The Demon I Let Ruin Me

ELEVEN

I get a knock on the door, expecting it to be Edward but I find Harry standing in front of me.

"Harry?" I question his random turn up. I haven't talked to him since the disaster that happened at his house a few weeks ago.

"Hey." He lets out a breath. "Can I come in?" He asks.

"Yeah." I move out of the way and he comes in. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just figured...you're dating my brother and as much as it bugs me- well I think we should be friends is all." He explains and my mouth gapes open at his words. "I know, that sounds weird considering how we met but i just-" He sighs and pulls out his phone. "I should show you-" He almost days but a knock on my door interrupts us.

"One second." I tell him and go to the door to see Edward. "Hey Edward." I smile at him. He leans down and kisses my lips gently.

"Hey baby. How's your day?" He comes inside and when he sees Harry his face switches from happy to mad. "Why are you here?" He asks.

"Harry and I are just friends Edward." I tell him, trying to diffuse the situation before it explodes.

"What has he said to you?" Edward raises an eyebrow and I can tell that he's about to freak out.

"What? Nothing." I tell him.

"Nothing yet." Harry snaps back and Edward steps closer to him.

"What do you mean yet?" I ask him.

"Don't you fucking dare." Edward yells. Now I'm confused, what does Harry have to say that would make Edward so mad?

"Maybe I will. Then this whole thing can end." Harry steps closer to me, his phone in his hand. Well now he has to tell me.

"I will kill you." Edwards says through his teeth.

"Now he has to tell me." I turn to Edward with a curious anger.

"No! He needs to leave." Edward states, his nostrils flaring.

"I was here first." Harry points out.

"That doesn't matter. Go, now! Before I make you." Edward stomps at him.

"Edward." I warn, he's being dramatic for no reason. "Tell me what is going on." I ask him, my voice turns from anger to worry. I worry what Harry wants to tell me.

"It's nothing love." he turns to me, his demeanor suddenly changing. Does he think I'm an idiot?

"Obviously it's something, if you're being defensive and wanting Harry to leave. Now tell me what he's talking about or I'll ask him." I turn to Harry who looks from me to Edward with a smirk.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just relax...he can stay. I'm sorry, I need to go." he runs a hand through his hair and walks out before I can ask him again. I watch him leave and then turn to Harry, raising my eyebrow.

"What the fuck is going on Harry?" I ask.

"He needs to be the one to tell you. I won't break your heart like that. I have to go..." he sighs and leaves, following Edward out the door. What the hell is going on right now? How dare those two dangle information in front of me and then treat me like I shouldn't know.

/A week later\

It's been a week since I've seen Harry, he hasn't tried to get in contact with me at all since the incident at my apartment. When I asked Edward what was going on, he told me not to worry about. He said Harry was a dick who liked to start drama and I should stay away from him from now on.
I obviously didn't listen because here I am, walking up to their front door, ready for an explanation. I knock and wait and then I see Anne open the door.

"McKayla. Hi." She greets me. "Edward isn't here at the moment."

"I'm not here for him. Is Harry around?" I ask, getting straight to the point. She looks at me curiously then nods.

"Harry! McKayla is here to see you." She calls. I walk in and wait for a moment and then I watch Harry make his way down the stairs, when he reaches the landing, it's revealed that he has a black eyes and I gasp.

"Harry? What happened?" I ask, already knowing the answer to that question. "Edward?"

"Yeah." He sighs. "But it's fine."

"It's not actually...so are you going to tell me what you and Edward are keeping from me?" I cross my arms across my chest angrily. He looks at me and then turns around with a sigh.

"I can't do that. If I do, he'll probably kill me." He sits down on the couch and I stand in front of him.

"If you knew you can't tell me then why dangle in front of my face. I swear you're just as bad as him sometimes."

"Don't say that." He gripes. "I'm better than him."
I nearly scoff at the words and roll my eyes.

"Are you though?" I laugh. "I mean, you harassed me at a grocery store for fucks sake."

"I'm sorry okay. Listen, the truth will come out eventually and when it does, you'll see what I mean." He assures me.

"You said you didn't want to break my heart by telling me...well making me wait to hear the truth is breaking my heart more. I'm sitting here wondering what is going on. Edward tells me you just want to create drama."

"That's a lie!" He stands. "He's the one creating drama."

"Okay, you know what. Since you refuse to tell me, I guess I'll have to side with Edward. I'm sure you're being over dramatic." I explain. "And I'm leaving. Until you decide when the right time to tell me is, don't talk to me, okay?" I turn to leave. It sucks that I have to cut Harry out of my life but it's what needs to be done. If he wants to hold on to this giant secret for Edward then I guess he doesn't care about me the way he says.

I'm about to leave when Harry runs out the door and flags me down. I roll down my window and get ready for whatever it is he has to say.

"It was me." he sighs and I get confused. "I was the one you made out with at that frat party a while back. I tried to tell you once but you shut me down." he explains. He has to be lying. I remember it being Edward and if it wasn't then why did he take credit for it when I confronted him.

"That cant be true. Edward never told me otherwise."

"Because he used that as a way to get you to fall in love with him. He manipulated you Mckayla." I hate that there has to be a truth to this, now I wish I could remember that night. But maybe Harry is right, that night was a big factor in to me deciding to be with Edward. I knew I had feelings for Edward and I didn't realize how strong until I made out with him but-what if it wasn't Edward. I look back at Harry, his eyes pleading for me to believe him and now I know I need to talk to Edward, now.