It's been two months.
I've been in my room ever since
I walk down to the bathroom and I hear talking,
"Look man, I don't think she wants to see you at the moment"
The person scoffed, "she wants to see me."
His voice. Oh my god. No. I go to the door and tap my brother on the shoulder. "Hayden.."
Harry just looked at us. "Will you let me late to you!?" He asked frustrated.
Hayden left to go get me food and I glared at Harry.
He touched my arm, "No don't touch me you sick bastard."
He smirked.
"Look at you.. You're protecting yourself."
His lips instantly touch mine and I realized that I missed him after all.
