change- h.s.

33

Nerves shook through my body as I pulled into Harry's drive way.

I knew he was pissed, and he's never really been pissed at me.

"Fuck" I mumbled as I put my car in park, pulling the key out of the ignition.

I slowly walked up to his front door, opening it softly.

"Look who showed up" He rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch in just his jeans.

"There's an explanation" I said, timidly walking over to him.

"I thought you were done with him Emma? I mean the whole brownie thing, ring a bell?" He growled, his soft green eyes thick with anger.

"Harry" I breathed, looking down at him.

"Don't fucking "Harry" me, Emma" He growled once more.

"He just wanted to talk!" I tried to explain but he wasn't having it, his eyes did not change at all.

"Thats why you were all cuddled up with him huh?" He chuckled angrily, rolling his eyes.

"His girlfriend was right there!" I exclaimed, now getting angry at the fact that he wouldn't listen to me.

"Ever thought that now since you're dating a fucking celebrity you'll always have eyes on you!" He yelled right back, standing up.

His height over me intimidated me.

"How do you fucking think I feel when Clare comes here all fucking dressed up for a CASUAL PARTY!" I screamed, anger completely shaking in my body.

He laughed at this, pushing right passed me.

"You're so immature Emma" He chuckled again, walking into his room.

"You don't fucking see it, Harry!" I exclaimed again.

"See what?" He laughed, rummaging through his drawers for a shirt.

"The way she looks at you, how she wants your attention?" I asked like he was stupid, incapable of thinking.

"She's never given you a reason to think that way, Emma, you know she hasn't" He concluded, throwing a white t-shirt over his torso.

"Oh she has Harry" This time I chuckled, I forgot he had no idea about what happened in London.

"Then tell me, tell me Emma" He sighed angrily, standing in front of me.

"Remember in London?" I asked, he just nodded with an asshole look on his face.

"She came and told me off in the bathroom to stay fucking away from you because I didn't deserve you, because I was too fucking immature for you, because you didn't need me!" I yelled, his eyes going in shock.

"N-no" He stuttered, taking a step back.

"Actually yes! Yes Harry, oh she fucking did, and did you notice how she was the only one dressed up at your party, how she was attached to your hip the whole time at your fucking party?" I retorted, walking closer to him this time.

"I- I need a break" He breathed, taking a seat on his bed.

"Me too, Harry" I snapped, storming out of his bedroom.

"Emma!" He yelled, grabbing my wrist right before I was about to grab my keys.

"No, fuck you" I spat, yanking myself out of his grasp.

I grabbed my keys, giving him one last glare before slamming the door to his home.

As soon as I backed out of the drive way my phone buzzed, his face lighting up the screen.