One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Eight - Talk

-Day 8 of 100-

Jane's POV

"Can we talk?" Harry's voice startled me.

"Gosh, Harry." I clutched my chest and chuckled nervously.

He kept a straight face as he lean on my door frame. What does he want now? It's been a day since the fight and everything was so awkward. I was so embarrassed to show my face to him at first because of the incident.

Bella was so bubbly while Harry and I was so glum. It was good she haven't been asking questions.

And for Harry, I'm not angry at him, I don't hold grudges.

"Uh, what about?" I bit my lip.

"I don't know," He shrugged.

"Are you kidding?" I almost choked on my own tongue. He wants to talk to me but he doesn't know what about. He's gotta be kidding.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He was annoyed now, his eyes shows it.

So I answered a no and he went inside my room and sat on the bean bag resting at the foot of my bed. I sit still, leaning on the soft pillows behind my back. Silence was slowly creeping in. Harry moved the bean bag from where it originally was and placed it almost in front of me. He sat back down and looked at his feet.

Why was he here? I wanted to ask, but I was scared. Scared that he might yell at me again. Scared that I'll cry because of it and my stupidity and scared that maybe my curiosity can affect him. So I decided to shut up and let him talk.

I sat there, holding my phone tightly, waiting for him to say something - anything. Didn't he come here to talk? Why wasn't he?

My tongue is itching to ask things I know I shouldn't. He needs to speak before I can ask millions of questions.

And finally, he spoke, "Nice room you got here." He looked around, his hands entwined with each other.

"Yeah." I mumbled. It's not like you haven't seen it, I wanted to say but I know it's best not to.

"Did you know that this is my mate's room?" What is this? History class?

"Bella might have mentioned it," I haven't looked at him yet.

He hummed indicating he agrees. This is so awkward and Bella obviously pushed Harry to talk to me. I have no idea how Bella knew about what happened yesterday, it was no big deal really.

Harry is still quiet. His eyes were closed and his lips were in a tight line. I know he is thinking. For the words to say? For insults to throw? I don't know.

While he wasn't talking, I pursed my lips and played with my phone. I was supposed to be talking to my mom right now but Harry came first and I don't want to be rude so I entertained him.

Minutes passed, no one still spoke. This is stupid.

Sighing, I broke the silence, "Harry, look. If this is what talking is to you, it's completely stupid." I tried to sound less bitchy. Alright, maybe I am a bit pissed.

But I shouldn't be pissed, right? I made him angry and he shouted at me. Letting out all the anger and annoyance he kept for a week.

"I-I.." He inhaled a sharp breath, "Fuck, I can't do this." He grunted and pulled his hair then stood up, walking out. But I stopped him.

"Wait." I muttered, "What is it?" I pushed.

"I can't." He grumbled.

"Harry," I said in a warning tone as if he'll be scared.