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Does the song that's been stuck in your head for two weeks and a half say a lot about you?
"Maya stop!" Harry called after me. I did not turn around, I just kept walking furiously towards the exit door. I had never felt so angry for as long as I could remember.
My attempt of quickening my pace was miserable and he was at my level sooner than I thought. He tried to stop me a few times by calling out my name, but I had no amount of dignity whatsoever to talk to him, but when he grabed me by the forearm, an overwhelming feeling of anxiety washed over me and I found mysef jerking his had away from me quite violetly.
"Do not touch me!" I yelled at him and he ceased all contact. I realised by then that I had stopped walking and I had no idea why.
"I'm sorry okay? I actually thought you'd appreciate what I just did." Harry ran a hand through his hair nervously. I was breathing heavily and I could barely keep up with his words.
"You have got to be kidding!" I scoffed. It felt like it was so typical to him. It felt like he did not care. "Harry I haven't heard his voice in a year! A whole year!"
"Did you even hear what I said?" I expected him to yell back but somehow, his tone stayed at bay. "You didn't, did you?" he smiled to the ground.
"You're a sick guy!" i snapped at him.
"Of course you didn't hear me, You're not mad at me because of what I said but rather because you heard him speaking a word, one single word!" He snapped back.
I didn't want to admit to myself that Harry was right. Honestly, I didn't quite catch what he said on the phone with Nate. I was too focused on that one little word my heartbreaker said. One word could cover an entire speech that was probably much more interesting.
I wanted to ask Harry to repeat what he said earlier, but that sounded so embarrassing so I just took a deep breath and continued on blaming him. "You had no right to take my phone like that and just ring him! God knows what he's thinking now!"
"Oh really? Have you noticed his tone to start with?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. My heart felt so heavy, and I was not sure if I wanted to hear what he had to say.
"He probably thinks that you're my boyfriend now and that I hate him!" I hissed, trying not to draw any more attention towards. People were already staring at us quarrelling, and I was already sweating in nervousness and worry.
"He's not thinking about it at all!" He tugged at his hair. I could feel my heart stopping at his words. "Have you heard the tone in which he replied? He sounded like he did not know the caller, he either deleted your number ages ago or chose to make it quick and ignore you!"
"Just... Just stop talking, go away." My voice was barely above a whisper.
Harry's eyes softened and a hint of guilt appeared in them. "I know you are mad at me, but he had to hear that." He said, kicking a pebble with his feet.
"That was none of your business, Harry..I'm back at square one because of you" my voice was now much quieter than before, probably because I was rethinking about Harry's words and the impact they left on my state of mind.
The curly haired boy looked at me as if I was crazy, but somehow I could read a bit of fear behind the breathtaking eyes of his. "Woah, you're in love with him again?" He asked with a tone laced with worry and concern. His eyes were staring right into my soul.
"No, but just when I decided to stop blaming myself for him leaving me, you gave me another r-reason that's worth collapsing to the ground for! I was having fun, getting to k-know some people, getting to know you.. a-and then you j-just call him so casually and bring every insecurity I h-have about myself back to l-life!"
