Give Me Love//H.S

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*Explicit contact towards the end. So if you are under the age of 18 or are just not into that type of story you can discard*

It's been three days since the whole thing at Eleanor's house party and I haven't talked to Harry. He hasn't been to the house, nor has he texted me. I shouldn't worry, but when it came to Harry worrying about me I couldn't help but do the same for him.

Breakfast was the same as always. My mom and dad rushing around getting ready for work. Mike was shoving his face with food. My grandma being herself.

"Can I steal Kate for a second". My Grandma asked.

My dad smiled and I got up out of my seat. I followed my grandma into the kitchen and she turned to look at me quickly.

"Harry has been having me talk to you for him. He said something about you probably not wanting to talk to him". She said.

I scratched my bruised elbow lightly and looked around the kitchen.

"I mean we haven't talked in days. I thought he didn't want to look at me". I said.

My grandma shook her head and patted my arm so I would stop scratching it. I looked down at her small figure then to the basement door.

"Go talk to him. He's been down there all day". She said pushing me lightly to the door.

As she walked out of the kitchen my attention went back to the basement door. This moment in time my heart stopped. I know if I go down there its going to cause a fight. Its been peaceful without that.

"Okay Kate were leaving. Lock the doors please". My mom yelled from the living room.

Before I knew it the house became quiet. This is what bothered me, If we fight I couldn't run away. With my hand on the doorknob I took a deep breath and walked down.

It was really dark down here for being eight in the morning. When I spotted him he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. I got down the steps and stood there, Silent with my arms crossed.

"Please sit". He pleaded.

My heart skipped a beat and I followed his instructions. I walked past him to sit at his computer desk. His head never left his hands as he shook it.

"Next to me please". He said.

There was a slight pain in his voice. Was he actually upset? I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. His movement was slow at first but he rested his head on my shoulder. We just sat in silence.

"Which arm"? He asked.

I was taken off guard at his sudden voice change and moved back a bit so he was now looking at me.

"What"? I asked.

He shook his head and lightly grabbed my bruised arm. He inspected the long cut going from my elbow to my wrist.

"Did I do this"? He asked.

I slowly nodded and stayed quiet. I didn't want to get him upset more then I am now. He got off the bed and paced around the room. He was pulling at his hair.

"I can't believe I did that. What the fuck was I thinking". He sneered and hit the lamp off his desk.

I was taken back by the anger and pulled my legs off the floor, away from the shattered glass.

"He picks fights every time I see him. He brings something out in me and I cant keep listening to it". He said and threw a beer bottle at the wall.