•esther gray•➳{h.s}

⇢vi -gray-

•Previously•

"Yes. I'm fine." She reassured. "Was it Zayn that put me in the bathtub?"

"Yeah that conniving twit. I felt like he was going to.....take advantage of you."

She airily laughed and shook her head, her next words throughly surprising him.

"No. He had good intentions, I trust him, and plus, why would a twenty something year old man even try to take advantage of me. I'm only fourteen."

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He gulped and nodded slowly before exiting hastily, the sentence making his mind race involuntarily. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, he needed subsistence. He dialed a number before exhaling out the morose thoughts.

"Hey Quinn."

"Harry." Her voice rang through the line, full of surreal hope.

"I need you to come over for dinner, okay?"

It hurt her from the shallowest part of her heart, that something so small could have such a large affect on her. The fact that he didn't even say a simple 'How are you?' or 'How was your day?' made her so unbearably empty she could hear her heart scream no. But she didn't, she wanted, no needed, his love to sustain herself. She needed him.

"Okay." She said simply before waiting for him to reply or say goodbye but instead was met with him ending the call.

He tossed his phone somewhere soft and ruffled his shaggy hair. He hated doing this to himself, he hated not being able to control his emotions. He hated how he felt when he looked at her or when she said his name. He hated that he couldn't fully requite the love Quinn that she was yearning for. He hated. And through all that hate he realized and discovered love. He loved how ethereal she was. He loved how she laughed. He loved her overuse facial expressions rather than words. He loved how she occupied his thoughts. She was venal and noxious to him in way no one realized.

"Harry!"

He smiled warmly upon hearing her harmonious voice call out his name. He entered his bedroom to find her standing in his gray shirt she seemed to grow so fond of and a towel wrapped around her head.

"I used the same shirt, I didn't want to dirty the others." She gave him a soft smile, the corners of her lips barely lifting.

"It's okay, you can use the others."

"I like this one though." She said dreamily glancing out of the window, plopping on the sill.

"It's Luke!" She exclaimed pointing out the window. The blond boy stood still, his breath forming white clouds due to the shivering cold. His band shirt clearly insufficient as he rubbed his arms together to keep warm.

"Who's Luke?" Harry's voice came out more harsh than he desired as he looked out the window and scoffed at the teenage boy who couldn't even dress for the weather.

"The boy I met when I went for a walk." She sounded rather giddy as Luke turned around and caught sight of her from the window. He looked slightly puzzled for a second before awkwardly waving at her. This was the bus stop he would always come too. She waved back and smiled, ignoring the fact that Harry was losing his patience.

"Gray, it's time to eat." He ordered morbidly before shutting the curtains and interrupting the little exchange. He didn't know why he called her Gray, or why she preferred it but everyone just wordlessly followed the silent ultimatum she gave out.

She silently followed him to the kitchen, his vitriolic aura rubbing off everywhere.

"Harry...?" She cautiously whimpered.