"I know I've been gone and I know I was an ass that day but trust me I didn't mean it. I just have this temper Leah and this is why I need you to be careful, around me at least. I'm not a good person, honestly. If you knew the business I run and the people I hung around with, believe me you'd stay far away," Harry whispered.
I was speechless, I had no idea how to respond to that. He apologized but yet it was so passive aggressive at the same time. I shouldn't care though right? We were just lab partners and nothing more.
Sigh, "It's okay Harry, I mean we're just lab partners so it's not really a big deal, we only hang out if we need to get work done."
Something flickered through his eyes, sadness but I couldn't understand why.
"Yeah," he whispered back.
We sat in silence for what felt like forever until he decided it was time for us to leave considering it was 7:00 and neither of us started any of our assignments for tomorrow. The ride back was silent too, not awkward silence, comfortable silence.
Harry pulled in front of my house, "Thanks for listening I guess," he mumbled.
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes before getting out the car and heading inside.
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The next days were awkward if I'm being honest. Harry was avoiding me at all costs but this time it was different, he looked so hurt and so crushed. During chem he avoided looking me in the eyes and almost always did his work quietly.
"Hey Harry?"
"Hm?" He mumbled.
It's now or never. "What's been up with you lately? You seem off"
"No reason," he whispered but I called bullshit on that. I decided not to pester him on it though.
Bzzzz bzzzz*
I checked my phone seeing I had one new text message from an unknown number?
Unknown: well hello Leah. We're gonna play a little game and if you follow the rules Harry won't get hurt. Understand?
My breath got hitched in my throat, who the fuck was this? Panic erupted through my body, how did they know me? More importantly what was going to happen to Harry if I didn't play this "game" ?
To unknown: Who the fuck is this?
Who ever this person was, they replied fast and boy did they like to play fucking mind games.
Unknown: Feisty, I like it. No wonder Harry talks about you so much but don't worry darling you'll find out who I am soon enough. Now don't go telling Harry about this, you don't wanna get hurt either right?
Why were they so focused on hurting Harry? I knew he hid things but I never saw him in trouble. Before I could even type out a reply I got another message from this unknown.
Unknown: Game starts now darling. The old factory on sunset boulevard, there will be a package waiting for you there at 4:00. Don't be late xx
I had to go. There was no way I was going to let someone hurt Harry or me for that matter.
I cared about him too much already.
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Fanfiction"Leah we can't be together," Harry whispered looking into my eyes. "Why not?" Tears were threatening to spill now. All I wanted was to wake up, for this to be a dream. Harry's eyes darkened, "I'm not good for you Leah."
