Oh Harry

Oh Harry

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I run up the stairs at a ridiculous pace, my hand bag swinging around my torso as I speed up the rusting metal staircase. I can hear Harry approaching behind me, but I ignore him. "slow down Naomi, just wait." I continue running up the next floor as if he isn't there. But as I reach our apartment door he grabs me quick and pulls me aside. His beautiful brown eyes capture me, but I quickly turn away. Harry grabs my arm, but I yank it away, as I'm already irritated by his presence and his actions. He grabs my arm again, but I don't yank it away this time. I guess hearing him out can't hurt. "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I love you. I'm not perfect, but whenever I try to help you I end up hurting you." "No whenever I get an opportunity to go out there and make something of myself you got out there and find all and any way to go and mess it up! You ruin everything, I hate you!" "You don't mean that." Harry says looking a bit hurt "and even if you did mean it, it wouldn't change a thing." He rubs my shoulder and pulls me in for a warm comforting kiss. I guess he's right, I do love him and he was trying to help. He isn't the person I used to know, the person I used to hate, he's not my ninth grade bully anymore, he's my twelfth grade lover, I guess that special. I kind of laugh at the thought and give him a little shove in the chest, "I'm still mad at you." I say now unlocking the apartment door. "How mad?" He says smirking. "Very." "Show me." he teases..
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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