Light Hazel|| a Dark Green sequel

Chapter 2

POV Harry.

I don't know what I am doing, why my feet are following her best friend's path to what may be her house. Rage still clouds my vision when I saw her with that guy last night.

I thought I'd moved on after these four years but I was all wrong. I came back with the sole propose of seeing her one last time, not speaking nor even seeing echa other. It was guilt that made me come, after I abandoned her that day at my own house with nothing but a short apology written on a piece of paper.

Part of me always wanted to know if she was... fine. Memories of our time together came to my mind sometimes, and the urge to come back and hold her in my arms was so strong I sometimes found myself in the car the first year I went away.

But when I saw her saying yes to that guy, that guy that knew nothing, that probably didn't understand her, rage and fury flooded my mind completely.

I will steal her whatever the price I have to pay.

She is the one for me, and no one else can have her.

POV Quinn.

Minutes pass by and my body is still frozen. The boys are fighting in the entrance, all blood, whit e knuckles and the sound of bone agains bone. I react late, when my own feet move to the door in front of ours. I need to get help, I won't be able to separate them by myself.

When I'm about to ring, a raspy voice growls from behind me.

"Don't do it."

His voice still makes my skin crawl. 

When I dare looking at my back, Harry has an unconscious Zac pinned down. My friend's lips are swollen and there is a trail of blood running from his nose to his chin.

"What did you do to him?" I stutter out of breath and will.

What am I gonna to do now that Zac cannot protect me? What is Harry doing to me now?
Where should I go?

He wouldn't hurt me, I know he wouldn't. There was a reason before, when my father was tracking him down the months I kept meeting him in secret but not now. Why is he doing here is what I should ask myself. I thought last night was a coincidence, but now that he is her, with that feline, green gaze looking at me, I doubt it.

"I just got him to sleep for a bit, sweetheart."

I feel a flicker of fire burning in my gut.

"Don't call me that, don't say anything to me ever again." I let out in a low voice I can't recognize as my own.

My hands turn into fist, the nails bitting into my skin when my gaze falls over my friend. I should call an ambulance, I hace no idea how much Harry hurt him.

But first, I have to get rid of my nightmare in human form.

"Why shouldn't I? Didn't you love it when I called you those things before?"

He steps closer to me, slowly, like a lion sizing his prey before the attack. There is blood running from an open wound in his upper lip.

Good.

My heart flutters in my chest at his words. Isn't he right? Didn't I melt in his arms every time he gave a single second of his time to me?

Don't I feel it right now, that burning sensation in my body when I look at him?

He is different but the same man I remember before I closed my eyes that night. There are more tattoos in his arms and some other peak from the collar of his dark shirt. His body is just the same as I remember, maybe I bit thicker and bulkier but not someone who hasn't felt it with their own hands could tell. His face is the same mask he wore at that time but a bit broken as he takes me in.

But his eyes, there is nothing new with those. Vacant yet so full of feelings they still overwhelm.

My head screams for a fight, rage now burning that feeling I thought long forgotten.

"I wish I never met you"

I barely see him cringe at my words, the mask now on again that I finally hurt him. 

A cruel smile I know too well plays in his lips

"Oh, really?" I take one step back as he keeps walking forward: "You were never a good liar, Quinn."

I'm caged again. His voice, his eyes... everything suffocating me. He shouldn't be here.

"Tell me what do you want from me:" his voice is low, seductive: "An apology?"

I'm now trapped between him and the neighbor's door, unable to scape or move away.

I must not let him win, he cannot win this time like he did last. I let my mind wander through memories of Asher, through his handsome face and his eyes sparkling as he looks at me. All these years, all the times his hold me in his arms as I cried.

I must win.

"Tell me love, what I must do" 

His voice is now a whisper in the air. His hands are either side me, his body a tower of steel I know won't move away.

Why, if I know this is so wrong, my heart beats alongside him? Why am I calm knowing he wasn't hurt in those years?

Why do I even care when he didn't? 

"There is no turning back" is all I can tell.

Do not let him win.

"I will force it back" I feel his teeth gracing my ear and igniting my skin: "You will come to me, I know you will"

I feel something heavy fall int my open palm and then, the sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs.

I know, when the first tear that rolls down my cheeks, that I lost.

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POV Quinn.

Hours pass by in the waiting room as I wait for the doctor to check on Zac. Immediately after Harry left, I run to the house and called an ambulance in case he had a concussion. I called Asher so he knew what happened, or at least, a small part of it all.

When we were halfway to the hospital, Zac regained conscience and searched for me in the small cabin. I took his hand and reassured with a smile I think he bought.

I wasn't fine at all. Harry's word cut deeper than I thought they would in the small conversation we had. He was long forgotten in my memories, I've moved on without having him lurking my mind.

And now he is back, and wants me with him.

The doctor comes to me and tells me Zac is all right, but that he will need rest and stay in here for the night. 

I hope this doesn't influence in the trial, I won't be the one telling he got in a fight.

I was ready to see him when Asher entered the waiting room, out of breath and with eyes full of worry.

All trace of Harry disappears from my mind as I see my fiancé running toward me. I start crying before I fall into his warm arms.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks in my ear.

His arms squeeze me tighter, his hand trembling in between my hair and the small of my back.

"You weren't hurt, were you?"

I shake my heart in deny and he kisses me wherever his lips fall.

He's scared for me, he is worried something may have happened to me.

I wan't to tell him how much I love him but the words get stuck in my throat.

The ring in my finger feels heavy, as heavy as the mobile phone Harry gave me before with a sole contact and message:

H: Call me and I am yours.

(I know it's short but I'll try to do the next one larger.

PS: Next chapter will be centered around Asher since I think he isn't as much protagonist yet

Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoyed it).