"Say my name," he whispered on the top of my lips while digging his fingers into my hips as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso.
"Harry," I uttered.
"You and I both know. That. Is. Not. My name," he said between the kisses that he...
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HARRY'S POV
She sat down with her hand cradled close to her chest. I could see so much pain in her eyes; from her hand, from me, from Nadia.
She was staring out the window looking over the city as the sun started to set. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed, her love for sunsets. She loved how the light looked on her skin, she loved the warmth of it, she loved the colors that were scattered about the sky like a paint stroke to a canvas. She adored it all. She called it golden hour. Because, to simply put, everything was devoured into pure golden light, and nothing could stop it.
Her love for it made me love it. I love how it made her glow even more than she already does, I love how it made me want to touch every part of her delicately, almost as if she was too pure for my touch. As if she, herself, were the golden light.
"Olivia"
"No" she whispered. "Stay in silence...nothing is said...no one is angry...no feelings...no sounds...nothing—everything is just silent. Just me and you"
I closed my mouth and leaned back watching her. She looked rejuvenated, more energized than when I first got in here. But still—she looked tired, she looked drained.
"I should go home" She prepared to stand but I shook my head. "Okay" she leaned back again and this time brought a knee up to her chest.
"I know she hurt you" she spoke up.
"How did you..."
"When you took your shirt off, I saw the gash in the mid of your stomach" she sighed.
"She didn't do that to me" I shrugged.
"We've been through hell and back, I know you like the back of my hand, and your really gonna tell me that she didn't do that?"
"Yes I am, because she didn't"
"You know" she chuckled with a bitter expression. "You've always been a pretty liar"
"I-i" I huffed. I bit my lip trying to contain what was next, but it was too late. "Why does it matter?" I blew up. "You weren't there when it happened, your never there, your never there when I need you! Why are you never there?! Your just- you're always leaving! Just stop fucking leaving me"
OLIVIA'S POV
"Harry, I-"
"Don't apologize" he cut me off wiping at his eyes and clenching his jaw.
"I wasn't" I scoffed.
"Then what are you gonna say?" He snapped again.
I stood feeling my eyes darken and anger rise. "I think you should leave, before I say and do something I'll further regret"
"I can't"
"Harry, I think you need to leave" my voice cracked as I tried my best to hold back tears of frustration and vexation. "I think you should go home"
"I can't go home!" He yelled. "I can't because I don't have a home! Wherever I am, it's not home with my kids or you! And it's pissing me off because I don't feel home in my own fucking house! I don't even feel fucking welcomed in my own house and it's because of you"
"Get out of my office" I whispered between clenched teeth.
HARRY'S POV
"You annoy the fuck outta me" I sighed. "I can't hear you when you whisper to your damn self!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE" she screamed with clenched eyes.
Tears started to stream freely as she tightened her grip on her hand.
Out of the years, I've never seen this anger. I've never seen this.
I looked at her with wide eyes. I've never seen this in her.
"I'm not-"
"I SAID GET OUT" she sobbed loudly.
"I'm not doing this again, I'll be back tomorrow"
"No" she spat in a sob. "Just leave"
I turned to go and grabbed the door handle. I listened to her soft sobs.
"I've done enough today, I don't have to be perfect. I forgive myself" she whispered over and over again forcefully, trying to make her self believe the words.
I've never seen this before. This much anger, this much desperation, this much hurt.
