Bad Idea (Hariana)

026. UNSPOKEN SECRET

BLAIR

LATER that evening, Harry and I were seated in his living room while he mindlessly played the piano. I was sitting on the couch, responding to fan tweets about the album on twitter. We hadn't spoken since the album release, but I was still determined to understand what was bothering Harry.

Harry stopped playing and let out a huge sigh of frustration, leaning his forehead onto the grand piano in front of him. "What's wrong?" I asked, so confused as to why harry was so on edge.

"Nothing." Harry replied blankly. he refused to make eye contact with me and instead stared down at his lyric filled notebook. "Are you sure Harry?" I pushed on, positive that there was something he wasn't telling me.

He responded with nothing and kept tapping keys on his piano, refusing to make eye contact with me. "You would tell me if something was wrong, right Haz?" I asked.

He picked his head up and looked at me, his eyes glossy and filled up with tears that he desperately tried to fight. "Yes! For fucks sake, can you drop it already, Blair?! I'm fucking fine." Harry yelled across the room, pushing the piano stool back and storming into our room.

"I just asked you a question! Why the hell are you acting like this, Harry?" I yelled back. The tears were now beginning to form in my eyes, as Harry had never once yelled at me.

There was some unspoken secret that he wasn't telling me, and I was fucking determined to figure it out.

"Just leave me alone, Blair! I'm tired of you always on top of me." Harry scoffed. "And I'm tired of you walking out on big moments in my life. You just ran off with Mitch while the project I've been working on for 2 fucking years dropped." I argued.

Something about his whole temper tantrum seemed unauthentic or staged in a way, but I couldn't exactly put my finger on it. Harry never acted this way and it was so out of character for him to treat me, or any girl for that matter, so horribly.

"But if space is what you want, then i'll let you have your fucking space!" I yelled back. I entered our bedroom while Harry watched me from his seat at the piano, and began to stuff clothes into a duffle bag.

"Where the hell are you going?!" Harry asked, his eyes filling up with tears. "I'm leaving." I replied quietly. I refused to let my eyes meet his, as I was so incredibly frustrated with Harrys actions. "You have nowhere to go!" He began to plead.

"I can go to Mikey or Victoria's." I replied coldly. I zipped up the duffle bag that had everything I needed for a singular night.

I looked up to see Harry staring at my, his eyes about to overflow with tears. There was no way Harry was actually this furious at me, as I had did absolutely nothing to provoke his anger.

He was completely speechless and stayed standing in the bedroom as I pulled the bag over my shoulder and walked out of my room.

"Blair.." Harry began to say, walking after me. "No, Harry. it's not worth it anymore. I don't feel well and I don't have the energy to fight with you about something that you aren't willing to fix." I replied with a pounding headache, quickening my pace to escape him.

"I'm sorry I just-" He began to apologize. His grip was now firmly on my shoulders and he spun my body around to face him. His eyes looked dark and tired. They lacked the usual luminescent green glow that they usually held.

"No, Harry. Thank you for this. I really appreciate it." I scoffed sarcastically, throwing off the necklace Harry gave me. Harrys eyes grew darker, as if me saying that was a punch to the gut.

He swallowed quickly and shrugged off my comment. It was almost seeming that Harry was fixated on being mad at me, rather than trying to resolve whatever issue he was having with me.

"Blair, you don't understand." Harry yelled, rubbing his forehead. "What is there to understand, Harry?" I asked. My headache was bothering me so bad. I leaned against the counter to catch my breath.

"Blair you just don't — Oh my God .."

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