Arabelle

[42]Deeply

Harry's Pov

Arabelle had absolutely no idea how much Harry deeply loved and cherished her. He loved the way her smile could light up the gloomy world when she was at her happiest moods. He just adored it. He would never actually openly admit to this - he's too locked it.

After Arabelle and I's, get together... We headed back to the kitchen. It was a somewhat lighter mood. Probably just the way I feel. I'm just so overjoyed that Arabelle finally gave in to me. A large smile spread across my face as I replayed the moments I had just encountered with the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

I kept thinking that one day Arabelle will leave me. I couldn't help it.

"Hey, Harry!" Niall called to me, his hands waving in front of my face. My gaze snapped up to him. "What?" I said slightly annoyed that he had just interrupted my deep thoughts about Arabelle.

"Just saying, but Max just woke up" He informed me.

I froze in my spot. Max.

Arabelle.

Gemma.

Crap.

I bounced out of the comfy brown chair and speed walked to the room in which we were holding my him. I sincerely wish is never met/found him.

He lay on a soft mattress in a light blue room. It had intricate pictures with beautiful colours which went perfectly with the room. I could, however, never could put my finger on what they were actually meant to be.

I suppose of never really studied them for this long though, I had a mixed feeling of love/hate for this particular room. It has a haunting past behind these colourful walls...

I walked over to where Max lay on the bed, he had a few bandages on from where Arabelle had hurt him.

The act was so out of character for the mood she was in on that day.nit was so sudden I'm what I was confused about was where all that anger and hate towards him suddenly came from.

"I want you to leave" i said simply enough for the dim whit to understand.

"What?" He choked out. His attention was suddenly all turned and focused on me.

"You heard me, I want you to leave when your better. You can't have..." I began.

"Have what? Why not brother? Why can't I have what I desire when you sit here all wealthy and acting rich In this massive mansion while I rot in a cabin somewhere. Now you actually have the guts to go tell me to leave, I'm your own family" he shouted, well, as loud as he could which I didn't seem to be able to call it shouting after you've heard mine sometimes.

"Your not family to me. Especially when you just prance in here and ask for something like that" I spat.

He turned his head and sighed, his nostrils flaring.

"It's not that bad" he said, his voice suddenly softer.

"Not bad? Not bad?!" I yelled. This man is a lunatic and nothing but a waste of life.

"Don't shout everyone will hear" he whisper/shouted at me.

"I don't care, let them hear. They deserve it."

He shook his head and let out a deep throaty chuckle, shouting curse word obviously directed at me.

I don't care, I never cared.

Nor will I ever.

Hey I know it's short and late I've been really busy, christenings, sleepovers.

On the last chapter I didn't mean to sound stalker by asking that question. I was just genially curious about who was reading haha:)

Question:

Who's your favourite character?

Thanks xx

- Abby