Dara's POV

Harry drove me back to his house in almost complete and utter silence. His cell phone started to ring and he leaned to the side, slipping it out of his back pocket. He answered it and immediately we heard loud noises emerge from the phone.

"Hello?" he said into the phone. "Hello?!"

Then the noise got quieter and I heard a voice yell, "Harry, where the fuck are you?!"

"I had to go home... I had some business to take care of... Probably not... I can't! I told you!" Harry sighed. "Just go and finalize the deal without me. Just bring the cash by me later... Okay, bye."

Harry hung up. "See what you did? I missed an important appointment because of you."

He didn't say a word to me the rest of the way. I was glad. I was pissed at him and I didn't want to hear his voice either.

We pulled up to his house and he pushed a button on a remote, causing the garage door to open slowly and he pulled into it. As soon as I heard the engine stop running, I got out and opened the door to the apartment, slamming it behind me. Soon after, Harry opened the door and came through it calmly, glaring at me.

"Don't fucking slam my doors," he ordered.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," I retorted fast, rolling my eyes.

"Bitch," he muttered, walking away.

"What did you just call me?!"

"You heard me. I didn't stutter." He continued to his bedroom. Angrily, I followed him.

"What the fuck is your problem, Harry?" I demanded.

"My problem is you decided to be a little slut at that party with Carson! In front of my best mates Lou and Zayn, too." Wait, he knows Carson?

"What, so now I can't talk to new people?"

"You weren't just talking to him."

"So I danced a bit. I don't see how that concerns you."

"I bet you wouldn't like it if I were sleeping with other girls," Harry challenges.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him. "I danced with Carson, I didn't sleep with him!"

"Well, you would've if I hadn't stopped you. It's all in his plan: to get you drunk and fuck you. That's why he made you drink that beer."

"He didn't make me drink that beer," I corrected him. "I chose to on my own. Besides, Carson's a nice guy."

"Dara, I've known him for a while now. You've only known him about an hour while you were tipsy. He's not a nice guy."

"Well, neither are you!" I accused. "I came to spend time with you and you leave me to go to a party with your goddamn friends. Then you treat me like I'm your property and I'm not allowed to fun with anybody besides you! This is not what I came for!"

"Then get the fuck out of my house! I'm sick and tired of this shit!" Harry yelled.

I paused. "Sometimes I wonder if you're more worried about your image or me."

"Sometimes I wonder if Louis was right about you all along. You're just another girl who only wants me for my money. Nothing special like I thought you were." He thinks I'm special? Or thought?

I tried to hide it, but his words cut deeply. I could just feel the gash in my heart that he had left. I turned away, tearing up, ready to leave. But two arms grab my waist from behind. I look down at the tattooed arm, grasping me tightly. My vision blurred and a couple tears slipped down my face, racing one another. Next, I feel two warm lips kiss my neck and whisper, "Don't go." No apology or anything. Just an intimate kiss and a 'don't go'. Good enough for me, especially coming from Harry who never apologized for shit.

Why do I do this to myself?

Notes

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