I just stared blankly at the screen, looking at the messages. He didn't know I was here. He didn't know I passed by. He didn't know I was even coming. I didn't tell him. I didn't want him to know either.
Well I didn't know he actually left. He was with her, that nasty bitch, who was utterly jealous of our relationship. I laid on his bed thinking of what to do. I don't even know what to think. I scrolled at his messages again.
"I love you."
"But what about her?"
"Don't even bother."
"Isn't this cheating?"
"Not unless she knows."
"Do you love her?"
"Do you love me?"
"Harry that's not the answer. What you're doing is wrong."
"Meet me today."
"Where?"
"I'll call you."
I don't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't sad nor crying. I was angry of course, furious. They've been out since 10AM and now it's 4PM. What the hell did they do? They probably fucked.
I heard the front door open.
Shit.
That's what popped out in my mind. I don't know why I was nervous. I heard loud footsteps; only loud footsteps. He was alone. I didn't hear any talking or giggling. Then the steps soon came closer and closer.
I sat up and grabbed his phone waiting for him to come in his room. It sorta took a while but at least he entered.
"Moira?" he was surprised.
We stared at eachother quite long but I cut to the chase. I threw his phone at him. Lucky it didn't hit him. I wanted him to be mad(?) or maybe scared. I don't know.
"What the hell?!" he yelled. He looked at what came to him. "Was that my phone?!"
"I think." I scratched my head.
"Ya think?!" he groaned. "What the fuck Moira?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! That was my phone!"
"What the fuck? Youy're asking me what the fuck is wrong with me?" I stood up. "Ask yourself."
"What do you mean babe?" he came closer.
I don't know what got into me but as he came closer I punched him and my ring probably hit him way to hard which caused a wound at his cheekbone area. It was bleeding.
"What did you do that for?!" he held his face and he saw blood from his finger.
"Stop acting so innocent Harry god damn it!' I yelled.
"If this is about Carissa, let me explain,"
"What do you need to explain?!" I clenched my fists and started to hit him.
He blocked himself with his arms to shield himself. I was shouting at him with God knows what words were. Then he had enough. He grabbed my hands and yelled.
