Dark and Dangerous

Realization

Demi's POV
I simply continued to sniffle while one of my best friends glared at me. Gemma is probably plotting my death as of right now. what I did to Harry wasn't right, but I have an explanation and I will give it to her. I still have no excuse, however. I am such an ungrateful bitch.

"I thought you two were done fighting," Gemma scoffed.

"It never stops honestly," I shook my head.

I have a feeling that if I try to walk out of the kitchen Gemma will stab me, but I took the risk and hopped off of the island. I walked toward the entrance to the kitchen expecting her to tackle me, but nothing happens. I continue walking into the living room and sit quietly, ignoring the fact that Harry is standing right in front of me with a terrible glare on his beautiful face. I stared at my hands until Harry cleared his throat.

"Demi, why do we keep doing this?" He asked.

I shook my head. I have no answer for his question. I just can't stay mad at Harry. this happens every once in a while. we fight and spend some time away from each other, then someone finds a way to make the other take them back. I don't know why we do this. it just happens.

"Demi, I don't know if I can do it anymore, we're just not good for each other,"

I stare up at Harry in confusion. is he ending it? Is it going to be over forever this time? I feel empty. the statement that left Harry's lips ripped me open and now everything that was there is just gone. I don't understand, I thought I could just kiss the problems away and save what sanity I have left. sadly, Harry has finally realized that he no longer needs nor wants me. Harry begins to walk away from me, but I grab his hand and try to pull him back.

"Harry, don't," I sniffled, "please."

"Don't." he states.

I watched Harry and his sister leave. I don't know how to react. I'm beyond upset, I'm angry, frustrated, and just fucking depressed all together. I want to scream but my voice isn't working. I need to cry but my eyes refused to release the tears. I want to punch the wall, but I feel so weak. I need Harry, he just doesn't need me.

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I spent hours in my living room sitting on the floor while replaying the entire relationship that I simply ruined. I ruined it all by letting Harry back in. I ruined the happiness I could've had. what the fuck is wrong with me? I walked into the kitchen and started to throw things. I'm so frustrated and angry.

I can't stand this. I smashed every piece of glass that I could find in the entire kitchen. shards of glass covered the counters as well as the floor. the cabinets have scratches and dents in them. I sat against the island and ran my fingers through my tangled hair, tugging at the roots. I heard someone walk inside of my house, but ignored it. if someone is going to rob me or something, now is the perfect time, because I don't give a single fuck. I looked up to see a tall boy with curly brown hair and the most hypnotizing green eyes.

"Harry," I whispered and began to cry.

He walked over to me and sat. I continued to sob and sniffle. he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair. I looked up at him, his eyes are filled with sadness. I fucking hate this. we are both miserable. I wiped my eyes and stood up. maybe some sleep will at least subdue the pain. Harry followed behind me.

"Harry what are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied, "I guess I just wanted to see you one more time before the lads and I leave."

I stopped walking and turned towards him. they're leaving? When did this happen? I frowned staring at the one thing that I love more than life.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked.

"Well, the tour here is over, so we're going back to the UK to write more songs and record. that and we have interviews and other important things like that."

Important things, the key words of that statement push me over the edge. I sat at the top of the stairs and put my face in my hands. so his career is more important than his children? I felt his hand on my shoulder and flinched away.

"Don't," I cried.

"Demi, I don't know why you're acting like this," Harry said.

"Why I'm acting like this?" I laughed, "speak for yourself. you're family isn't as important to you as your stupid career. I'm acting how any normal person would if someone they loved was leaving them. God damn it," I shouted.

Harry grabbed both of my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

"Don't ever say that again. you mean the world to me," Harry stated

"Then stay. just stay with me, please," I begged.

Harry wrapped his arms around me. I want to slap him for trying to comfort me. I want to scream at him for being this way.

"Can you stay just one more night?" I asked.

"Why do you think I came back?" Harry smiled.