Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

41. Anger

Cami P.O.V.

I pull up to Harry's home, well also my home that has owned that title for the past month of staying here. I feel horrible for hurting Anne's son after she has been so corgis and kind to me, but it's strictly business that Harry and I have to deal with.

I leave my bag on the passenger set next to me, knowing I won't stay in that house very long. I know after the conversation I will have with him, he will hate me. He will think of me the same way Brian always has. Here goes another friend I'm losing.

I step out of the car and shut the door, locking it quickly and walking up his porch steps. Do I knock? I've just been walking in for the past month ... but everything seems so different now. I should just use my key.

I unlocked the door and slipped it off my keychain when I shut the door. I will leave it on the bedside table with a note.

My feet start walking up the stairs and I went over the plan in my head again. I'll pack up my things in my duffel bag and suitcase quickly, make the bed, throw away any garbage and I'll be out in twenty minutes. If I see Harry, we will have the conversation now, sweet and short. It definitely won't be sweet.

If I dont, then I'll slip out of the house without anyone knowing and I will leave a note for Harry in his room. Basically the easiest format for me to break up with him . It sounds incredibly selfish, because I am. If he still wants to talk to me about it Monday I will. At least there will be people around.

I am pleased with what I've thought of and I turn into the semi long hallway and walk straight to the room I've been staying in, right across from Harry's. A sigh slips from my mouth as I push open my door and run over to the closet, in fear that Harry is home, even though his car is gone. I just want to get this over with.

Bathroom things laying across the sink get shoved into my duffel bag, including my shampoo and shower neccessities. The bag is thrown on the bed as I grab all my makeup from the small desk in the corner, and dump the tightly packed items into the duffel bag. I grab my shoes in armfuls and stuff them into it also, zipping it tightly. This is done in a matter of minutes and I grab my suitcase from the top shelf, dragging it down. my clothes aren't folded either as I shove them into the large case. As soon as I'm done, I zip I up and catch my breath, practically heaving. I grab my laptop and chargers, and place them in the front pocket, before vigorously searching in the beside table drawer for paper.

I clench my teeth in desperation that I can't find any and I slam the drawer closed in anger. I can just talk to him Monday I guess..

The extra key is placed on the table and the suitcase and the duffle bag is in my fragile hands in minutes. I Shut the door with ease and pick the duffle bag back up, trudging down the stairs.

The suitcase tumbles down the stairs as it slips from my hands and I groan. Wasting more time, he could be home any minute.

My feet pad down the stairs quickly and I turn around, picking up the suitcase. I can hear broken glass sloshing and my jaw drops. Shit, my laptop. Good thing I have iCloud. I can just buy a new one.

The sound of jingling keys drifts into my ears and I freeze, long enough to hear the door slam as well. Fuck.

I stand up straighter and turn, my heart beating a hundred times faster. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I turned around at the sound of heaving and see the face that I didn't want to see.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry's eyes gaze over my suitcases and then his eyes shoot up to mine, teeth gritted. My eyes gaze over his face and his body and I slightly gasp, my jaw ajar.

He now has an eyebrow piercing and snakebites and he's gotten two tattoos. One a small lock on his wrist and a key to match. He's clad in black skinny jeans, black boots, and a button up long sleeve black dress shirt. His hair was now in a quiff instead of his normal curly attire.

"Are those- Are they-" I stutter and he chuckles.

"Are -are- are- " He imitates mocking me. "Have you been that fucking oblivious that you haven't noticed me getting a small piercing? Or a fucking tattoo? Oh Camilla, wake the hell up."

"I am wide awake." I scoff.

"I doubt it. Now you didn't answer me. Where the hell have you been during the day of the week and where are you going?" He clenched his fists, stepping closer.

I don't like this Harry. This rude, mocking, tattooed Harry. This is not my Harry. My Harry was bright, beanies constantly aware, and shy as hell. What the hell happened?

"Home." I spoke sternly and grasped the luggage handles, walking past him, when I was yanked back. I gritted my teeth as he squeezed my arm in pain, and dropped the luggage whirling around .

"No you're not. You're mum isn't home." His dark irises narrowed at me and I gritted my teeth as he tightened his grip on me.

"Yes she is, now let go!" I tugged away feverishly but he wasn't budging.

"Can't you just stay one more night? I've barely fucking seen you Cami!" He raised his tone at me an tugged me towards him, my white converse heels digging into the hardwood.

"Why do you care? We are done Harry!" I spoke , gritting my teeth and he stopped pulling. I caught my breath and blew on my hair, away from my face.

"What?" His tone became raspier and my chest heaved up and down.

"We... Are done." I spoke breathlessly and relief flooded through me as soon as I spoke those words.

"You're not... you're not leaving me." He laughed shaking his head. "It's Louis isn't it? He's making you do this, he sucked you in?"

He was speaking panicky ,his grip tightening with every word spoke, fingernails digging into my arm. I gritted my teeth in pain, tears forming in my eyes.

"No Harry, please let go!" I begged and tried to pull away, but it just made it worse. I bit my lip to ease the pain as his irises almost turned black and I knew he wasn't going to stop.

"Harry please!" I screeched and he let go, but I sting ran through my cheek, mixing with the hot tears. I held the side of my face, my hair hiding it and I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to myself that I was anywhere but here. And that Harry did not just hit me.

I cautiously looked up, and Harry's eyes were wide with disbelief at what he had just done and his eyes turned a shade lighter. His jaw was agape as he peered down at me and he reached a hand towards me as I flinched away.

"Cami I - I'm so sorry-" He started, but I backed away towards my luggage once more as he stepped closer.

"No. Don't touch me." I warned and yanked open the door, dragging my luggage out with me.

"Cami please , I'm sorry!" I could hear his steps frantic behind me as I threw the luggage in the backseat and slammed the door, running to the driver seat and hopping inside. I immediately locked the door and jammed the key in, starting the car engine. I glanced toward the car window and caught sight of Harry, and he tried to yank open the car door. "Cami, open the fucking door!"

He kicked the metal and started to pound on the window and I backed up quickly, trying to drowned out his pleas.

"Open this God Damn door Cam!" He was beyond screaming and I rammed on the gas, pulling froward into the road ahead of me. He ran after the car a few yards and then stopped trying behind me.

All I could see was him punching his car hood , and pulling at his curls in anger behind me, through my salty tears, as I drove down the road towards my destination.

The lake.

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