It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 12: Truth Hurts.

A/N: THIS IS MY FAV CHAPTER I'VE WRITTEN IN THIS STORY(,:

I walk back into the house, the biggest smile on my face, and I see a mess in the kitchen, and then I see Harry's head popping up from behind the counter. He sees me, and diverts his eyes back to what he's doing. I walk in fully, trying to understand what happened here.

"Dropped something." He mutters, but I see a smashed canvas in the trash, and look back over to the glass on the ground.

    "Really, because it doesn't look like that..." I mumble, taking the jacket from my arms, and putting it over my shoulder.

    "Yes really..." He mumbles, and his words sound a bit slurred.

    "Have you been drinking? What the hell, Harry..." I mumble, and he moves back to the trash can, pouring the dustpan out into it.

    "What? You're allowed to go out and get shit faced, but I'm not allowed to have one in the comfort of my own home?" He asks, getting defensive. He moves over to where I stand, setting the dustpan down, sweeping the last bit of his mess.

    "I hardly drank anything first of all, and second of all it seems like you were drinking for a different reason than I was." I admit, and he stands up, dustpan in his hand. He looks down on me, close to me as he does, and I almost want to cower down.

    "And what reason would that be darling? What reason do I have to be drinking right now, why don't you enlighten me?" He asks, his voice casting down on me.

    "I don't know Harry, but you're acting like a real dick right now...." I mumble, moving away from him.

    "It stresses me out when you leave, don't answer for hours, and then come home this early in the morning Marigold. You call it being over protective, I call it really caring about someone." He mumbles, walking back to the trash can.

    "I'm sorry... I won't go out without talking to you, and letting you know when I'm going to be coming home." I tell him, actually feeling bad. Why the fuck is he so complicated... Why the fuck are men complicated?

    "Just don't worry about it... I'm sorry for being an ass." He mumbles, keeping his back turned to me as he continues cleaning.

    "I'm sorry..." I mumble, turning away from him.

    "Is that... Whose jacket is that?" He asks, his eyes traveling from the coat on my arm to my face.

    "Umm, it's this guy.. He walked me home from the party." I tell him, noticing how upset he already is, not wanting to make it worse by mentioning Hunter's name. I'm not sure how the hell he would take it honestly. No big deal, just walked home and had a really great and deep conversation with one of your best friends who is really trying to get me... just casual...

    "Just some guy?" He asks, and I find myself smiling, thinking back to the talk Hunter and I just had. "So it's not just some guy..." He mumbles, and I can't tell how he feels about it. "I hope he was kind..." He mumbles to me, and I look up to him, actually looking him in the eyes, still not able to read what they're thinking. Fuck. Why does that upset me?

    "He is kind..." I mumble, but mostly to myself. He looks confused, like he's had a really shitty night. "Come here..." I mumble. He walks forward, and I hug him as he gets close to me. I know things have been off, everything he does pisses me off or puts me on edge. He still means the world to me though, and everytime I see him like this it upsets me. I hate the feeling it gives me.

He brings his hands to my back, lacing his opposite hand through my hair. "I'm sorry we've been fighting a lot lately... I don't like fighting with you, I love you lots." I tell him, wanting this fued to be over, pushing all my feelings aside, pushing everything away right now.