Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 24

I wake up to kisses being placed along my neck. I give a small smile before fluttering my eyes open. I look at him sleepily, as he does the same.

"I wanted to wake you up in a cute way." His low raspy voice speaks.

"Uh, cute now? No more punishments?" I tease.

"Well if you leave me while I'm asleep again yeah." He smirks.

"I thought we agreed on no sexual punishments." I reminded him.

"You can't bend over in front of me and expect a non sexual punishment."

I laugh and get up to walk down stairs. Ashton follows me closely and pinches my bum before we make it to the stairs. I smack his hand almost fall, but his cat like reflexes stop me from even tipping over.

"Was that supposed to hurt? And I saved your life, again." He winks at me. I roll my eyes and continue on down the stairs and in the kitchen.

"Morning guys." Bree greets.

"Morning." I notice Harry's not here which is really weird. "Where's your boy toy?"

"Oh uh, we're fighting." She looks down.

"What why?" I ask.

"He was being quiet and I asked him if he wanted to talk about anything and he said no. Then I turned around and laid down, and he got up and left. He's tried calling but I'm not answering."

Right as she finishes, the front door shoots open. The scariest Harry I've come to know walks in the kitchen.

"Why aren't you answering?" He yells.

"Because you're being an ass." Bree yells back. That's one thing about me and her, we aren't afraid to yell back.

"Well maybe if you weren't so damn nosey!" He yells back.

"Maybe if you wouldn't take things the wrong fucking way." She screams.

"Really, I take things the wrong way? How about you little miss 'whats wrong' all the damn time." He scolds. Me and Ashton slowly walk away and back up to my room.

Bree's P.O.V.

"What is your problem? You're fine one minute and the next your completely pissed. And sorry for caring for you Harry! Sorry that I actually take time out of my day to be with you and make sure your okay. Sorry I ask my non existent boyfriend what the fucks wrong!" I scream feeling anger sting my nerves and spark up adrenaline.

"What is my problem? I don't have a problem, you always think something's wrong when there's not! And you think I don't care about you? You're kidding right?" He laughs sarcastically.

"That's because your mood changes before I can even blink my eyes. And do you care Harry? Cause you don't fucking act like it." I scream and turn around to punch the cabinet. Before it makes contact, and large had grabs my wrist. I turn around and push him angrily. "DONT TOUCH ME!!"

"Calm down okay! I'm sorry. I think saving you from breaking your hand means that I care about you." He says calmly.

"Oh you think saving my hand is supposed to prove something to me? Get out! Just get the fuck out." I laugh at first, then end rubbing my forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere." He speaks softly. I grab a plate from the counter and slam it to the ground.

"LEAVE!" I scream now tears in my eyes. He steps closer, but I step away from him. "You can't even ask me to be your girlfriend, and I'm the one that takes things out of proportion. I can't do it anymore. Either leave, or I will." I spit at him, a tear running down my face.