He Is Broken. // H.S.

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~A/N~

holy chiz guys, i would first like to say i am soooooooooooo so sorry. i literally just got back from camp yesterday and i am extremely exhausted. but, here's an update!

it's not g8, but please no h8;)

again, i am so so so sorry for making you guys wait so long for this one chapter. so sorry, thanks for sticking around! until next time, which will be at the end of the chapter, lol!

bye! (for now)

~lindsey

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Everest's POV

I still stand frozen in front of the door, completely and utterly speechless. My body felt numb and my brain pounded even harder against my skull. The only possible feeling I could feel was pure and bitter anger and hatred.

God, if Leah hadn't called me, Harry wouldn't have seen it and left! Or maybe it's all my fault, maybe I should've gotten my phone myself instead of having Harry getting it for me! Dammit, why is Harry such a gentleman?

God, I'm so angry!

And why would she be calling me at this time!? At six-thirty-seven in the freaking morning! What could possibly be the problem now that she just had to call me at a time like this!? Like...

I feel like breaking something.

At the thought of it, I sprinted into my bedroom and grabbed the first thing I saw in arms reach of me-which is a small picture frame of New York City back in 1944-and threw it against my dresser since the floor is carpet-covered. I watched the glass break and shatter as the wooden frame fell on to the floor in defeat, the frame completely broken in half.

I stared at the broken frame for a minute or two then all of a sudden collapsed to my knees, burying my head into my hands and sobbing my eyes out until they were completely drenched in salty, wet tears.

God, I just admitted to myself that I am in love with him, and now he's gone. Or in his words, he wants to take a break. But the only question that eliminates the remaining questions that still float around in my head is: how long? How long until I can see him again?

I think about that question for a really long time, until suddenly, I heard a familiar sound coming from the kitchen, the sound practically ringing right against my ear.

The sound that caused this whole problem to begin with.

My phone ringing.

I angrily stand to my feet and storm back into the kitchen, gripping my phone in hand and answering it, already knowing who it's going to be. Only she would be calling me this early in the morning.

"WHAT DO YOU FREAKING WANT!?" I yell into my iPhone, anger clearly evident in my voice.

"Everest!" The sound of Leah's voice causes me to cringe and my anger to ignite in flames within me again. Not the good kind of flames like the ones Harry gave me when he pressed those soft and gentle kisses onto my shoulder. No. The kind of flames you feel when you purely hate someone so much that you just wanna mess around with until they beg for mercy. Those flames. "Do not answer me like that!" She let out a sigh of frustration. "Look, we'll talk about this later, but first of all, why haven't you been answering my phone calls!? I've been calling you for the past hour and-"

"I don't care!" I interrupt her. "What I would like to know is why are calling me at six-forty in the freaking morning, Leah!?" I honestly don't care how rude I sound at the moment. But then I feel this minuscule droplet of guilt stream through me, even though I am extremely enraged with her. Luckily, it dries up quickly. I'm still beyond mad at her.