Quiet is Violent

Chapter Thirty Eight

Walking up to the bonfire was interesting, it was extremely relaxing as was the last, and it was nice to not worry about Harry being obnoxious, or anyone for that matter.

Harry didn't hold my hand, I figured I'd ruin his bad ass reputation, but I did notice how extremely close he kept me to him. It was like he could lose me in an instant if we parted the slightest move.

"Where should we sit?" I asked, scanning the several empty seats around. Most people were behind or around the seats, socializing. It was a large space, I would want to be like that as well, if it weren't for Harry being the way he is. I didn't want to push my luck.

Harry didn't answer verbally, he just groaned. I smile to myself, that would be his response. "How about here?" I ask, taking a seat a while down from a few girls that were chit chatting. I was slightly jealous, wishing that I was them.

"This is worse than I thought," Harry mumbled and I frowned. It was kind of dumb how he asked me to go, and now he's just being a complainer.

"Oh," is all I say. He suddenly looks apologetic, his eyes searching my face.

"But I'm here.. With you, that's all I want," he smiled, his dimples shining bright in the glow of the fire. I couldn't help but smile. Harry took a deep breath and leaned back a bit, adjusting himself. "How did your week go?" He asked, trying to make small conversation I suppose.

"Nothing exciting. Just school stuff," I reply, my tone dull. I was honest, there was nothing that could possibly make my week sound fun without lying. I smiled, almost laughing at my lack of a social life. "What were you up to? You weren't in class."

Harry's pupils dilated for a split second before shaking his head. "I was just taking care of some stuff, nothing too much." He shifted in his chair, obviously there was something he wasn't mentioning.

I nodded, still skeptical. "Nothing too much. Hmm," I hummed, and Harry smiled, reaching for a loose strand of my hair. I watched his finger carefully take the piece and twirl it around his long finger tips. I noticed his gentle gesture, it made it seem as if he could never possibly have a dark side.

But everyone has a dark side.

"Nah, not too much," he grinned, leaning closer to me. "Were surrounded by nerds," he whispered and I felt offended by his words. Besides my main friends in school, Natalie, Liam, and Louis, I hung out with people similar to these guys. I was in love with their personalities.

I laughed softly. "Harry, I promise they are really nice people." He laughed just as I did, proving that he didn't buy that for a second. His eyes were inches from mine, taking over my whole entire body in one glance.

Before Harry could speak, a loud laugh broke on from behind. I jumped back, alarmed by the noise. Foolish me, it was only Luke and Violet. That was mental sarcasm to myself, why were they together?

"Thought you were never going back with her again? Changed your mind so quickly?" Violet laughed, dragging two chairs across from where Harry and I were seating. She was wearing fishnets, high heels, and a skimpy skirt with some puffy black coat 3 sizes too large on herself. I almost laughed at the disgust I got from looking at her. The tattoos and piercings were taken to a whole new level on Violet, worse than I could ever deal with. My father would kill me if I were his son and brought home a girl like her. He'd literally send me to the guillotine.

Luke plopped down to the chair across from me, moving it a little closer. I wanted to lean onto Harry, but glancing over at him, he spaced his chair out to match with violets, not mine. I felt my heart sink, but I wasn't giving up yet.

There had to be more to Harry and I than jealously and arguing.

"So you're living all alone now? That sucks," Violet laughed and I shrugged.

"Well, if it weren't for you than I would have my roommate back," I smirked and she was quiet for a moment, sucking in her cheeks awkwardly. Luke and Harry both looked like deer in headlights.

"Excuse me, but what?" She asked in a bitchy tone. I snorted.

"Do you have selective hearing? or what? You know what I said, it's your fault," I clarified. Now Harry even looked a little but worried. i swallowed hard, still feeling confident but I didn't know how long it would last.

"You don't fucking know me," she raised her voice, already losing my attention. What did "knowing her" have to do with ME not having a roommate.

"Whatever," I cut her off, sending her eyelids to fling wide open.

"Bitch!" She screamed, launching out of her chair at me. I gasped, instantly falling once her body hit mine. She had me on the cement, slapping me and pulling my hair. Fight back. I reach for her neck, hoping to get her to stop touching me, but all I feel is my head being pounded against the floor.

Luke pulled Violet off of me, and he pulled me up next, holding me still until I caught my balance.

"I'm so sorry Katie," Luke whispered, pulling me into a hug. I watched Harry standing a few feet away cringe, making me feel the least bit satisfied. I entirely blamed him for what happened, it's his fault for not getting her off of me faster.

Not to mention he didn't even help me correct her on the rude remarks she was saying.

"I'm taking Violet back, I'll call you," Luke promised, pulling back. I gave him a small smile and nodded.

"Thanks," I say again and his only reaction is a nod as he turns away. I watch him walk back, until his body is only a mere shadow. I turn towards Harry and I already see the anger in his face. Suddenly I feel my knees wobbling. The tears came falling out of my eyes quicker than I predicted, leaving me standing alone, crying. I was sure people saw Violet jump on me, and now crying is just an addition.

I covered my face, and sniffled, gaining the hope of a 6 year old hat covering my face would make me hidden to the world. I wish it was true.

I felt arms around my shoulders, and I held still for another second before taking my hands off revealing Harry.

"Don't touch me," I echoed in a small voice. He let his arm dangle, making my eyes open wide at his ability to listen to at least one of my "commands." I began walking, no longer wanting to be outside of my dorm.

"I don't understand why you let him fucking hug you like that," Harry scolded me and I stopped walking, placing my heel on the ground and turning to Harry.

"You just sat there!"

Harry pushed his hair back, tapping his foot loud enough to where I could keep a steady beat with the small taps against my thigh of my freezing fingers.

"This happens every time.. a Every time," I repeated, turning away from him. "Maybe you really should leave me alone," I decide, walking off like the confident woman I now was going to be.

Or wanted to be, on the inside - my heart was aching for Harry Styles.