Better Than Words

The Phone Call

Closer- Nine Inch Nails

"Give it to me." He growled.

"No, you have to get it yourself." I smile knowing he is too much of a baby to get it.

"Fine." I widen my eyes never thinking he'd actually do it. I cross my arms over me chest and walk backward like every other stupid teen in a movie.

He walked toward me and with each given step he took is another step I took backward.

Soon he had me trapped between the wall and his body. Placing his hands on the wall above me he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"I'll give you one more chance. Give me the fücking weed." I gasped.

"That is potty mouth mister and no." I say and slide down the wall. Sitting down I barely came up past his knee putting me right under his no-no area.

He sighed and when I thought he would give up he attacked me and shoved his hands down my shirt searching.

I grabbed his hand to move it away. THis wasn't right. But it felt so g-. Stop! hunter what is wrong with you. The effects of the weed was wearing off and Harry left me in a confused mess on the ground. He gripped the small packet with anger boiling in his eyes.

You could practically see it rolling off of him in waves. I was scared, dizzy, and confused.

"what the fadoodle cakes Harry?!" I whisper about.

"What are you talking about?" He throws at me.

"Give me the god dangy darn it weed and leave me the hell alone. No one asked you to be here." I answer hotly.

"You could kill yourself with this shit!" He yells.

"Shut the frick up so my mom and sister don't hear you dumb ass." I was beyond angry.

"How long?" He asks softly.

"12 inches." I reply with a smirk.

"Not that dumb ass, how long have ou been doing this?" He says impatiently.

"This is my first time in 2 years. Happy?" I say slapping my hands down by my thighs.

"Why would you do this?" He croaks.

"Why? Oh I'll tell you why. My mom, my dad, you, Zayn. My sisters! Everything! It is so pressuring and difficult to be in a small suffocating box with your plate over flowing and your head pounding." I gasp out.

"You could have talked to someone. To me."

"No. You wouldn't understand." I reply shakily.

"Then make me understand. You don't realize how many people care about you. You don't understand people fight for you." He says very fast.

"Who cares about me? My family? Yeah right. They basically have to or they will be shunned by there own families." I realize later it isn't true but at this point I could care less if Harry had the truth or not.

"Zayn cares about you. Niall, Louis, and Liam do. I do." He finishes softly as if he can't keep fighting.

"W-What?" I was on the verge of tears. I don't like the words that come out of his mouth. The way they tumble past his plump lips and roll of his tongue. I was also in a emotional and vulnerable state with no control of my emotions.

"Hunter I have-" he is cut off by my phone ringing. I answer it without taking my eyes off of Harry.

"Hello?" I ask.