Sparrows

Chapter 15

Harry’s POV

The anger consumed in my body is not disappearing. I feel like I need to break something, anything but I just keep my knuckles in fists, not wanting to destroy anything of Marine’s. I tug at my hair, pulling it away from my face, trying to restore the purity in my eyes.

The nerve she has to walk out on me? She is the one who asked the touchy question.

I couldn’t help myself; I needed to say things to get her to shut up, to hurt her, even if some of what I said was not true. The topic scary for me, the fact that she even asked it made her seem like she was just like everyone else, she thought of me like they all do. And I even told her I didn’t hookup with that girl and she still doesn’t believe me and she is never going to let it go.

The thing is I am just fucking stupid, a vulnerable fool who thought there was something different about this girl, l felt as if we where bonded like a string, unable to disconnect but as well knowing what each other think. I am just boiling with frustration, because the moment she slammed the door out of her apartment there was a side of me saying “run after her Harry and apologize” and the other side was “she doesn’t deserve an apology.”

So I am just standing here, in her lemongrass-scented room, figuring out if I had just ruined something great.

Marine’s POV

 I run downstairs, my anger throbbing in my head. Sal is calling my name, asking me if I am ok, but I don’t answer. I was too angry to get my bike so now I have no transportation or money except my phone but I don’t care, I just needed some air and to get away from Harry.

I quickly text Electra that I can’t do anything later today, I was not really in the mood to be with anyone except myself.  

I am walking, very fast, my face is distressed, so tense and I am unable to relax it.

Who the fuck does he think he is? I am the one who said I was not interested! He is the one who is doing cute shit, fuck him! I don’t even understand why we were fighting he just snapped so fast. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed but I needed to clear things up. I needed to know that the reputation he held was false, but apparently it is not, he is a man whore, he just got pissed because I saw it in him.

I continue walking, making my way through crowds, steering around bundles of people. I kept walking and walking until I felt I wanted to stop. I didn’t know where I was but I liked that. I try to breathe and maybe sit down, but I know the moment I start to think about this, I will tear a little, and I am not that girl, he is not going to get the better of me, and he is not going to be able to hurt me and make me happy whenever he wants, I don’t need a man controlling me like that, it is unhealthy and demeaning to women. This was just a moment that made me realize that I need to stay away from Harry. For the first time in my life, Louis was right.

I slow down, now trying to observe the objects, the places around me, the details. It always calms me, living in the now. I come across an old bookstore, the outside made out of an earthy tone of wood, the windows clear and large, enabling me to see inside. There are random books stacked on shelves, none in order. There are biographies, comics, proper literature, everything. I make my way to the end of a section, high shelves on each side of me. I sit down and breathe in the smell of cut book paper.