When everything falls apart

Didn't your mother tell you i was rude to stare?

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The next couple of days crawl by slowly Harry barely talking to me. When Lucy texts me Friday night saying she can’t drive me home I groan hoping to come across Louis. When I exit biology though Jacks waiting at my locker I smile waving “hey.”

“Hey,” he chimes helping me get my bag down. “Do you need a ride?” Jack asks smiling I smirk sending my best friend a mental eye roll. “Yeah that’d be great.”

“She already has a ride.” We both turn to see Harry scowling at me with his arms crossed. I roll my eyes slamming my locker shut. “No Jack I’m…” Harry steps towards me grabbing my arm and raising his eyebrows. I huff crossing my arms “fine whatever thanks anyway.” I send a small smile to Jack who’s sending a look to Harry that if looks could kill he’d be dead. “Call me if you need me.” Jack murmurs pushing past Harry and I, I cock my hip in Harry’s direction. “What? You barely talk to me for a week and then as soon as Jack asks me if I need a ride you jump for the chance.”

“I’ve told you stay away from him. If that means staying in the car with your stubborn ass for twenty minutes so be it.” I gape at his bluntness but he makes no move to take it back. “I’d rather walk.” I spit Harry rolls his eyes as I move to walk past him as he grabs my arm. “I will drag you to the car.”

“How charming. Where’s Mary anyway?”

“How would I know?”

“I thought you would’ve left her bed this morning.” I murmur making Harry give me a look. “Get in the car.” He growls, grudgingly I pull myself into the car crossing my arms in front of me. I hear Harry slam his door but I don’t look at him as I stare out the window. We drive in silence for a few moments before he breaks it “do you want to play a game?”

“No.” I mumble dismissing his Idea completely we go back to the silence and I can’t help but feel this is worse than yelling. “Why would you stop me from seeing Jack?”

“Because he’s not your fucking type Jay.” I roll my eyes at his response leaning towards the window. “But it doesn’t matter because no matter what I seem to say you do the opposite of it anyway. Why is that? I’m actually fascinated.” I swallow not answering instead I shrug under his heavy gaze. Harry clenches the steering wheel his knuckles white when I notice something, his wrist is purple. I grab the cuff of his long sleeve t-shirt and begin to pull it up when he jerks away. “Are you trying to get us fucking killed?” He snaps I recoil keeping my eyes on the purple marks covering Harry’s wrist. “What happened?” I demand Harry’s jaw clenches as he looks away. “Nothing, I box.”

“You’re lying,” I whisper he shoots me a murderous glare which I return. “I box.” He repeats firmly I narrow my eyes “why would you have bruises on your wrists then?” I challenge Harry looks straight ahead tapping the steering wheel. “You get bruises everywhere from boxing.” I frown turning away from him we stay silent for the rest of the ride home leaving me to fiddle. I keep sending Harry glances but he just ignores them. I watch as he checks his phone every two minutes shaking his head at the traffic my head cocking in concentration. “Didn’t your mother tell you it was rude to stare?” Harry murmurs no humour present in his voice. I’m about to respond with some sassy comment when I’m cut off by his phone. I watch Harry groan before picking it up, “yes?” I watch curiously as he bites his lip nodding into the phone. “Five? Are you sure?” Harry murmurs trying to keep his voice low. “Yes…yes fine I’ll be there.” He hangs up throwing his phone in frustration onto the back seat. “Who was that?” I wonder Harry rolls his eyes giving me a look “boxing gym there’s a fight…thing at five.”