''Are you deaf?'' he spits, his tone harsh. His eyes avoid mine as he opens the door wider. ''Get the hell out of my room!''
I freeze. Why is it so hard for me to say anything when he's around? I'm usually not shy and can easily speak my mind if I have to. But when Harry's present, I seem to lose all the confidence, it's like my brain disconnects from my mouth, and they no longer work together.
''You live in a fraternity?'' I blurt out the first thing that comes in my mind, as the connection to my mouth is finally restored.
Finally, he looks down at me. He's way higher than I am. Only now I notice, what a beautiful green his eyes actually are. His eyes are somewhat harsh and stern, but at the same time like molten jade. Long eye lashes are connected to his lid, plump, pink lips lightly parted.
There is no longer any blood on his face, he looks way better than Finn probably does. Which actually makes me angry, and I probably would've cuss him out of something, but it would just be a waste of time.
How can be someone so unfriendly and rude, be so beautiful at the same time? His eyebrow stud would probably ruin his hole, flawless face, but they somehow make the green of his eyes even more vivid. It just completes everything.
He shrugs, completely uninterested. ''Yes. Why do you care Amelia?" He asks, emphasizing my full name. He steps even closer, making me feel cornered.
''Stop calling me Amelia.''
I pull a grimace at the use of it. He smirks lightly as he sees my reaction. ''That's your name now isn't it?''
Yeah, but how do you know?
''I need to find a girl...'' I begin but am cut off.
''Good for you, then go and find one.''
I shake my head. ''No, she was here, in your room. Niall told me to bring her here, because she was drunk, and now she's gone!''
He sighs, obviously annoyed. ''I don't fucking care, leave.''
''Isn't this your room?''
''Yes and that is exactly why you need to get fuck out,'' his nostrils slightly flatter and he runs a hand through his hair, the tattoos under his arm visible. I frown slightly, as I make out a rose tattoo. I never have expected that he would have a rose tattoo. Although, I did not spend much time looking at every single one. I notice more tattoos peeking out of the collar of his black shirt.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I need to focus, he's distracting me. As if he's able to read my thoughts a smirk spreads on his plump lips. I lightly shake my head, hoping to getting rid of the picture of his lips from my mind.
I don't even know why I'm not scared off him, he did hit Finn really bad. Well, I actually should've called the police and have Finn be taken into a hospital. This is such a weird night.
Instead of doing all of these things, I'm in this room, talking to the boy who causes half of my problems tonight. And I still cannot seem to just run off. If he would just help me. Heather was in his room after all. I need to at least try.
I step forward so that I do not have to scream over the loud music, which is still blasting through the whole house. I try to ignore the fact that we're almost face to face. ''I need to find her so I can bring her home!''
Imagines of her being hurt run through my mind. What if someone came in here while she was sleeping?
''You do not expect me to help you, right?'' he almost laughs at me. Can't he stop doing that? I already feel enough uncomfortable. ''I just kicked your boyfriend's ass.''
I sharply intake my breath. How can anyone even stand around a douchebag like he is? ''First of all he's not my boyfriend!'' I clarify. ''And second you're damn lucky I do not call the police on you! You almost killed him! How can you be proud of that?''
He shrugs again, his expression an unreadable mask. ''Who said I'm proud? I just don't care,'' he tells me before leaning a little in so he's closer to me. It was such a small gesture, that if my breathing didn't increase, I wouldn't have noticed.
''And I also don't care about your damn friend.''
''Look Niall told me to bring her here, before you attacked my best friend and now she's gone!''
With every second passing I feel the weight on my chest increase. This is no use, he won't help me. I don't know why I even hoped he would.
I need to get out of here, because either I stay and slap him across the face or start crying. Maybe I could first slap him and then cry? I mean how can someone be so uninterested and unfriendly? He could've at least offered me to help as a compensation for beating up Finn like that.
''Be honest, why don't you like me? ''
My subconscious almost falls off her chair. Harry's jaw drops slightly at my question, blinking a few times.
''What?''
Now there is no going back. ''I asked why you do not like me...''
''Yeah, I heard you the first time,'' he takes his lip ring between his teeth. I wonder if that must have hurt. I remember when I pierced my ears it turned red for two hole days. ''I just do not like people in general.''
He rolls his eyes in a somewhat rude manner.
"You don't even know me, and you're nothing but rude! I didn't do anything to you!" I almost scream, a lump forming in my throat. Unfortunately I happen to be an easy crier, which makes it harder for me to scream when I argue. I would break down in tears immediately. I hate that.
"You cannot know that," he whispers, and I'm almost positive I heard wrong, if his face expression hadn't... changed.
I look up into his eyes and for one single moment, I swear, the harshness of his eyes were replaced by softness before they become hard again. ''The others are downstairs. They'll help you,'' he tells me, his tone soft.
I sigh deeply, going out the door, but turning around one last time. Looking him straight into the eyes I say,
''Nice bookshelf you got there. Looks just like mine.''
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