"Do you always stare at people you don't know?" Harry asked, making his way over to the counter, leaning against it.
"I'm not starring at you," I lie. He was probably the most attractive guy I've ever laid eyes on.
"I was starring at you," he smirked.
"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling insecure. I used my hands to fix the band of my yoga pants.
"I'm sure every other guy was starring at you today as well." Harry took another drink of his water bottle as his eyes focused on my body. I felt his emerald eyes all over me. He was getting more intimidating as each second passed.
"I don't appreciate you looking at me like that." I walked passed him and made my way into my bedroom. I could still feel his lingering eyes on me as I left the room.
I walked into my bedroom, not even bothering to close the door. I would still be hearing Whitney and Spencer scream out their problems whether my door was closed or not.
"You know, it's actually so rude to leave guests like that." Harry flashed his award winning grin, leaning into my doorframe.
I didn't answer him, instead I pried into my bag to try and find my phone. I must've left it out in my car.
"Excuse me," I move past him again and grab my keys off the counter.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his accent seeming thicker with each syllable.
"To my car," I answered him.
He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on. It was bothering me how at home he was making himself. I rolled my eyes and walked to my car. The sun was slowly setting and pink was fading into the parking garage. I searched my car, finally gripping ahold of my phone. I shut the door, locked the car, and jogged back upstairs.
To my horror, I found Cameron and Harry starring at each other as I opened the door to my apartment. God knows what they were talking about.
"Cameron?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Maddie. I just came over to drop off a couple of your things." I could see sadness in Cameron's soft features.
"Did you put them in my room?" Seeing Cameron face to face made me miss him more.
"I did." He replied cooly.
I could feel distance between us. "Is something wrong?"
He looked over at Harry and shook his head. "You're a fucking bitch. You leave me for him?"
I was taken back. Did he really just say what I think he said? And did he really just call me a bitch? He's never acted like this before.
I saw Harry jump up out of the corner of my eye. "Don't fucking talk to her like that." he stepped in between Cameron and I.
Cameron started to open his mouth to speak but Harry rose his fist and punched him, making him fall backwards on the floor. He got down and threw a couple more punches; Cameron's face was covered in blood.
"Harry! Stop!" I yelled. The commotion caused Spencer and Whitney to come out. Spencer ran over and pulled Harry off of Cameron.
"Harry, what the fuck?" Spencer yelled.
Cameron rose to his feet and stumbled out of the apartment while yelling fuck you to us.
"He fucking started it. He provoked me." Harry leaned onto the back of the couch, like he didn't just beat the shit out of Cameron.
"You almost fucking killed him, man."
Harry grinned, "and now he knows not to fuck with me."
Spencer just shook his head, at a lose for words. I'm sure he's used to Harry's temper by now.
"We're leaving now, yeah?" Harry washed his knuckles off in the sink and wrapped a towel over his right hand.
"Yeah, just let me say goodbye to Whitney," Spencer said as Whitney dragged him back in her room. I'm gonna assume they're back together. I should've known.
"Why did you do that for me?" I asked him, my breathing racing.
Harry looked up at the ceiling, as if in deep thought. "I didn't do it for you."
Oh? That stung. "Oh, okay."
"I mean, I didn't do all of it for you." He corrected himself after hearing the melancholy laced in my voice.
"Of course." I smiled at him. Why would he beat Cameron's ass for me? All he did was call me a bitch. It's not like Cameron hit me. It felt like he hit me, but he didn't.
I stood near the wall as Harry stood near the sink. Neither one of us saying a word. He looks as if he's concentrating on a thought, or memories of some sort. I wonder if I'll ever get to know him.
"Alright Haz, ready?" Spencer walked out of Whitney's room with a stupid grin on his face.
"Yup." Harry replied with no emotion. Is he bipolar? He has terrible mood swings.
Harry looked at me intently as he exited the apartment, though not saying a single word to me. The door shut and I was left alone with my thoughts and details about Spencer from Whitney for the rest of the night.
