room 426 >> h.s

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"America?" Harry tried, following her inside the bedroom. She has been giving him the silent treatment ever since that twat left to 'take care' of his 'bloody stomach'. Fucker.

It hurt Harry that America didn't even let him explain. He looked over at her, only to turn back around since he doesn't want to freak her out and peep on her changing.

Harry sighed, running the palm of his hand over his face in frustration. He tried again, hoping she would answer him this time. "America? Can y- what are you doing?!" he knew exactly what she was doing, the suitcase full of clothes and undergarments gave it away.

She was leaving him.

"America! Please don't. Please!" he said, feeling tears in the corner of his eyes. He didn't want her to leave. Harry needed her. Needed.

"Harry! I don't want to live somewhere with someone not giving me privacy. I actually like Oscar. He is the sweetest person I have ever met in my life. What you did to him was so unacceptable. You're never going to be a human again Harry. I don't love you, and I won't fight any fucking demon. I'm leaving. I don't wanna live with a burden, who's a ghost."

Ouch.

Harry looked over at America, feeling anger and fury run through his veins. He just can't control his temper. He just can't.

"Leave. I don't care. You're the burden. Not me. I was here first. Fuck you America. I HOPE YOU DIE LIKE THE REST OF THE GIRLS I HAVE NEVER LOVED."

America stared at him in shock, her jaw slacking lightly. Harry saw tears build up in her beautiful, hazel eyes and quickly regreted what he said.

"America I-" he got cut off by a cheek spiltting slap. He held his burning cheek, moving his head to the right.

She zipped her bag up and walked out of the door, out of his life.

"America!" Harry shouted, but it was no use. She hates him now. He pushed her away.

But he loves her.

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