Back And Forth (Sequel To Sent From Above)

17.Plenty Of Words To Say

       *Warning : Use of language x.

   A day or two later.....

 Twenty minutes later.... 

       "GET THE HELL OUT !"

   "SEE?! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING MEAN REMI ! "

           "WHAT. ARE . YOU TRYING TO SAY ?!"

      "YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ! I-'' pointing at himself ,''IT'S GETTING FUCKING TIRING!"

     Frowning , I balled my hands in fist , slamming on the table hard that the candles on top shook a little.

              "God damn you Harry ! I fucking told you , that it was NOT my fault ! NOT MINE !" I shouted , looking straight at him. He scoffed , turning halfway, his hand going up his hair , ruffling through it rough.

        "SHUT UP ! SHUT UP ! I had a busy day and you with your obnoxious attitude is wearing me down more !" He growled , walking over to the couch of the living room . Standing right there , in my fuzzy blue p.j. pants , purple slippers and white shirt , along with my messy hair I didn't give a damn to fix up. I only scoffed , tilting my head a little , shocked from what came from Harry's lips.

                 "You-'' walking to Harry who just rolled his eyes , looking at me with such anger , but that didn't make him go. '' Have got to stop yelling at me !" I toned down my voice , which sounded more like a sneer.

        My finger on his chest , he looked down at where my finger was placed and back at me . Sighing , he brushed my finger away , turning his back to me.

                  "I don't want to see you right now Remi . I'll be in the room.'' He mumbled. Stunned at what he did , I was glued to the floor , feeling rejected from him .

          "If you don't want to see me , well why don't you just LEAVE !" I gestured to the front door to the right of me. He stopped mid-way from walking to the room , turning his head over to me .

                     "Maybe I will.'' He sneered. With that , he took a turn , grab his coat and keys and  slammed the front door hard causing a glass vase next to the door fell and shattered to the floor.

          "DAMN YOU HARRY !" I yelled , feeling a vein throbbing from my neck . My hands balled into fists , my nails digging into my skin I saw the broken vase into shiny glass everywhere.

                 "Every damn time , you always make a mess of things. '' I muttered under my breath but knowing no one was here to listen to what i said . Walking to clean the mess up , I got a ring coming from Harry's phone, guess he forgot to take it . Looking from where he left it , the coffee table alongside with the magazine that started this with a bright red circle on a specific photo. It was a text from his mum, Anne.

         "Harry , honey Gemma told me you were going to pick us up from the airport . Will you be able ? Call me . " 

          Placing the phone back down , I figured to let Harry call her rather than me. Forgetting about the broken vase , I sat myself to the couch , my head resting on the armrest of the couch , my arms going up to cover my face. Only thing you could hear was the heater , minus that it was complete silence. Not standing it , I screamed , grabbing a pillow close to me and screaming through my pillow , my face started going red.

              Placing the pillow on my lap , I took a few short breaths , looking around in case someone broke in thinking I was dying or something. Nope , nothing. Right when I was about to go back to scream through the pillow once again , I spotted the magazine that was a slap in my face. My anger boiling up inside me , I grabbed it with such force that I ripped half the page .