…At Harry’s house (Half An Hour Later)…
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Harmony's POV:
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I sit with no words of courage to mouth out, while his long legs pace in front of me like a pendulum. Its been a long while since either of us talked, which makes me worry from the future verbal outcome. “(He breathes once he hears my phone ringing) Turn it off, or answer it.” His commanding tone, forces me to take my phone out of my apron; answering it swiftly. “Where are you? Richard is furious and if you aren’t back… (She sighs sadly) You might lose the job. Harmony, please get back; I can’t stall him forever.”
Serena’s voice sends my career state to a direct threat. “(I mumble quietly) I’ll be there soon… Just give me som-…” My phone gets snatched out of hand, while it cracks on the floor. I can’t remain calm any more, and for that I tend to pick up the broken pieces from the ground. “(His warning makes me shiver) Don’t you dare pick it up.” I look up at Harry, sensing that my boiling anger, has reached to an explosive splash.
“OR WHAT HARRY? YOU’LL BEAT ME UP? GO AHEAD! ISN’T THAT YOUR PLAN IN THE FIRST PLACE? TO HURT ME LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN HURT! HERE (I begin unbuttoning my shirt, while his eyes bore at mine) DO IT AND LET ME BE! SLEEP WITH ME RIGHT NOW, AND LET ME GO BACK TO MY LIFE! EVERYBODY WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME! DO IT.” His eye colour changes to a lighter shade, evolving his facial expressions from rigid to soft.
He shakes his head, walking closer to me. My stomach twirls and twists from the inside, knowing that it is time to say goodbye to my virginity. Prince charming will have to leave my dreams, and all of the painted butterflies will die; once Harry takes what he wants right now.
His fingers hold both sides of my shirt, buckling the buttons again slowly. I blink multiple times, not expecting this from him. “(Once he’s done, his eyes find mine) I don’t want you.” The feeling that I have right now can’t be described in limited words. I feel relaxed that my dreamland won’t disappear yet, but I also feel like I’m not attractive; not good enough for his desire.
I kneel down to pick my phone remains, but then his brown boot steps on the phone; crashing it into microscopic pieces. I nod to myself, then leaning upwards to begin walking out. He doesn’t want me, yet he breaks my phone, punches a male abuser, drags me all the way here; so what does he want? His hand catches my elbow, this time in the tenderest approach possible. “(A tear slips down my eye, while I ask with no sense of emotions) What do you want from me?”
His fingers slide around my waist, keeping a fair distance between us. “(He whispers, while his voice cracks) How do you know about my situation?” I contemplate on telling him the truth, which I usually do; but his situation is delicate, and I don’t want to make him feel hurt. Regardless of how he hurts me; all of the attempts are unintentional and unplanned.
“(When I don’t reply, he speaks) I don’t want you like you have in mind… (He lifts his chin up, speaking softer than a feather) Please believe me this time.” Is he being honest right now? If not, then I should encourage him to go for an acting career.
He is so believable, that it makes me surprised; stunned even. How could he unleash a monster, and then show me this humanity that is buried inside of him, in less than ten minutes? Should I believe him? But what if he’s lying, trying to have me marked like his plan’s intention?
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