Hazel's POV
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Five minutes in to/into the car ride, and I already want to punch him in the face. How dare that bastard come into Darlene's house, disrespect her, and snatch me out. This whole thing was his fault. My head is resting on the window, my eyes avoiding Harry's face. He's been glancing at me ever since we got in the damn car. "Y'know, I don't like your friend, Darlene." He says, his eyes focused on the road. "Whatever Harry." I say annoyed, still resting my head on the window. At that moment, the same question pops into my head. Is Harry cheating on me? After all, he was jittery when he came out of the room. He was probably texting his secret woman, or talking to her on the phone. Maybe Darlene was right. No, I'm not going to think like that. I completely trust Harry. He glances at me as he talks. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I shouldn't have done it. I know how you feel. When you left me, I missed you so fucking much. You could've been hurt, and it would've been all my fault." "Whatever Harry." I say, tired of everything that just happened. "Is that all you can say?" He says, sounding a little annoyed. "That's all I feel like saying."
