Diana

Not again|

We sit in silence for about ten minutes before I get up and put a movie in.

The notebook.

I press the 'play' button and grab my bag, heading out of the room.

''Where are you going?'' Harry grunts.

''Out.''

''Well if your fucking going, why the fuck would I stay here? I'm staying here because Ellie holds a grudge against me that she can spill. Otherwise I'd be out of here in a fucking flash.'' He moans.

''Whatever Harry. But I'm not sitting here for two hours listening to you moaning and shouting.'' I say, about to walk out.

''You wait here and watch your shitty love movie, and I'll just wait here too. Hopefully Ellie won't be long.'' He says.

I huff, placing my bag back down and sitting on the end of my bed. Harry is sitting on Ellie's, so I keep my distance.

Soon enough, the credits roll on the screen. I wipe my tears with a tissue and yawn as I look to Harry to tell him to go.

He's asleep.

What the hell am I meant to do now? I can't leave him on Ellie's bed for her to come in. He certainly can't sleep in mine.

''Harry!'' I shake him. ''Harry.''

''What?'' He grunts, his eyes opening.

''You fell asleep.''

''That movie was shit that's why.'' He complains. Jesus, he is such a moody bum.

He stands up off Ellie's bed.

''Where the fuck is she?'' He groans, looking at the clock on the wall. I turn to look aswell.

''3am?'' I say out loud and Harry gives me a questioning look. I've never stayed up this late before and certainly not on a night in the week.

''Your in fucking college.'' Harry rolls his eyes.

''And?''

''You are a swat and need to get over yourself.'' He tells me straight.

''Id prefer to be a swat then whatever you are.'' I raise my voice, rising to his level.

''Whatever I am?'' He spits, raising his higher then mine.

''All we do is argue. It's getting boring now. Just go.'' I say, calmly.

''No.'' He smirks.

''Bloody hell Harry.'' I roll my eyes, grabbing my bag again. I don't know where I'm going to go at 3am.
'Bloody hell' is as far as I go with my language.

I walk towards the door handle and twist the key in the door.

''Diana.'' He shouts, as I twist the key the other way again. Why is this god damn door not opening?

''Diana.'' He speaks again, as the door clicks.

''What?'' I say, turning around. If I got a pound for every time this same conversation happened I'd be a billionaire. This must be the tenth time in four days I've been in this situation.

''Wait.'' He says softly.

''No Harry. I'm sick and tired of you rambling on. Moaning, groaning and whining. Your like a 2 year old. It gives me a headache. We constantly argue and-'' as I concentrate on the speech, I don't realise how close he is until his lips smash against mine.

I move in sync with him. This is the second time now. I feel my stomach burning and once again it feels amazing. I can't seem to pull myself away from him.

Again.

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