It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 15: Power Over Me.

A/N: thoughts on Hunter????
Also check out her Instagram periodt.

I wake up, and just stare at the ceiling. There's no way last night happened... I move to turn my music off, and I sit on the edge of my bed, pushing my hair out of my face. I take a deep breath, and realize how bad I want to lay in bed all day... I'm not going to class, mostly because I don't want to run into Harry. I don't want to talk to him right now.

I lay back down in bed, and roll on my side, thinking of everything he said to me last night. My eyes overflow, matching my emotions, and I find myself crying again. Fuck. I wish he didn't have this kind of power over me, and this control he has. I shouldn't cry over someone who doesn't care that they're hurting me. I shouldn't cry over Harry because he has a fucking cunt of a girlfriend.

"Goldie... you're going to be late if you don't get up." There's a soft knock on the door, and I sigh.

"I'm not going to class today. Don't feel good." I mumble, trying to hide the fact that I'm once again crying.

"Please don't cry..." He mumbles, and I want to scream.

"Just go. You're going to be late to class." I urge, wanting his voice away from me.

"I don't care, I want to talk to you Goldie, I fucked up last night okay?" He mumbles.

"I don't want to talk to you Harry." I tell him truthfully.

"Then I guess I'm just going to sit here all day until you come out." He's leaned against the door.

"You have class." I urge.

"Fuck class." He pushes, and I get irritated, pushing myself from the bed, and opening the door, showing myself to him, knowing my eyes are swollen, knowing how pathetic I look wearing his shirt after he hurt me the way he did.

"What? Is this what you fucking want? Here, you see me, you're talking to me. Yes I'm fucking crying still, that's what happens when someone you love tells you they don't know why they're even friends with you. You hurt me Harry, you really fucking hurt me, and you're hurting me more by pushing this shit. This isn't a normal fight, this isn't a 'slam the door, and hug it out the next day'. You've done enough in the past twenty four hours to push me over the edge, and if you want to salvage anything of the small bit of friendship we have I would turn around, and go to class. Maybe Kelly will be there to fucking comfort you." I slam the door, but he stops it, his hand holding it open.

"I'm leaving... I'll leave you alone, but... Just know how sorry I am. You mean the world to me, and I didn't mean what I said last night. I'd never throw what we have away for anyone, and...and I'll.. I'll just go, I'm sorry." He mumbles, and takes his hand from the door, letting it close from my force. I scream out, taking one of the pillows from my bed and I throw it across the room in anger.

I don't give a fuck if he's sorry... I'm sorry that he has to fucking look at Kelly, and smell her burnt hair every fucking day. I hear the front door open, and close, and I silently praise the fucking lord, because I couldn't handle anymore conversing with him, and- he fucking texted me.

"I'll be home around six... We can get dinner if you want to talk, just let me know..." He writes, and I just leave it on read, clicking my phone off, and throwing it next to me. Why am I such an emotional bitch. Why did I genuinly just sit there and think about what I'm going to wear to dinner tonight with him, when I fucking know I shouldn't go? I roll myself away from my phone, and shut my eyes again, letting sleep take me.

I wake up again to the sound of banging on the front door, and I open my phone to see the time. I was asleep for two more hours, and Krys has called six times. I run from my room, and answer the door, looking like a newborn baby deer, wobbling around the apartment.