"Sleeping With The Enemy
Chapter 7:
-Jane's POV-
I was sat on his couch, observing his living room. Pictures filled the walls, of him and some of his family.
I walked up to the pictures, my eyes travelling over some when he was a kid with some girl. I think it was his sister, considering how much they looked alike.
One apparently caught my eye, one of him with a girl. This one looked like it came from high school, my eyebrows furrowing.
He looked so happy with her. The girl following the looks.
I hadn't noticed Harry, until he cleared his throat from behind me.
I twirled around, giving him a questioning glare.
His eyes travelled from the picture, and then back to me.
"Do you want anything?" He asked.
"Ermm, no. I think it's time I got back home." I shifted my posture slightly, glaring back at the boy.
"Okay. Erm, I'll see you soon?"
"I don't know about that." I chuckled lightly, referring to the part where I said I never wanted to see him again.
He nods. "I get it. I'm a 'dickhead'" He puts air quotes on what I told him a few days ago.
I smirked. "And I'm a 'bitch'." I follow on what he's saying. Harry smirked.
"Bye," He waves.
I nod once, placing my hands in my pockets as I made my way back to the door. My curiosity dug into my mind, as I stopped in a halt.
"Who was that girl in the picture?" The words left my mouth without control.
His face changed, almost immediately. Anger building up in his eyes too, in the process. "Why the hell are you so nosy?" He snapped.
"I-I was just asking.." I furrowed my eyebrows. Obviously this was a touchy subject for him. Why?
I turned back around, finding tears in his eyes. My lips slightly parted to speak words, but none came out.
He sniffled, trying to not make it obvious he was crying, but I think it was a bit to late for that.
I awkwardly, walked up to him, trying to analyze his features.
"What happened." I whispered quietly..." http://wattpad.com/story/4021322
