The first few minutes were spent in an awkward silence
I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair, as I descended myself onto the couch. Harry just glared at me as if the whole thing was my fault and stayed quiet, silently looking at me to break the ice.

“What?” I asked irritated.

He didn’t respond to me and rather just looked out the window.

“See you can’t even answer me!” I fumed my voice raising.

“Can’t you just shut the hell up, you’re so damn annoying” he turned and scowled at me.

I felt my body tense up, he almost reminded me of… him. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and forced myself back to the present, this is Harry, not him. Harry seemed to notice my muscles tense and his brows scrunched in confusion.

“What.” his tone was flat.

“I don’t know what you mean?” my body shifted uncomfortably.

“You looked like you’ve seen a ghost” he pointed out, slightly annoyed.

I don’t want to talk about it. Not to Harry of all people, he’ll just make fun of me or take advantage of my vulnerability. Please don’t mention anything my mind was begging.

“It’s nothing” I whispered.

“No tell me, it doesn’t seem like nothing. What? Do I scare you?” a smirk plastered across his face.

He really does know how to push my buttons.

“I don’t want to talk about it, and it’s none of your damn business anyway.” I snap

“Ooh, someone’s feisty” he responded. You could practically see the devil behind his eyes.

I flipped him off and turned my back around so I wasn’t facing him.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you, all I did was ask a question!” his voice was raising.

Suddenly the sun was blocked as his figure stood in front of me. I felt as if someone shrunk me by how tall he was. Slowly my confidence started slipping away.

“A question that I didn’t want to answer that you kept pressing me about!” I defended

“Look I’m just trying to start a conversation, but you keep on acting like a bitch about it, so don’t blame me on this.” Wow. Harry not yelling at me. That’s a first.

“Fine. We have a few hours to kill so how about we tell each other about ourselves.” I recommended. He seemed to think about it for a second before answering me.

“Okay.”

“But if something is too personal, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s make up a code for it.”

“A code?” He asked looking at me with confusion in his eyes.

“Yes. How about ‘Red’?”

“Okay. I don’t really give a fuck. I just want this night to be over with.”

“Okay, so what’s your favorite color?” I asked, not really knowing what to ask him.

“You’re so fucking lame, but it’s black.”

“I figured.” I mumbled under my breath but he heard me anyways.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. You just wear black or white all the time so I’m not surprised that it’s your favorite color.”

“My turn. Are you a virgin?” I wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face so fucking bad. Of course he would ask such a personal question.

“Harry. Red.”

“Why? Are you too embarrassed to tell me?” He smiled, an evil smile.

“Harry, stop. We decided on the word red. Don’t push it.” I practically begged him, suddenly feeling my heart rip to pieces once again.

“Okay. Okay. How was your childhood?”

“Umm it was good, until I turned 16. Everything went downward from then.” I can’t believe I’m talking to Harry about my childhood.

“Why? What happened?” His tone changed from playful to serious all of a sudden.

“Harry I really don’t want to talk about it. Red.”I once again told him.

“Well you’re not really telling me anything here.”

“Maybe because you’re asking me personal questions that I’m not ready to talk about. Not just with you, but with anyone.” I replied, my tone harsh.

“You’re being so damn difficult.” He yelled raking his hand through his already messy hair.

“How am I being difficult if I don’t want to talk about my personal life? My childhood is none of your concern.” I practically scream at him. Each second reminding me more of my past. I decided to put the pain aside for now and be the bigger person here by trying once more.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, I just hate to talk about it, so please don’t bring it up anymore. It’s my turn anyways.” He stays silent, not looking at me.

“Why do you hate me?” My voice was so low it almost sounded like a whisper.

Notes

Hey guys! So this is the first chapter that me and Brittney wrote together. Its a mixture of both of our writings. I hope you all liked it. annnddd its their first actual conversation! Let me know what you think will happen next. ;) VOTE. COMMENT. SUBSCRIBE.
love y'all.