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The truth?

Some days later after that incident Harry wasn't even talking to me. It was like I was invisible for him or something. I tried to get him to say something to me but nothing came out of his mouth. I was getting frustrated. As the days were passing by and spring came at last, he started being okay again. He wasn't having a real conversation with me but he wasn't acting like I didn't exist anymore. I was still wondering what was going on with him and I tried hard to make him tell me or at least get over whatever problem he had with me. So one day I decided that the next time I saw him I was going to confront him. 

A Saturday night, when everyone else was gone, I saw him laying next to the pool with his eyes closed and I did the same. At first, even though I was sure he realized I was there but he did not open his eyes. I stayed there in silence watching his flawless face. I needed to touch his face but I knew he wasn't going to take that well so I did nothing. After some minutes, he quickly stood up from the ground and looked down at me.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly. What did I wanted? I felt confused for a little while. Oh yes.

"I want to know what's wrong with you? If you have a problem with me, tell me." I said calmly and firmly when I stood up from the ground too. I wanted to know, I needed to know. 

"Nothing's wrong with me. Do you really wanna know what's my problem with you? Because I do have one or few." he asked getting closer to me. I felt a little afraid but shook it away.

"Yes. Tell me." I said firmly again.

"I don't like you at all. In fact I hate you. I hate your eyes, your nose, your lips, your voice, everything. I can't stand being in the same room with you." he said making my heart hurt, breaking into pieces. I tried not to let him see that. I pushed his chest with all my power, something he did not expect, and pushed him into the pool. I smirked watching him fall but when I was about to leave proudly, he grabbed my foot and pulled  me inside too.

The water was surprisingly warm but that wasn't what I cared about. He pulled me in too. How could he? He said those things to me and then pulled me in? He was a monster. I was so mad at him and when I was at the surface of the pool I threw him as much water as I could.

"You know I'm already wet and you do nothing bad to me right now, right?" he asked raising an eyebrow. I was so mad at him and so hurt that I didn't want to see him any more so I quickly got out of the pool and walked towards the house as fast as I could.

I went running to my room when I was inside the house. I locked the door and the fell to the floor. The tears finally streamed down my already wet face. My heart could not take this. How could he do this to me? How could he hate me like that? What have I ever done to him? And why am I still want to be with him after that? Why do I still love him? Yes, I said it. I love him. And he hates me. Can this be even worse? What am I supposed to do now, huh?

So many questions but so few answers. I stood up from the floor and went to the bathroom to dry myself. After some minutes, when I was done, I curled into a ball on my bed and cried, not that I stopped. 

I couldn't sleep at all. Whenever I watched the clock, hours had passed. I first watched it at twelve, then at four and the last time before I finally fell I sleep was at seven in the morning. 

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I eventually woke up at four in the afternoon. I opened my eyes with difficulty. I was surprised no one tried to wake me up earlier. Didn't they care about me at all? I was really depressed and thought like that but I knew they cared, at least most of them. I stood up and after making myself look decent, I went downstairs. 

"Good Morning." I said as I saw them gathered downstairs. I forced a smile. No one was allowed to know that I was hurt, especially the one who caused this. They all greeted me in their own way. Harry just looked at me coldly but I thought I saw his eyes a bit worried about me. No you can't think that! I said to myself. It was probably my love for him that blinded me. He could not care about me. After what he said last night, he wasn't allowed to care about me!

I quietly ate something and went upstairs to my room again. No one asked me why I slept till then. I closed my door and let my tears run from my eyes again. Why did this have to be so painful? I can't take this, knowing he hates me. Maybe I should stop bothering him and being a burden. With his statement yesterday, he made it clear he didn't want me to be near him. Why should I anyway? Why should I want to be next to someone that made me feel like this anyway? Why should I want to be next to the one I love even though he treats me so badly? I need to figure this out. 

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A/N: 

Here's the next part of this story. It isn't long but because I was too late to upload anything I thought I owed you something.

Also, I didn't edit this yet so it might have a few mistakes.

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