Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[11] The Kiss

Sydney

My whole body freezes and my breathing takes a pause. I shut my eyes tightly and make a silent wish that Harry isn't actually behind me and I just imagined his voice. When I turn around slowly, I'm proven that wishes never come true. Harry is standing about five feet away from me and his face is contorted into nothing but anger. His face is changing into a light red colour and the veins in his neck are popped out ever so slightly. His breathing is ragged and his nostrils are flared, showing his obvious irritation. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, maybe Harry will take it easy on me and let this one go, thought the voice in the back of my head is telling me that is next to impossible; he doesn't just let things go.

"I said, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He screams in my face and takes fast and quick steps closer to me, stopping about a foot away.

I stay silent, not daring to answer his question because I'm literally frozen with fear. He takes a few deep breaths before moving even closer to me and leaning down close to my ear.

"I know what you were doing, I just want to hear you say it. Go on, admit it to me." He whispers and sets his hand on the bottom of my back, pulling me into his chest. His other hand goes up to my hair, tangling into it and pulling just a little. "Tell me." He whispers again.

"I- I was... I was-" I stop myself from saying anything else, the stutter too strong to continue.

"You were trying to leave, weren't you, Sydney?" He says menacingly into my hair. When I don't respond, he repeats himself. "Weren't you?" He yells loudly, causing me to flinch away from him.

He leans back away from me, letting go of my hair but keeping a firm grip on my hip. He looks over my face with hard features, examining my reaction.

"Yes." I say so quietly I can barely hear it.

"What was that?" He asks teasingly.

"Yes." I repeat myself.

"Say it louder!" He screeches.

"Yes, Harry, I was trying to leave! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry." I tell him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He looks down at me with the same amount of anger but his eyes soften for just a moment before they change back.

"You're not sorry you tried to do it, you're sorry you fucking got caught." He spits and yanks me through the hallway. Though I can't help but think that what he said is exactly the truth.

"Where are we going?" I struggle against his harsh grip on my wrist and try to wriggle myself free.

"You'll see." Is all he says as he continues to yank me through the house. A few seconds later, we come to a stop outside of the familiar door. He pushes it open and we are greeted by the same empty room he took me to last time. He throws me into the room and slams the door shut behind him. He gives me a scary smirk before moving so close to me a piece of paper couldn't even slide between us.

"I though that you would have learned since last time." He says quietly and shrugs to himself. "I thought I made it clear that you don't disobey me, that you don't try to escape."

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"No." He shakes his head. "No you're not."

"Yes, Harry, I am. I am so sorry." I plead to him.

"It's too late now, Sydney. Look what you have to make me do! You are making me hurt you! I don't want to hurt you, but you keep making me! This is your fault, baby girl, remember that." He says sternly yet softly all at the same time.