Breathe

"I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having nobody. I'm sick of everything. Everyone would be better off without me," I wailed, my hands coming up to push against Harry's hard chest. He wouldn't move.
I sobbed harder, short gasps escaping my mouth. I began hitting his torso. "For fuck sake, let go of me!" I shrieked. My voice cracked towards the end due to my distress.
His long fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes were narrowed and he was so close that I could feel his hot breath hitting my face. He stared into my bloodshot eyes.
"Don't you ever fucking say that again. You have me. You know that. And I have you. You're the only truly good thing in my life - don't you ever say that everyone would be better off without you."