•Gwen's Perspective•
I probably really fucked it up, the random kiss, the fake feelings... too fast and too soon.
I sat on the floor in the bathroom, the door locked and my back pressed against it.
"Shit shit shit" I mumble under my breath.
"I fucking hate this" I stand up slowly. I walk towards the mirror.
I had bags under my eyes, and my skin was pale.
Without thinking I throw a punch at the mirror, shattering the glass into tiny pieces.
Glass fragments and pieces stuck in my hand.
"Fuck!" I scream and begin to cry.
I hear a loud bang on the door.
"Gwen? are you okay? what was that?!" panic in his voice.
"Nothing I'm fine" I wince as I pull a piece of glass out of my hand.
"Shit Gwen! open the door!" he yells, I roll my eyes.
"I'm fine!" I lie. Quite badly.
"I-" before I could finish my sentence the door fell to the ground.
"Shit Gwen!' he yells in frustration.
"Your hand! my mirror! your fucking hand!" he yells.
"I said I was fine" I roll my eyes as I pull another piece of glass out of my hand, a tear escapes my eye, and it pisses me off straight away.
"Fucking hell" I cry, pain was literally shooting through my arm like crazy, and my hand was bleeding quite badly and it was throbbing, but I was trying to stay strong.
"Your fine?" he raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Is it opposite fucking day? when has it been okay when you punch a mirror! and your hand is bleeding with glass sticking out of your skin!" he grabs a face clothe and wet's it.
"Give me your hand Jesus christ" I roll my eyes and thrust my hand towards him.
"Ouch!" I groan at him.
"Keep still!" he grumbles.
I roll my eyes again and huff, the pain was horrid, my hand was throbbing and it felt like it was going to fall off, to be honest if it did it would be a relief...
"Now there's only a few pieces of glass left in your hand, I'm going to pull em' out" I nod, biting my lip.
"One" he quickly pulled the first piece out.
Covered my mouth with my other hand muffling my scream.
"Why did you hit the mirror? ...two" he pulled another piece out.
"Fuck, I don't know because why not?" I lie and uncover my mouth.
"Last piece... that's a stupid excuse" he pulled the last piece of glass out and then grabbed a bandaid from under the sink.
"No it's not" I can't help but smile at my pathetic lies, but when he looked at me I furrowed my eyebrows and out a straight face on.
"Idiotic" he mumbles as he wraps the material around my bleeding hand.
"Stupid Gwen plain stupid" he clips it with a safety pin the leads me out of the bathroom.
"Fuck up" I snap before walking away from him.
"What?!" his voice booms.
"I said fuck up!" I scream.
"So you- you kiss me and then now your back to hating me!" he pulls at his hair.
"Your a bad kisser" I lie, he was great...fuck.
"Don't lie to yourself" he chuckled.
"Fuck you!" he smiles.
"I wish" I walk up to him raising my fist ready to punch his face.
"You prick!" I scream and swing my clenched fist at his face. He leans back and my hand misses his face by centimetres.
"Your lucky" he says coldly.
"Leave me alone" I say sternly before turning and leaving.
"Okay!" he yells back.
"I will fucking leave you alone! but your mine! and you can't go!" his eyes turning a dark red.
"I'm not yours! I'm not a thing!" I spit.
"Your mine if I say so!" he ats before speeding over to a wall and punching it, the force slightly shaking the house.
"No Harry I'm not" I say taking a deep breath.
I'm really fucking this up.
"If you want me" I say shakily. My courage discarding.
"You have to respect me and my needs"
"Not just yours"
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