it, too tired to see what it wanted, but I got another buzz from it. I groaned as I got off my bed, picking my phone up from the desk. I had two missed calls from Harry. It was a little after midnight, and I wondered why he was calling me so late.
I was choosing between calling him back or not, but before I could make a decision, it began to buzz again. I answered it embarrassingly fast. I did not say anything, waiting for him to start.
“Finally Belle, I have called you a million times!” He said, over exaggerating. His voice sounded rushed, making it clear that he obviously did not have any patience right now.
“What do you want?” I asked. I did not want to talk to him right now. We were still mad at each other. Being mad at Harry was extremely exhausting, and it is even harder when he will not leave you alone.
“Look,” He hesitated. “I want to see you.” My heart jumped at his words. Why did he have this stupid effect on me? I fought against the part of myself that wanted to see him also.
“No Harry. It is late. And I am not speaking to you right now.”
“Will you cut it with that bullshit? We are speaking. And it is not late. I am on my way.” He said in an angry tone, undoubtedly agitated. But when was he not pissed off?
“No.” I replied, trying to be stern. “I do not want to see you.”
“I am pulling up to your driveway.” He hung up. How the hell did he get here so fast? Was he already on his way over here?
I exhaled a deep breath and made my way downstairs. I walked out of the house, and true to his words, his car was parked in the driveway. He sat in his car for a few moments before slowly opening the door and climbing out. My hand immediately flew to my mouth as I took in his appearance.
He had cuts and bruises all over his hands and face. His jaw seemed to be injured badly. His shirt was slightly ripped, and covered in blood stains. What the fuck was he doing? Tears threatened to flow over my eyes, but I stopped them. Now was not the time. My heart broke for him, but this just made me even angrier.
“What…”I began but could not find the right words to say. “Harry, I don’t – What the Hell – Are you okay?” I stammered. There were so many things I wanted to say, and they seemed to be rushing out of my mouth all at once. “Are you okay, Harry?” I moved closer to him. He was hurt; I had to put away the fight from earlier and try to help him. “Harry?”
“I am fine.” He stated. “I am not here because of this. I just want you to stop being mad at me.” My eyes widened in disbelieve. What was wrong with him?
“Harry, are you hurt?” I pressed again. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital. Please tell me what happened.”
“I don’t need to go to a hospital, I am fine. And you do not need to know what happened.”He said through clenched teeth. Unbelievable.
“Harry, you’re hurt! And how can you come here with blood all over your clothes and refuse to give me an explanation!” I yelled. I was about to explode. He was so infuriating.
“Look, Isabella, I do not want you getting involved in this, alright? Now can you just let it go, so we can stop fucking fighting?”He yelled back, his voice much louder than mine.
“No, Harry! I can’t just put let it go! Why can’t you just trust me? Tell me the truth?” I tried keeping my voice at a normal tone as he scoffed.
“As if I am the only one keeping secrets!” He shouted, confusing me.
“What the Hell are you talking about?” I had no time for his mind games.
“You keep going on about how I don’t rust you with this, and how I keep things from you, but you keep things too!” I did not like where this was going. “You think I don’t notice how you hardly eat? You really think I am that fucking blind? Oh and let’s not mention the cuts on your arms. But I never pushed you to tell me anything because I knew you probably didn’t want too!” I couldn’t help it. The tears just started flowing. I had no idea he was so observant.
“T-that is different.” I managed to say in between my sobs. My anger for Harry had washed off. I was not angry at him, I was angry at myself. For letting someone get so close without even realizing it.
“Yes it is, Isabella! You have your secrets, and I fucking have mine! And we both have our reasons why we can’t share them! But for some reason, you just need to fucking know everything!” His voice was probably being heard from down the street by now, but I could hardly care. I had no idea how I had gotten into this situation, or how to get myself out of it. Harry was slowly ripping me to pieces, and all he was doing was stating the truth.
“Please go.” I finally breathed out. I turned away from him. I could not stand to look at him. “Just go, Harry.”
“Belle.” He said, the tone in his voice breaking my heart even further.
“You are right okay! I should not have pushed you! You made your point, now just go!” I wailed.
“Belle please, I am sorry. It just-”
“Slipped out, I know Harry. Now go!”
“Belle,” He pleaded and I finally turned to face him. The sadness that had spread across his face crushed my soul, but I was too far gone now to think about how he was feeling.
“What?” I demanded.
“Please, I did not come here to make things worse.” I scoffed.
“Well things always manage to get worse, don’t they Harry? I don’t want you to speak to me ever again! We are no good for each other!” I spat, not even thinking about what I was saying.
“That is not true, Belle-” He began but I was not finished.
“What were we thinking? Us? Try and be friends? I should have known it would never have worked out! You are no good for me, Harry. And neither am I for you. So please, just leave me alone before things get even more fucked up!” That was the first time I had ever directed that curse word towards someone.
“Is that really what you want? For me to leave you alone?” He whispered.
“Yes! Why can’t you just understand that?” My tears had dried by this point, but I knew as soon as I walked back into the house they would start streaming again. Harry made me feel so many emotions, ones that I was not used to feeling. I had no idea how to deal with them.
“Alright Belle, if that is what you want.” He whispered quietly, before walking back to his car. “Goodbye.” He breathed and in a swift movement, he had driven away, without looking back. I wanted him to come back, feeling extremely guilty about this situation that had unraveled in front of our eyes.
I wanted to tell him that I did not want him to stay away, not really. But I knew it was too late. His final goodbye meant so much more. I fell to the steps in front of my house. What have I done? Harry was not the one always screwing things up, it was me. It was always me.
