"---Emily's POV---
"Where were you?" I couldn't tell whether anger, or dissapointment, cloaked over his eyes. Either way, the tone coming from his mouth, was no happy. I stayed there, in the entrance of the kitchen. Staring straight at the boy who, not but three hours ago, was smiling from ear to ear. Now, his eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes grown dark jade.
"Harry..." I whispered, trying to figure out what to say to him. I knew I couldn't say 'walking the dog' for Charlie, was standing beside Harry.
"Answer the question Emily." Harry's jaws clenched, causing a sharp outline to surface along his chin. Even angry, he looked beautiful. His muscles clenching along every surface of his body. "You went to go see him didn't you?" He interrupted my thoughts.
"I-I th-thought you w-were asl-eep"
"You're stuttering. you're nervous... meaning I'm right." he stayed sitting there. Looking into the distance. I couldn't work my way out of this. I had no reason to go to Brandon, except to see how badly in trouble Harry was going to be. From the looks of the bruising already formed around Brandon's body, deep deep trouble.
"Harry please.." I whispered, sadness veiling over my eyes. I have never seen Harry ill-tempered to his fullest.The day he kicked me out of his car, he was more hurt than furious. When he yelled that day, it scared me, making me jump up. If I had been there when he unleashed his anger onto Brandon, I don't know what I would do. I would probably have been too afraid to be in the same room as him. "I just-"
"DAMNIT EMILY!" his deep voice vibrated against the walls of the living room. The sudden roar made me feel terrified. This was different from when he kicked me out. That day, he yelled because I wouldn't leave Brandon... now he was yelling because he finally had me, and he thought I was going BACK to Brandon.
Harry stood up, his tall body tensing as he did. Only a pair of..." http://wattpad.com/story/4941842
