Addiction

chapter thirteen

HARPER’S POV :

My ears are surrounded by Blake’s voice as soon as I awake

Blake’s loud voice

Blake’s loud, pissed off voice

What have I done?

I open my eyes for the very first time today; look up and see Blake out of bed looking down at me with a stiff expression.

“Mhhm whaaat” I jumble groggily as I stretch my body out yawning.

“WHAT THE FUCK HARPER, I TOLD YOU TO STAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED!”

I knew this was coming but I didn’t seem to care of the consequences last night.

“Wha-“

“Don’t. Fucking. What. Me.” He sneers.

Like I understand that he would be annoyed, but to be this angry?

C’mon lighten up.

I sit up; swing my legs over the side of the bed, and hold my arm over my ‘exposed front’ so I’m facing him properly.

“I’m sorry” I admit with no emotion. No, I’m not sorry.

Eh.

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT,” he firecly shouts. His quick, unexpected and fiery actions abruptly shock me and I find myself looking towards the floor.

Interesting floor.

My heart sinks and I speak up, afraid of what hes going to say once im finished.

“I'll sleep on the floor from now on.”

He would never hit me, but I flinch when I expect him to ramble again.

Everything goes quiet for what feels like forever before I get the courage to open my eyes and look up at him.

Looking up I see that hes just miserably standing there, all eyes on me. His sharp blue eyes hold regret and sadness. I feel so unwelcome at the moment and shocked at his sudden mood swings. I’m debating on going to the park for a bit.

“Hey,” he softly leaks. My head stays down.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and presses it weakly. “Harper please look up,” he sighs

I obey and look up, his eyes are glassy as he bores his own into mine, making me forget whats happening.

Why am I such a struck loser?

“I would never hurt you harper, never.”

“You scared me Blake, I know you were going to be upset but.. yeah,” my person admits truthfully.

“I just don’t want to be let down. I don’t want you to wake up and change your mind on me, like I know you’ve been feeling shitty lately, so I didn’t want you to only want me beca-“

“Stop.” I don’t want to hear lies.

“Because you want someone there,” he rephrases.

“I don’t want to be left behind Harp”

“Bla-“

“No. I’m so sorry for going off. It’s not you, it’s me and me only.”

“You yelled at me?” Stop egging it on you fuckwit.

“You’re the only person here," he admits.

Touché.

“And I’m scared because I’ve developed these feelings for you really fast and I’m terrified one of us will wreck it.”