What The Papers Don't Say
I'm Sorry, Too
" Say that again ?" I raised an eyebrow.
" I'm just saying, there's another gentleman sitting right here." His fingers played with the straw hanging from his drink.
" That's funny, when you see one let me know" I meanly smiled.
" Fine. Did you get my text ?" Josh asked not ready to give up any minute now.
" No."
" Really ?"
" Actually yes, but I ignored that shit."
" What's your problem ?" His knuckles spasming into a fist.
" Why can't you just leave me alone ? You're the one who cheated !" I spased.
Next thing I know my body is pushed and scratched against the rough surface of the brick wall. Two pair of hands holding my wrists against my will leaving no chance of escaping the unwanted grip.
" Dude ! What the fuck ?" I yelled in both pain and frustration.
" When I ask you what's your problem, you answer me !" He hissed as his skintight clench was sure to leave marks on my tiny wrist.
" Get off !" I screamed in help over the loud music.
" Where's Harry now ?" He whispered closely into my ear making me struggle even more .
" Right here." I heard the familiar husky voice as Josh's grip and body were ripped off of me.
" You never treat her like that ! Or any lady !" Harry spat punching him in the face.
" Stop !" I protested gripping his flexing biceps preventing a second punch.
" I-I'm sorry-y." Harry apologized noticing the fear in my eyes.
" Can we just go home ?" I complained quietly as the music turned off and eyes roaming the recent situation in horror.
I didn't need an answer to my question as I walked out of Zayn's place not wanting anything to do with this anymore. My shaky fingers wiped the trails of the tears away. I unlocked the car not giving Harry permission to drive judging by his bloody knuckles.
" What was going on ?" He asked sitting down.
" Can we not talk about this ?" I answered with another question without maintaining eye contact.
My bruised wrists reached for the first aid kit as my free one close the cabinet.
" What did he say ?" Harry walked clutching his hands as if that helps with the pain.
" Just sit." I instructed at the chair tearing open the large sized bandage.
" Will you at least talk to me ?" He kept his hand steady as I applied pressure.
" What do you want me to say ? What ? The fact that my ex just freaking pinned me against-"
" I'm sorry." Harry interrupted me.
" I'm sorry too." A tear fell as his normal hand brushed it away.
" At least you made it there in time. I don't know what would've happened if you did-"
My blabbering was interrupted once more, only this time having his lips tangling over mine.
" I'm just saying, there's another gentleman sitting right here." His fingers played with the straw hanging from his drink.
" That's funny, when you see one let me know" I meanly smiled.
" Fine. Did you get my text ?" Josh asked not ready to give up any minute now.
" No."
" Really ?"
" Actually yes, but I ignored that shit."
" What's your problem ?" His knuckles spasming into a fist.
" Why can't you just leave me alone ? You're the one who cheated !" I spased.
Next thing I know my body is pushed and scratched against the rough surface of the brick wall. Two pair of hands holding my wrists against my will leaving no chance of escaping the unwanted grip.
" Dude ! What the fuck ?" I yelled in both pain and frustration.
" When I ask you what's your problem, you answer me !" He hissed as his skintight clench was sure to leave marks on my tiny wrist.
" Get off !" I screamed in help over the loud music.
" Where's Harry now ?" He whispered closely into my ear making me struggle even more .
" Right here." I heard the familiar husky voice as Josh's grip and body were ripped off of me.
" You never treat her like that ! Or any lady !" Harry spat punching him in the face.
" Stop !" I protested gripping his flexing biceps preventing a second punch.
" I-I'm sorry-y." Harry apologized noticing the fear in my eyes.
" Can we just go home ?" I complained quietly as the music turned off and eyes roaming the recent situation in horror.
I didn't need an answer to my question as I walked out of Zayn's place not wanting anything to do with this anymore. My shaky fingers wiped the trails of the tears away. I unlocked the car not giving Harry permission to drive judging by his bloody knuckles.
" What was going on ?" He asked sitting down.
" Can we not talk about this ?" I answered with another question without maintaining eye contact.
My bruised wrists reached for the first aid kit as my free one close the cabinet.
" What did he say ?" Harry walked clutching his hands as if that helps with the pain.
" Just sit." I instructed at the chair tearing open the large sized bandage.
" Will you at least talk to me ?" He kept his hand steady as I applied pressure.
" What do you want me to say ? What ? The fact that my ex just freaking pinned me against-"
" I'm sorry." Harry interrupted me.
" I'm sorry too." A tear fell as his normal hand brushed it away.
" At least you made it there in time. I don't know what would've happened if you did-"
My blabbering was interrupted once more, only this time having his lips tangling over mine.
Ok, thnx so much
2/17/13