Harry POV-
I swung the door open, the doorknob smashing into the wall with a loud bang. There she was- perched delicately on the top of my bed, a smug smile shadowing across her lips.
A mixture of clothes, glass shards and rubbish covered my floor.
I stiffened as I realized where the glass had come from- the TV.
Suddenly, I was in front of her, my hand crashing down on her face with a smack. She flinched with the blow, surprised tears spilling down her cheeks.
Anger began to pulse through me- What did she expect?
"Surprised?" I scoffed- the words bitter, mocking.
Her eyes questioned me, the glasslike reflection of her pupils staring back at me.
"Y-y-you hit m-me." She stumbled over her words as a newborn deer would stumble over its own feet.
"Yes." I snapped, my hand quivering with anger as I ran it through my hair to prevent it from lashing out again.
I didn't have time for this right now- Perkins and Co. where scouting her and she needed to listen to me for once. Not even a locked room can keep her calm-
"Why?" Her voice quivered, the one worded question cracking like the glass of the TV.
"Because I've had it- I have done nothing but try and be nice to you, nothing but try and keep you from harm's way and you go ahead and destroy my bedroom." By the end of my rant I was shouting. I could feel the heat rise to my neck, my pupils narrowing.
"B-b-but you-I DON'T want to be HERE." She looked so vulnerable, so unlike the Hannah she was before.
I took a deep breath before replying. "It's either me or them Hannah."
"To me you are all the same."
I froze, my muscles locked into place by surprise.
"Name one thing," I yelled, my temper loosing it. "ONE THING, I HAVE DONE WRONG TO HURT YOU IN ANYWAY."
She paused, clearly thinking back.
"Y-you hit me." She muttered.
Breathe, just let it go and breathe.
"You tried to kill my gerbil." She added.
"Rodent." I corrected, my brow creasing in disdain.
Her lips cracked a small, amused smile at my response. She shifted on the bed towards the headboard, bringing her knees to her chest. I stood standing at the end of the bed, arms folded.
"You held a gun to my head." She pointed out, her tone sour.
I shrugged flippantly. "I didn't actually use it."
Her eyebrows rose as she sarcastically added. "Because that totally makes it okay."
"Exactly." I counter parted dryly, my mouth not forming a smile like it usually would.
Silence fell between us.
"Name all the things I've done that are good." I muttered, curious to see hear her response.
She bit her lip as she played with a stray strand of fabric on her pants.
"I bought you a car, gave you clothes, feed you, was nice to you, brought you to lunch- I even saved you from a sex slave gang. Isn't that enough?"
"Why do you sound so upset?" She asked, ignoring me.
Do I tell her?
"Because I'm sick and tired of you complaining." I lied. "You are so ungrateful for everything- and then you go ahead and treat me like this." I motioned around the room with my hands.
