Dark and Dangerous

Protective

Harry's POV

Gemma noticed that something was wrong, but I've avoided any questioning. I really am just not in the mood for her protective sister instincts. today hasn't been so bad, surprisingly. I guess it could be because I haven't seen Gemma since she went to college.

"Harry, aren't you and Demi back together?" Gemma squealed.

Oh shit. well, If I lie I can use this to my advantage. if I tell her what happened then she will go and severely injure demi. instead of doing the logical thing, I nodded.

"I got her pregnant too," I winked.

"That's disturbing," Gemma cringed.

"Not really, it's a normal to fuck people, you wouldn't know that, though," I laughed.

Gemma punched me in the arm after shooting me a murderous glare. I laughed and decided to get in he shower. I've been so sad, stressed, and lonely these past few days, but I actually think I may go out and do something today. Once I was finished washing myself, I got dressed. I went downstairs and saw Gemma talking on the phone. She hung up and jumped when she saw me.

"Harry, I want to see Demi, I haven't talked or seen her in so long," Gemma squealed.

"Erm, she's been sick lately," I lied.

"Nonsense, I just talked to her. she said she'd love to see me," she countered. "you have to come with me."

I ran my hand through my hair, this isn't going to end well for me. Gemma and I ended up going to Starbucks, I tried to stall her as much as possible. we were at Starbucks for three hours then we got swarmed by fans, so that was another two hours. by the time we got out of the bloody place, it was three o'clock.

"Okay, now that we are out of that mess, we have to see Demi," Gemma stated sternly.

I drove to Demi's house and waited for the worst. Gemma knocked on the door. Demi opened the door revealing her enormous stomach. She smiled at Gemma, giving her a hug. when she saw me, she smiled, which was very odd, because she was absolutely pissed a week or so ago. maybe she just needed some time to herself?

"Come in," she said with her arm around my sister.

"Okay, I've got to finish cooking, Harry, can you help me out, please?" Demi asked.

I nodded, following her into the kitchen. once I was in the kitchen, Demi grabbed me by the collar and kissed me. what the fuck. I don't how to react to this. she dumped me and put me through hell this entire week, and she kisses me. I don't know if I should be angry or glad. I'm actually kind of pissed. that's more shitty than some of the stuff that I've done. I pushed her off of me and glared.

"Demi, what the hell are you doing?" I asked.

She had the most confused expression on her face. I walked out of the kitchen and sat with Gemma, shaking my head.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You know, pregnant women and their mood swings," I stated in a cold tone.

Demi's POV

Harry pushed me away when I kissed him. he didn't even really react, he just shoved me off and walked away. I stood by the doorway to the kitchen, listening to Harry talk to his sister.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You know, pregnant women and their mood swings," Harry stated. ouch.

That made me quite angry. I stomped out of the kitchen glaring at Harry. now I'm pissed.

"Mood swings?" I shouted, "how much more of a cock could you possibly be, you're being fucking ridiculous."

"I'm being ridiculous?" Harry scoffed, "I didn't dump you, put you through hell, then invite you to dinner and try to act like nothing happened, you ungrateful bitch."

I went back into the kitchen, sitting on the island, and cried. I don't understand. I guess that I did out him through hell by dumping him without explanation. ungrateful bitch, I am an ungrateful bitch. I pulled up my sleeves and looked at my scars from Christmas. we keep going through this same pattern. we get in fights, fuck, and all is forgiven, until another issue comes into play.

Gemma walked into the kitchen with a deadly glare on her face. well, I'm most likely going to die.