Pieces. ≫ h.s. au ≪

Chapter 7.

“Hi.” He stands up, smirks and I have to fight the urge to punch him in the face.

“Don't say hi to me and tell me what the hell are you doing here.” I'm more than pissed right now.

“I needed to talk to you.” He comes closer but I step back. What is wrong with this kid?

“How did you find my house?”

“Ms. Collins.” What? “You told me she was the only person that took care of you and that she was your boss so I assumed she had something to do with the Brits and I made a few calls. After explaining who I was, she told me.

Is he kidding me? I'm so going to kill her. How can she do this to me? I told her I didn't like him and she goes and betrays me this way. I can already feel my cheeks burning despite the cold.

“Are you mad?” He asks sweetly. Really, Harry? Really?

“No, of course not.” I say with clear sarcasm in my voice. “I'm perfectly fine. I have a f.ucking stalker standing in the front door in the middle of the f.ucking night. Of course I'm not mad. Do you want me to make you some tea, honey?”

He steps back and I can't read his face.

“I'm not a stalker.”

“You sure as hell look like one.”

“I just wanted to make sure you're were fine, that you got home safe.”

“This can't be happening. Are you f.ucking kidding me? Who do you think you are? My father?” I say and my voice breaks a little but I control my emotions. “My boyfriend? Well, guess what? You're not! I'm fine and you need to leave.”

I get out my keys and try to open the door but he grabs the knob before I can and I turn around.

“Let me in, Harry.” He shakes his head.

“Not happening.”

“I will call the police if I have to.”

“Do you even have a phone?” F.uck, he's right.

I look down and I know he realizes I don't have one. I take a huge breath and I look at him with a sad expression.

“Please, Harry, just leave me alone.”

“I just need to know what happened to you. What happened to your parents.” He doesn't release the door. I just want to go to bed but I can't lose this battle.

“Why is it so important to you?”

“I don't know....” I know he means it but I can't be his hobby. He can't go around trying to figure out what happened to everyone. “I just... I don't know why but I care about you.”

“You shouldn't. Now let me in.”

“After you tell me what happened with your parents.”

I hesitate. I don't want to talk about it, why can't he realize that? It's clear that is not a chapter of my life that I don't like to relive but yet he keeps pushing and pushing. He's reopening wounds that I was trying to heal. I close my eyes for a few seconds before answer him.

“They're dead.” I open my eyes and look at him “Are you happy now?”

Harry's POV

What? How can she even think I'm happy? I can see guilt all over his face as the words leave her mouth.

“I'm sorry.” her whole face turns red and his fists clench at the side of his body. I can no longer see a guilt expression in her face, only anger. “I want to know every...”