Quiet is Violent

Chapter Twenty Five

Harry insisted I wear his jacket outside, and I was sincerely shocked when he let me hold his hand. Holding hands with Louis used to be my favorite thing in the entire world, and sharing that with Harry made me feel amazing.

"Where are we going?" I asked Harry, my teethe lightly chattering in the nippy weather.

"Almost there," Harry promised, smiling at me. I loved how we were, it almost took away my thoughts on how closed off he is from everyone, or how he doesn't tell me anything, even the fact that he can be so rude and mean sometimes. Right now the only hung that surrounded me was good Harry. I liked him that way.

Soon enough, we approached a building, where Harry released my hand and began climbing up stairs. I held my breath but followed Harry carefully I was cautious to nail every step perfectly. They were small stairs, like a ladder but thinner and there were more. We climed for what seemed like hours, until Harry reached the roof, and he pulled my up on top with him.

"Wow," I whispered and Harry wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in front of himself. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I turned lightly, kissing his cheek.

Harry and I overlooked the city of Boston. I could see all of the lights shining bright on the clear evening, looking into Harry's beautiful green eyes, I could see the little sparkle of the building lights in his eyes. I was speechless.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his thick accent murmuring in my ear. I nodded, unable to keep my eyes off of it. "It always reminded me of New York at this angle," he explained, and I could definitely see the resemblance now that he mentioned it.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I whispered and be kissed my cheek once more.

"Only for you," he spoke softly, and my heart skipped a beat. Was I the only girl... The only person he's brought up here?

It was silent for a while, until I decided on breaking it. "What do you want to do after college?"

Harry's eyes set in a cold manor, still looking over the city. We moved to sitting, I was awkwardly sitting in his lap, but we were both comfy.

"Harry, I don't see why you can't say it," I placed carefully and his eyes flickered with that same light. He wanted to say something, but he wouldn't let himself.

"I already have a full time job, I just need to graduate," Harry said and somehow I didn't see that coming.

"You have a job?"

His eyes filled with annoyance. "Yeah."

"Where?"

"It's nothing big, just some stupid company," he said and I sat up, facing him.

"Nothing big?"

"Kate.."

"What kind of company?"

"I write."

"That's so-"

"Stop talking about it."

I gave him my pouting face. "I want to know."

"I don't tell any of the girls I'm fucking with about this shit," he huffed and my eyes widened at his harsh words. I was just another girl.

"You mess around with a lot of girls, don't you?" I hysterically asked and he pushed his hair back.

"Yeah, I do," he turned his head.

"You're an idiot," I whispered and I started towards the stairs. I already knew this, why did I suddenly care?

"I'm the idiot? Natalie fucking warned you."

I stopped in my tracks. "Tell my why Natalie really doesn't want us seeing each other," I asked carefully, still not facing him.

"Because we fucked. A lot. I don't think your friend likes to share," he laughed.

"You're really a mean person!" I yell, turning around. My voice came hysterical, the tears were soon to follow.

"You fucking knew that!"

"This is sick."

"I'm late," he growled, pushing past me.

"Late?" I asked. "For what?!"

"Violet."

My heart snapped, I did have feelings for him. Those feelings didn't matter anymore.