Hazel's POV
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Here I am, sitting on Darlene's couch. I didn't know where else to go, plus I needed someone to vent to. "So he left you to go somewhere, and you didn't even know where?" "Exactly." "He's cheating." She says immediately. "What? No. Harry would never do that to me." "It makes perfect sense. Just think about. He left you, during a movie, after getting a phone call from someone you don't know, and didn't even think twice about doing it. Come on now." An assortment of thoughts run through my brain. Is he really cheating on me? I know I shouldn't even be thinking that way, but when she puts it like that, it's kind of impossible to not wonder if he's cheating. I mean, what else could it be?
Harry's POV
I can't believe Hazel and I had our first argument, and it was all my fault. Now she's gone and I don't know where she's at. Now I know how she feels. I don't blame her for being pissed at me. I really can't, to be honest. I put my elbows on my knees and cover my face with my hands. I fucking miss her. I fucked up, bad. I have no clue where she could be. She could be hurt right now, and I won't even know, because I fucked up. I'm fucking worried sick about her. Why Harry? Why do you have to be such a fuck up? Then it hits me. Darlene's house. Where else would she be? I immediately stand up from the couch where we were together before I left her and I grab my car keys from the table. I head out the door, closing and locking it, and jump in my Lamborghini. I start the car and rush to Darlene's. I don't care about speed limits or running red lights. I'm filthy rich, so it would be easy to get out of trouble with the law.
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Hazel's POV
"Harry what are you doing here?" I say. I am not happy to see him. AT ALL. "I came to take you home, baby." "Not if I can help it." Darlene says, folding her arms across her chest. "Darlene, stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you." "How dare you talk to me that way in my own house?" "How dare you get in our business?" His tone is rather harsh. "It's my business too because she made it. She wouldn't even be here if you weren't such a fuck up, and neither would you. You know what, get the fuck out of my house!" "Ok, but I'm taking Hazel with me." He grabs me by my wrist and walks us over to the door. He opens the door and walks us over to the car. "Get in." He instructs. Not wanting to argue, I oblige and put on my seat belt. He does the same and starts the car. He backs out of her driveway and gets on the road.
