Miley's POV
I watch as Harry and Cam walk past me and head upstairs.
This can't be good.
I walk around the house looking for Shay.
When I spot her, she's laughing with some dude.
"Shay."
"Oh, hey! Mike, this is Miley. Miley, this is Mike. He's Harry's friend," she giggles.
"Where's the bathroom?" I ask.
"Upstairs, second door on the left," Mike responds.
I thank him then walk upstairs.
Why are there so many people? Ugh.
I push my way through the small groups of college students and finally make it to the bathroom.
Once I'm in, I lock the door.
I sit on the floor with my back to wall and jump whenever I hear something crash next door.
What was that?
I get to my feet and press my ear to the wall.
I jerk back when I hear another crash.
When I walk out into the hallway, I hesitate for a second. Should I go inside that room?
What if someone is trashing the place?
I go with my gut and open the door.
I spot Harry, knuckles bloody, chest rising and falling uncontrollably.
"Get the fuck out!" He screams, walking towards me.
"Calm down. What's wrong?"
His hands grab my shoulders and he pushes me against the bedroom wall, hard.
"What the hell do you want," he breathes.
"I was just checking up on you," I say in a small voice, suddenly all of my courage has vanished.
"I don't need you to check up on me."
He lets go of me and I let out a sigh of relief.
Shay was right. He is scary when he's angry.
But he needs to stop throwing everything. It won't make the situation with him and Cam any better.
"Can you leave now?" The annoyance is clear in Harry's tone.
"Are you done throwing a fit?" I challenge, gaining back some courage.
"I wasn't throwing a fit. I'm just mad. Now leave me-"
"No. Come on, let's go."
"What? No. Go where?"
"To the bathroom. You need to clean yourself up. Look at your hands." I gesture to him.
"I can take care of myself. Just leave me alone."
I take a deep breath before I walk towards Harry.
I grab his arm but he pulls away.
"Harry," I plead.
He inhales and exhales hard.
He wants to continue the argument, but I pull him behind me anyway.
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"Be still," I tell Harry, taking a wet rag and cleaning the cuts on his hands and arms from the glass items he previously destroyed in the bedroom.
He flinches and I pull back.
"Sorry," I apologize.
"Why are you even here? It's like everywhere I go, you're there too."
"Coincidence, I guess." I shrug.
I grab some bandages from the cabinet and wrap up his hands.
"There. All done." I look up at Harry.
But he's already staring.
I reach behind him for the door knob but he stops me.
"Thank you," he says.
Before I can reply, he's out the door.
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