Bipolar

Chapter 14

I stood up pulling on Harry's shirt then going to the door. I opened it slowly and then Sabrina pushes past me causing me to stumble back. "Oh my god." She whispers looking from Harry to me. "Oh my god!" She squeals looking at me. "You had sex! Finally!" She smiles. "No, no we didn't." I blush, but still angry that she burst in.

"Ohh, okay." She smirks and I shrug. "I don't want to go out anymore." I say honestly. I want to stay with Harry and just cuddle up to him and talk about random stuff. "Hm, okay." She scoffs and leaves wriggling her eyebrows at me.

"Do you want to stay at my place until you can get a job and your own place?" Harry asks and I smile nodding vigorously. "That'd be amazing, thank you so much." I smile and he returns with a huge grin on his beautiful lips.

"Let's go then." He says and I pack my things quickly so we could go to his place.

We get into Harry's car and the warm air hits me making me so happy. The motel was freezing, almost as cold as it was outside. "I can't wait to go to sleep, I'm exhausted." I yawn and Harry smiles over at me. "Same." He says and continues to drive down the road.

Harry parks in his long driveway as the gates close behind us. We get out and I could see some people taking pictures of us from the outside of the gates. I just stared at them as we walked inside Harry's home.

"Are you hungry?" He asks me and I nod then lift my shoulders a bit. "Okay, how about pizza?" He asks and I nod vigorously. "Like it much?" He chuckles grabbing his phone. I blush and take a seat on the couch, which was comfortable as a cloud. "Yeah, just a tad." I smile as he plops down next to me.

"So, we're dating.." I trail off and Harry looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Yeah, is that bad? Is there something wrong with me?" He says slightly pissed about it. Yes, I think for a few seconds, but I tell him the opposite. "No, you can just get really angry." I say and he shrugs me off standing up. "I already fucking know that." He says walking to the bookshelf where he had movies and different type of books.

"Okay, you don't have to get so mad.." I say laying down, my head up against the armchair. "Whatever." He says shoving a disc into the movie player. I roll my eyes as he sits down, I lay my legs on top of his thighs.

I watch the movie silently as Harry runs his thumb over my leg in a soothing way, it didn't bother me. "Harry, the pizza's here." I yawn as the doorbell rings. He stands up without saying a word then go pays for the food.

Harry walks back in the living room and places the steaming box on the coffee table. "Are you okay?" I whisper sitting up and pulling my hair back. "Yes," he sighs quietly getting out two plates. "I'm perfect." He says and I stand up walking over to him. "No, you're not." I say pulling at his hand.

"Then what's wrong with me?" He says finally looking at me, he had tears in his eyes. "I-I, I don't know." I say and he hugs me as sobs escape his lips. "Harry, it's okay." I say hugging his tightly. "Why am I such a bad person?" He says and I look up at him. "Harry, you're not. Why would you say that?" I gasp quietly.

"Because I'm mean to you." He says looking at me above. "Maybe sometimes, but hey, it's not your fault." I smile weakly and he shrugs. "Then who's is it?" He asks and I look down not knowing. But, I do know that Harry needs help.

a/n: I swear I am obsessed with the show once upon a time. Sorry for not updating. Thank you for 170 reads!!