“I- I don’t think I can.” I sigh. Why has it always been so hard for me? Why can’t I open up…? What’s wrong with me?
I can’t stop the negative thoughts from crawling in.
“He’s just trying to get to know you, to use it against you. Don’t let him in. You don’t even know him. You can’t trust him!”
“You can, trust me.” He reassures me and the word trust pangs in my chest.
It’s always been so hard for me. I have never been able to tell anyone anything. Not without them using it against me. And now I find myself about to tell Harry everything. It’s like it’s different with him… I feel like I have known him for an eternity…
“There’s just so much to say and I just can’t...” I mumble
“Harmony, you have to learn to trust.” He tells me and I scrunch my nose up at the thought of him instructing me on what to do.
“What about you harry?” I switch the conversation around.
“What about me?” He asks, resting his hand down onto the bench to support his weight. My eyes flicker across his glowing green eyes and curly hair.
“Your secrets, your life.”
“Well it’s none of your business.” He growls and I step back from the angry tone laced through his voice.
I roll my eyes at him, this is exactly why I can’t tell him things. He always does this, ruins a good moment or bursts out In anger. He must’ve noticed my confused yet angry expression, as the next thing that came out of his mouth surprised me.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled and my mouth opened in surprise. He apologised? He has never apologised to me before, and there’s a hell lot of things he should have.
“I- uh...” He starts and looks down at the ground. “I shouldn’t have snapped.” He says and I step back into my spot, where I was before.
“It’s alright.”
“Look Harmony, I shouldn’t even be here.” He mumbles again and I pull a confused look. He was the one who came here. He chose to be here.
“What do you mean?” I ask as he pulls his head up to meet my eyes.
“I have to go.” He tells me starting to walk towards the door, but before I know what I’m doing my body blocks his exit and my hands land on his toned chest, pushing him backwards.
“You can’t just leave.” I tell him, instantly regretting it. What am I doing? This is good, he’s leaving Harmony he won’t pressure you anymore. But there’s that one voice in the back of my head saying stop him. Don’t let him go. And I hate her for it.
His eyes meet mine and his face holds an unreadable expression. He knows I have secrets and he wants to know them all. But little did I know he holds more than I do. He has more secrets than me and I- like him- are going to find them out. I’m going to break down his walls one by one, just like he’s doing to me.
“You don’t understand…” He mumbles.
“No I don’t, that’s why you need to stay.”
“I’m not a good person Harmony.” He bows his head like he’s ashamed of himself.
And at that moment I realise I don’t know anything about Harry. I don’t know his last name, I don’t know who is in his family, I don’t know where he lives, and I don’t know anything about him. All I know is that he is claiming not to be a good person. But I know deep down, he is. He has to be, I have seen it. I have seen it shine through the darkness that overrides him and I don’t understand how no one else can see it. Everyone who has talked to me about Harry has only said negative things about him. Why am I the only one seeing the light beneath his darkness? Why am I the only who seems to understand?
