Underneath My Skin

Ch. 25

- When your put into a difficult situation, sometimes it best to just walk away.

After about five minutes of me continually pounding on the door, it swings open. Harry stands in the doorway with nothing but basketball shorts on. His hair is a mess and his eyes are bloodshot.

"Are you drunk?" I ask rudely.

He scoffs. "No I'm not. What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get up here?"

Yep he's not drunk. He's nice to me when he's drunk. I throw my bag inside and push him. He stumbles backwards. I close the door and lock it. When I turn around he's looking at me with wide eyes.

"Why are you here Briella?" he snaps.

My blood starts to boil. Why the fuck am I even here? He didnt let me explain myself, he called me a whore, he was rude to Zayn, and he came to my apartment completely shit faced. Fuck him. Tears fall from my eyes, and it gets harder for me to breath. He takes a few steps closer to me but I push him back again. His nostrils flare and he balls his fists.

"Why the fuck are you here?" he yells.

He's cheeks are turning red and I can feel the anger radiating off of him. This only fuels my anger. He takes a few steps towards me but I push him again.

"Fuck you, you stupid son of a bitch!" I yell.

He takes steps towards me but I push him again.

"You're a fucking coward!" My voice is croaky and hoarse from crying.

"I am not a coward!" he yells.

"Yes the fuck you are! You don't want me to fall in love with Zayn because You're too fucking scared to fall in love with someone! You want me to be miserable, just like you, all because we lost the people we love!" I scream to the top of my lungs.

He looks at me like I've grown five heads.

"That's What you think? That's why you think I don't want you to fall in love with him?!" he yells.

I nod my head. He frowns.

"That's not why! The reason is-"

"Yeah I know! I don't know the real Zayn! I get it!"

His nostrils flare. "You're supposed to be at Zayn's."

"You're right. I'll go back," I snap.

I turn and quickly head for the door. Hardy yanks my wrist and spins me around. He pushes me you against the door and pins me to it with his body. My mouth goes dry.

"Why. Are. You. Here." He says slowly.

I take a deep breath. "I can't sleep without having a nightmare." I whisper.

His eyes soften and h backs away from me. He turns and walks up the stairs. I follow him up to his room and excuse my self to the bathroom. Large curtains blowing catches my eye. I open the curtains and there's a balcony. I gasp. I've never noticed it before. What does this mean?

I flush the toilet and cut the sink off so it sounds like I've just used the bathroom. I hurry out and Harry is already in bed.

"Get a shirt out of the second drawer." he says while pointing at the dresser.

He must know that I'm wearing Zayn's shirt. I pull my skirt off and pull Zayn's shirt over my head. I walk over to the drawer and pull out a big T shirt.

"Don't put it on yet." He demands.

I hear him get up from the bed. The closer he gets to me, the faster my heart beats. I feel his cold finger tips trace the words inked on my shoulder blade.