Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven- I can't shake this feeling

-Noelle's POV-

A tear slipped down my cheek and I cursed myself for it. Why did Harry keep making me cry? I wasn't the type of person to cry, and I'd made that pretty fucking clear over the last few years. I absolutely hated crying. It was pointless. Crying did not make me any less upset about anything. I figured that out when my family first died... I had cried until my eyes stung and I had the worst kind of headache. The one that you get from crying too hard, but you can't stop crying so the headache doesn't go away.

I turned Harry's words over and over in my head as j walked slowly down to the river. There were too many feelings coursing through me, and I couldn't handle it. I yearned for the icy water to make my feet go numb. But I stopped on the rocky banks of the water. I didn't sit, I didn't untie my shoes. I had no idea why, but suddenly numb started to seem much less appealing.

I knew exactly what that meant. It had meant that Harry was completely right. Everything he said made perfect sense. God damn he knew me so well. He knew that he had to piss me off in order to get his point across. I hated him for it.

Then I got to the part where he said that he cared about me. I hadn't wanted the cold water of the river to numb the warm feeling that the idea of Harry caring about me produced.

I took a few steps back towards the barn and slammed myself down onto the floor both forcefully and dramatically. This whole situation seemed far to dramatic for me. Words were meagre things that almost always fell short, I tried to say to myself. What Harry just said to me was just words. Nothing of importance. I attempted to force that into my brain, which was a skill I had perfected in the last few years, but my brain knew it was bullshit.

I rested my face in my hands and sighed loudly. Then the most terrible thought crossed my mind, if Harry had never come to see me this would not even be happening.

It was a terrible thing to think mostly because Harry coming here was the best thing that had happened in my life, and I was being an ungrateful bitch. Then again, I usually was exactly that. But I never wanted to be that in the case of Harry.

-Harry's POV-

I walked back into the house, again with my hands shoved into my pockets. I had seriously considered walking out of the barn after Noelle and apologizing frantically to her, but I had watched her turn away from the river. That had to mean something, but I had no idea what. And I knew pretty damn well that I wasn't going to be figuring it out anytime soon.

I sat down at the kitchen table and rested my head on my arms. I was tired as hell since I'd been woken up at 430 am. I had just shut my eyes when Gregg strode up to the table and pulled out the chair next to mine. I groaned internally because of his arrival. I was in no mood for his sarcastic attitude.

"Tough night?" He asked, oddly cheerful.

"You're seemed a little tougher." I remarked.

"Oh so you woke up during all that. Well I guess you're not a clueless idiot so you probably caught on to why I went a little overboard." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah because it wasn't already blatantly obvious." I rolled my eyes and finally lifted my head up off the table.

"See that's what I thought. But Noelle hasn't really caught on. I mean I really like her. Maybe love her... I don't know. But I really thought we were getting somewhere. But it was all empty to her I guess." He said, sort of complaining. God he irritated me. He didn't have the capability to love Noelle. I mean he barely knew her for gods sake.