Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 50

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I don't know how much time has passed, but it feels like it's been years. Tears still wet my cheeks as I face the window, my mind too full of thoughts to let me catch even a minute of sleep.

I can't stop thinking about Harry, and our fight. The more I think about it, the more I feel bad. I didn't need to yell at him like that, I know he's just trying to help me. I was tired and overwhelmed with the whole situation, so I lashed out a bit irrationally.

But on the other hand, it's also frustrating knowing that he doesn't think he's done anything wrong. I just wish he'd tell me what he's doing before he makes decisions for me, especially when it has to do with my own work. I get it if he wants to work out the lawyer and investigation stuff, and I appreciate that, but I mean, work is my thing. I should be able to call Dev or Lily and ask for some time off, depending how I'm feeling. And don't get me wrong, I love how proactive he is in making sure I'm safe and happy, but I just feel like I have no control over this whole situation.

I become more and more sick to my stomach as I continue to think about it, making me shiver a little. Even with all of these blankets, I still feel so cold and unwanted.

Harry's tone of voice while he spoke to me was terrifying. Not because I was scared of him or anything, but because it was so cold and cruel sounding, like he didn't care. It didn't sound like my Harry, it was anything but that. It wasn't sweet, thoughtful, concerned, none of that. It was mean.

I've never seen Harry like that. I've always thought he wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone me? Why would he have been that way then? I get he was frustrated, but the way he said "I'm going to bed," in such a cold voice, without trying to make up or anything. It hurt like a ton of bricks to the face.

I feel more salty tears escape from my eyes, and myself start to shake. I don't want Harry to wake up from me crying, that would honestly make everything so much worse. Who knows, he could get mad at that as well.

Before I know it, I'm on my feet and walking towards the door. I bring my blanket with me, looking back once to see Harry with his eyes closed, asleep. He looks peaceful, like he's getting plenty of rest. Must be nice.

I don't know where I was planning to go, so I walk into Harry's guest bedroom, crawling underneath the covers. The sheets are icy, making me shiver. I've never been in this room for more than 2 minutes, and it's especially weird to be in here while it's pitch black and while I'm all alone.

I don't like being in here, but frankly, I have no other option. It doesn't smell as much like Harry, and the room is boring and perfect at the same time. There's no clothes on the floor anywhere, there's no rings sitting on the nightstand, but instead dust collecting on the wooden furniture. The TV remains untouched, probably only used by my parents and his, if they've ever even been here.

It has a different view of the city, which I stare at for a while, trying to calm myself down. I feel myself begin to cry some more as I think about Harry. I don't know whether it's because I miss him, or I feel sorry, but either way I'm too upset to even think.

As I'm wallowing in my sadness, I hear the door open, followed by some foot steps. I'm met by Harry's soft voice, shushing me as I sob into my favorite blanket. I hope I didn't wake him up.