I Think I'm In Love... With My Music Partner!? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 13: Give Me A Chance! (Part 1)

Alex's POV:

I saw Harry was still surprisingly knocking the already unconscious guy out to a pulp. And the guy the dude with the pistol standing the hood of the car aiming it at Harry's unaware back.

I saw how close that guy was to the hood, and an idea suddenly HIT me (hint hint) ans I knew exactly what to do.

When the pistol holding idiot wasn't watching, I quickly, quietly, and carefully mad made my way to the driver's seat in the car. To my surprise, I saw that thankfully the car was still on and the krys were left in the ignition. Normally I would have thought that he's just the stupidest guy ever for leaving  his keys there, but right I can't be more thatnkful.

Once I made my way to the driver's seat, I buckled myself in and yelled to the pistol holding jerk "hey, say hi to the Jack for me!" The look on his face was completely confused, and all I could do was hold back my laughter.

"What are you-" He started, but never finished for I had slammed my foot on  the gas without mercy, and with all my strength, I rammed into the guy. Sending both HIM and his gun in different directions.

That really woke Harry up rom from his "intense fight match". as his head snapped into  the direction of the guy and then back at me. Then, his emotions changed about 3 different times. He went feom confused, to relieved, to angry and then back to his usual emotionless look. All in all, I just think that he has bipolar emotions that at that moment he needed to calm. I mean, why is is he upset, he shouldn't have come looking for me ... AGAIN anyways.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when there was a rough tapping on the car window, scaring the life out of me. Thankfully it was only Harry, but facial expression wasn't at all thankful. "Oh here we go"...

"Give me the keys, and move over NOW!" He said in a stern, annoyed/aggrivated, yet flat tone. I didn't argue, considering everything that had happened. Once he got inside, I was already in the passenger's seat, buckled up, and ready to go. This has been a long couple of days, and is going to be an even longer ride back.

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The entire ride home was as quiet as can be, just as I thought it would be. There was no sound coming out of our mouths except our breathing and occational loud signing. I would carefully try gazing over from the window and over to Harry, but every time I did, the first things I saw were his scars, bruises, dried blood, and emotionless expression. I was starting to feel bad about everythilng that happened to him. I mean, if  I had just listened or had never left in the first place, then neither of us would be in this bad situation.

I couldn't handle the silence knowing how guilty I was the reason for his bruises, as I broke the silence, but first I needed to get his attention "H-Harry," I stuttered, yeah I should be nervous, I know. He didn't even acknoledge me. 

"H-Harry please say something." I begged, trying to get at least a reaction of some sort out of him. I trully was sorry, I was ripped from my thoughts when I realized the car had come to a complete stop, and we were standing in front of a building. Harry's flat.

He didn't hesitate on getting out of the car, and walking straight inside the flat, slamming the door behind him without even worrying about me. Wow, I screwed up, I really screwed up, I screwed up BAD.

I quickly got out the car, locked it behind me, and ran straight for the front door praying he hadn't locked it purposefully. I walked intp an empty living room, bathroom, and kitchen. That means that the only place he should be in, is his bedroom.

Just as if on cue, I heard loud banging coming form his room, and lucky guess, his door was closed and most likely locked. I cautiosly made my way to his room and when I was about to knock and see if he was "okay", I heard him whispering things in aggrivation and that just made me want to listen to what he said more.

I moved my ear closer to the door until I finally heard him say "why do I even try? Why do I care so much? I care so much and yet I don't understand why." Woww, hearing those words come out of his mouth just sounded so UNREAL to me. He cares... he actually cares!! I took a few deep breathes and exhaled from my nose to try to regulate my breathing. Once it was under control, I then softly knocked on the door and waited for him to respond.

"Go away ALEX." his voice boomed through the closed door with the sound of anger and yet his emotionless self. Woww, what a bipolar emotion. I built up the courage and said "n-no Harry, I'm sorry okay!? Please let me in." I waited a few seconds until I finally heard the clicking of of the door being unlocked and mentally thanked God. The door slowly opended, to reveal an emotionless Harry, but filled with black and blue bruises and cuts.

"What do you want Alex?" his raspy voice bluntly asked ripping me from my thoughts. I quickly blinked and shook my head several times, bringing myself back to Earth. When I looked up, I noticed an impatient looking Harry waiting up against the door frame.

"S-sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. With your um.. you know your.. injuries." I careful not to tick him off more than he probably already was with me. That wasn't the real reason why I came up, but the minute he opened the door and I saw his face, I really did become concerned.

He furrowed his eyebrows and said "yah? Well obviously I'm okay so you can go now. I'm not a baby that needs to be taken care of and watched 24/7 like 'OTHER PEOPLE'." Ouch. I stood there in utter shock and pain. How dare he feel the right to just come flat out and say that?! I mean like seriously, no one would be in this mess and/or problem if hadn't come looking for me, right?

"Look Harry, I said I was sorry okay? How many more times do I have to say it to get it through to y-" I was cut off mid sentence when he suddenly smashed his fist into the side of the door frame with a loud "BANG" (ing) sound, and a dent in the wall, and bloody knuckles that didn't even seem to phase him.

"BLOODY HELL ALEX! WHY DON'T YOU GET IT? WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO IS FLIPPING HURT YOU? YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE, YOU JUST LISTEN TO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE HAS TO SAY ABOUT ME BUT NOT ONCE HAVE YOU COME TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH! AND YOUR SORRIES DON'T MEAN CRAP IF YOU JUST KEEP RUNNING AWAY! SO YOU CAN SAY IT ALL YOU WANT, BUT IT'S NOT GONNA MEAN ANYTHING IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A CHANCE ALEX!!!!"

The words he said obviously baffled the both of us, because his head immediately shot down and he wasn't looking at me anymore. I wanted to know if what he was real and he was actually trully feeling something and that it's not just a way to get me into his "trap". So I asked him.

"W-what did you say?" I of course knew exactly what he said, but if he was for-real with what he said or was saying, that he wouldn't have a problem saying it again. His eyes shot up immediatley and were now piercing through mine. He grabbed my small hands and held them in his big ones, squeezing lightly as if he was afraid of rejection, but without thinking twice he said "give me a chance Alex, please?"