Dark and Dangerous

Mind Games

*DEMI' POV*

I wiped the bottoms of my eyes and reapplied my eyeliner after I finished my breakdown.

I walked back to the group of people and sat. shit I'm sobering up.

"I need another drink.", I said while standing up again.

"No. you've had enough.", Harry spoke.

"Since when are you the boss of me styles?", I snapped.

He stayed silent. exactly, you dumb motherfucker. although he could be right. the last time I went to the doctor he said if I keep doing this my kidneys would fail. it's better than having to deal with this fuck.

"Please just sit Demi.", Harry begged.

"You know what? I can't do this.", I shook my head and walked away.

I tromped outside and unlocked my car.

"Demi stop.", I heard a voice say.

"UGH! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!", I shouted.

"No. you can't drive when you've had a whole bottle of whiskey.", he mumbled.

"Well maybe I'll get in a wreck and I won't have to deal with you!", I yelled.

I swear to god. this boy is trying to convince me that he gives a damn about my safety when all he wanted was to fucking get in my pants a few years ago. I don't think so. people don't change.

Harry opened the passenger door. why the fuck is he doing this to me?

"Demi, let me drive you.", he pleaded.

"No."

"Please, I don't want you to get hurt."

I looked at him and the concern was evident on his features. he's not worried about me.

"How do I know you're not trying to pull something?", I asked.

"I promise I won't. I know that you think I'm horrible because of what I did to you."

I've known him long enough to tell whether he's lying or not, but right now I'm just too drunk and stressed to deal with this.

"Fine.", I state and walk to the other side of my car.

I expected a cocky smirk or grin but his expression was completely serious. I closed the door and stared out of the window. I think I'm going to puke.

"So why did you dye your hair blue?", Harry broke the silence.

"I was drunk and I liked the color.", I simply stated.

"Oh."

I was hoping this ride would be quick and silent, but no! Harry had to treat me like some sort of suspect and interrogate me.

"How many tattoos have you gotten?", he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"About twenty. some of them seem quite random but mean a lot.", I frowned.

I got a tattoo about a week before Harry and I broke up. it was basically just a little musical note on my wrist basically to remember him because he used to sing to me and write me songs.

It was nice. while it lasted anyway. now I'm just left with a tattoos that reminds me that Harry broke my heart.

I also have tattoo on my finger that says believe. I got that when I was really depressed. another one that I got in that time period was the one on my back that says stressed, depressed, boyband obsessed.

I have others that are just things that I like or phrases that have meaning to me and some are names of songs.

"Are you done interrogating me?", I asked.

"I was going to figure just how much I hurt you. I didn't mean it when I said I only wanted to get in you pants. I swear.", Harry said. "I didn't mean to cheat on you either..."

"Then why the fuck did you!", I screamed.

Harry pulled over and looked at me. I know he expects me to believe him, but I don't. do i?

"Remember when we got in a really bad fight before any of that happened?", he beamed.

I want to scream at him and tell him to fucking take me home but I can't seem to find my voice.

"I was so depressed because I thought you were going to leave. so I went to a bar and got so drunk that you would need subtitles to understand me. she was there and..."

"Just stop.", I said.

"I'm sorry."

I started to cry. the walls I've been building for the past three years are crashing down. Harry came in like a wrecking ball and smashed them into bits.

"I didn't mean to make you upset.", Harry said.

"Just be quiet and take me home.", I sniffled.

The remainder of the drive was silent other than my sniffling and the sound of the car. We arrived at my house and I went inside. I took one last glance at the boy who destroyed me and closed the door.

I guess I'm only angry because I loved Harry. I'm starting to think that I still do.