The Bad Boy’s Girl

He looked at me, his eyes staying on mine, he spoke.

"What the hell are you doing?" He siad through his teeth, clenching his jaw, stepping towards me.

"I-" I began.

"Enough!" He yelled, walking past me and liking up the bag, putting in his closets. "I was away for less than five minutes and this is what I come back and see you do?"

He Slammed his closet door close and looked back at me.

"I'm sorry!" I blurt getting scared, shocked of what I just saw.

"Save it, I don't want to hear it." he said running his fingers through his hair.

I was just standing there awkwardly. My eyes has began to water, he needed help, he needed to stop doing this because his friends aren't always going to be there to bail him out of jail.

i wasnt looking at him anymore, but at the ground, finding my feet more fascinating.

"You should go home." He stated. His voice low.

"Harry, you need to stop this." I said, tears spilling from my eyes down my cheeks.

He Didn't look at me he was thinking. His hands were balled and he was frowning. "I can't get out of this."

"Yes you can." I encouraged. "Just flush them all down."

He smiled. "Oh, I wish it was that easy." He shook his head.

"you need help. You're addicted." I said wiping my eyes.

he looked up at me. "I'm not taking the fucking pills Sarah!" He yell.

His voice scared me because we were in this room where the sound just sounded louder than outside.

his eyes softened when he seen my tears and he sighed loudly. "let's go." He said grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the room into a den. It had a black leather couch. "Sit." he demanded.


I sat down on the couch, head to get comfortable. Harry had sat next to me. He had turned on the TV. "to get our minds off things."

He broswerd through Netflix and mumbled something and choose a romantic movie. I smiled that he remembered I liked them.

the titanic

Getting up and turning off the lights sitting down next to me again. He handed me a pack of skittles. "Thanks." I said softly.

The movie started. It was so peaceful until the iceberg hit and it got sad, especially with the pilot decided to die inside of the titanic, I cried. i felt Harry's eyes on me, and I looked up at him.

"What?" I said sniffling my voice sounding off.

"Nothing, it's just the facial expressions you give." He said softly.

I laughed softly. He leaned over by me, and wiped the tears from off my cheeks. Sending me a soft smile. I was shocked by his movement. his eyes were focused on mine. He had began to lean in closer to me, his hand pressed on my cheek. he lips pressed to mine.

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