Stuck In A Room With Harry
Chapter 21
Harrys POV.
My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the right sunlight coming through the window a couple feet away from me. I took a second to just lay there and fully wake up. Also to think. I hate that I think as soon as I wake up, it’s weird honestly.
I pulled the covers off and sat up, swinging my feet off the bed. As I stretched, I heard the faint cracking of the bones in my body and yawning in the process. For some reason something told me to look over my shoulder, which I did, and saw Hunter up.
She was sitting on her bed, legs criss crossed, and staring at the wall. Confused as to why she was like that but not wanting to talk to her right now, I got and stretched once again.
“They left us here.” I stopped and turn to her. What the hell was she talking about?
“What do you mean they left us here?” She turned to me and sighed. “They fucking left us here! Meaning they physically got up, got in the van, and left.” I was still confused. Not because they left, but why they didn’t get us.
“They switched the fucking door knobs around so they could lock us in.” Okay now I get it. Why would leave me here with her? I can’t freaking believe this. I hurriedly went over to the door and started to jiggle to knob, forcefully trying to get it open.
“Will you stop!? It’s no fucking use anyway. I already tried.” I groaned loudly and hit the door, out of frustration. I went back over to the bed I slept on and sat down, out of luck. I shook my head and stared at the ground. “Why would they leave me here with you?” spoken at the same time.
We both looked at each other, her ending up rolling her eyes at me. I groaned and got up, walking over to my bag to get some fresh clothes out and laying them in the bed. I pulled out a Ramones t-shirt and some sweats.
“There better be towels in here…” I picked up my clothes and headed towards the bathroom. “Oh shut up!” I slammed the door and decided to play into her game. “You shut up!!” I headed over to the shower and turned it on, letting the sound of the water drown out her failed attempts to insult me.
Hunters POV.
God he pisses me off. I knew he turned on the water to drown me out which only irritated me more. I groaned and got up from the bed, heading over to the door. Im going to keep trying to open this door. I mean there has to be a way because I can’t stay in here with him.
I kept pulling and jiggling the handle until my body was getting tired and my mind was telling me to give up and suck it up. I sighed in defeat and headed back to my bed, trudging my feet. By the time I sat down, assface had came out the bathroom.
“Took you long enough.” The sound of a high pitched voice mimicked mine but I chose to ignore it. “Awh is the little baby mad now?” Oh god, here he goes again.I was not going to play into his shitty games. He would enjoy pissing me off and he knew he could do that just by doing the little things.
I got up and picked out some outfit I could longue in. I got up and headed towards the bathroom. “Oh she’s ignoring me now, how cute.” Okay now those sarcastic tones is starting to piss me off. I stepped into the bathroom and before I closed the door I turned around. “Better than arguing with a prick.”
I shut the door and smiled to myself, shutting him up for now. I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. I swear it’s like this boy wanted me to kill him or something. He left ALL his shit in the bathroom, not bothering to pick any of it up.
I huffed really loudly, loud enough for him to hear me and instead of saying something to him about it, I cleaned it up myself. I picked up his clothes and put it in the dirty clothes hamper in the back corner, folded up the towel he used and put it back in one of the shelves, hung his rag that he used for his body, and cleaned off the counter full of his stuff.
Once finished, I opened the bathroom door and peeked out to give him a piece of my mind but the scene in front of me held me from it.
There he was. Standing there in nothing but his underwear, showing off his tattoos. His hair was still damp, causing water droplets to fall into his skin that was once dry. I didn’t know what to say or do for that matter and the only thing that made it better was that he didn’t see me.
I continued to stare until I came back to my mental state. Okay, not supposed to oogling at some gut that I hate. I hurriedly went back into the bathroom and closed the door quietly. I turned so my back was leaning against the door. I felt uneasy. Not because of what I saw, but how it made me feel.
I didn’t fell disgusted or hatred. Just pure bliss and a sense of intrigueness? I don’t know, but it wasn’t what I was used to. I shook the feeling away and went over to the shower, turning on the water and making sure it was on the hottest temperature.
I took of my clothes and just so happen to look into the mirror, seeing that bruise again. Faint memories of what happened that night came back to me and I felt like I was silently choking on a hopeless call.
The bruise was still prominent but not as much as it was 2 days ago. I sighed a shaky breath, holding back the tears and got in the shower. The piercing hot water stung every single part of my body but nevertheless, it felt good.
It felt good. Like it was washing every single feeling I had, every single memory that was bad. Anything that felt cold and hurt me more ways than one, rinsed away by the simple touch of water.
The one memory that I wanted to keep, was the tone of Harry’s voice when he realized what he was doing. I don’t think he was in his right mind after what he did. It was like, it scared him. Him, himself scared himself. If that makes sense.
I don’t think he meant do it though. Out of all the times I called him a gay boy, he had never gotten so mad to the point where he would put his hands on me. I know he hates me to the core, just like I do him, but we would never hit each other.
A knock on the door took me away from my cloudy thinking. “What?” I yelled, clearly annoyed that he took me out of my thinking. “Are you that dirty!?” Okay, he really wanted to start this shit up again.
“SHUTUP HARRY!” I heard him chuckle and then silence. I sighed and finished washing myself, turning the water off. I got out and wrapped the towel around me, heading over the counter. I opened it, in desperate need on a pad. Yes, I started my period.
The only good thing about my period is that it lasts 3 days! That’s good and I mean that’s the ONLY good thing about my period. The cramps and shit feels like someone is repeatedly stabbing me in the lower stomach but I can’t die.
I finally found a left over pack of pads and mentally thank god that they were still here. Just a reminder, every year when I came here, I spent one day in this room so most of my toiletries were still here.
I went over the counter and grabbed my panties. Unwrapping the pad, I took of the 2 tabs that keep the wings from sticking and place the pad in my underwear, wrapping the wings around it. I pulled on my panties and went on the put on my other clothes.
Once finished, I grabbed my towel and folded it and putting it in the towel holder. I put my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and headed for the door. I opened the door and walk straight to my bed.
I could feel eyes on me and I made my way over so I stopped and decided to just play into his little game. “Is there a problem with your eyes harry?” I turn to look at him and his eyes were fixated on a certain area on my body.
I closely followed to what he was looking at and realized that I forgot to over the bruise he made a couple days ago. The look he had was a worrisome look and it made me feel bad for him just a little.
I don’t think he saw me look at what he was looking at so I played it off and quickly made it to my bed, throwing covers over me as I sat down. I stared at the blank TV in front of us while the silence flowed through the room.
I don’t want him to feel bad about what he did, in all honesty. I know I hate the kid but he needs to get over it and know that im fine. Im not seriously injured and the bruise will go away. I mean he can’t feel that bad, can he?
Harrys POV.
I felt like complete shit again.
The bruise was still very evident on her arm and it only made me want to die in a hole somewhere. I never would have thought that I could do that to someone, a girl even. I couldn’t believe I blanked out over what she called me.
I know it shouldn’t have gotten to me that bad but it really hurts deep down, even coming from someone you hate it still hurts. I tried so hard to put that in the past but the 2 words keep surfacing into my head whenever she calls me it.
“Gay boy”. I don’t like them. Not because of the sexuality, im fine with gay people. It’s just that im NOT gay and the fact that people call me that only brings down my confidence and this is why my temper is so bad. That and the part of what happen to me when I was younger.
I just…im...i don’t know right now. I want to say something but I know she is going to turn it into an argument and right now, I don’t want that. Too much stress on me and on her. Deep down in the inside, I know that were both tired of fighting but I don’t know what else to do when it comes to her.
I know eventually, we have to come to terms and talk about it like civil people. But for right now, im going to sit and let this whole thing play out for itself. Maybe it might go for the good.
I’m hoping.
My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the right sunlight coming through the window a couple feet away from me. I took a second to just lay there and fully wake up. Also to think. I hate that I think as soon as I wake up, it’s weird honestly.
I pulled the covers off and sat up, swinging my feet off the bed. As I stretched, I heard the faint cracking of the bones in my body and yawning in the process. For some reason something told me to look over my shoulder, which I did, and saw Hunter up.
She was sitting on her bed, legs criss crossed, and staring at the wall. Confused as to why she was like that but not wanting to talk to her right now, I got and stretched once again.
“They left us here.” I stopped and turn to her. What the hell was she talking about?
“What do you mean they left us here?” She turned to me and sighed. “They fucking left us here! Meaning they physically got up, got in the van, and left.” I was still confused. Not because they left, but why they didn’t get us.
“They switched the fucking door knobs around so they could lock us in.” Okay now I get it. Why would leave me here with her? I can’t freaking believe this. I hurriedly went over to the door and started to jiggle to knob, forcefully trying to get it open.
“Will you stop!? It’s no fucking use anyway. I already tried.” I groaned loudly and hit the door, out of frustration. I went back over to the bed I slept on and sat down, out of luck. I shook my head and stared at the ground. “Why would they leave me here with you?” spoken at the same time.
We both looked at each other, her ending up rolling her eyes at me. I groaned and got up, walking over to my bag to get some fresh clothes out and laying them in the bed. I pulled out a Ramones t-shirt and some sweats.
“There better be towels in here…” I picked up my clothes and headed towards the bathroom. “Oh shut up!” I slammed the door and decided to play into her game. “You shut up!!” I headed over to the shower and turned it on, letting the sound of the water drown out her failed attempts to insult me.
Hunters POV.
God he pisses me off. I knew he turned on the water to drown me out which only irritated me more. I groaned and got up from the bed, heading over to the door. Im going to keep trying to open this door. I mean there has to be a way because I can’t stay in here with him.
I kept pulling and jiggling the handle until my body was getting tired and my mind was telling me to give up and suck it up. I sighed in defeat and headed back to my bed, trudging my feet. By the time I sat down, assface had came out the bathroom.
“Took you long enough.” The sound of a high pitched voice mimicked mine but I chose to ignore it. “Awh is the little baby mad now?” Oh god, here he goes again.I was not going to play into his shitty games. He would enjoy pissing me off and he knew he could do that just by doing the little things.
I got up and picked out some outfit I could longue in. I got up and headed towards the bathroom. “Oh she’s ignoring me now, how cute.” Okay now those sarcastic tones is starting to piss me off. I stepped into the bathroom and before I closed the door I turned around. “Better than arguing with a prick.”
I shut the door and smiled to myself, shutting him up for now. I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. I swear it’s like this boy wanted me to kill him or something. He left ALL his shit in the bathroom, not bothering to pick any of it up.
I huffed really loudly, loud enough for him to hear me and instead of saying something to him about it, I cleaned it up myself. I picked up his clothes and put it in the dirty clothes hamper in the back corner, folded up the towel he used and put it back in one of the shelves, hung his rag that he used for his body, and cleaned off the counter full of his stuff.
Once finished, I opened the bathroom door and peeked out to give him a piece of my mind but the scene in front of me held me from it.
There he was. Standing there in nothing but his underwear, showing off his tattoos. His hair was still damp, causing water droplets to fall into his skin that was once dry. I didn’t know what to say or do for that matter and the only thing that made it better was that he didn’t see me.
I continued to stare until I came back to my mental state. Okay, not supposed to oogling at some gut that I hate. I hurriedly went back into the bathroom and closed the door quietly. I turned so my back was leaning against the door. I felt uneasy. Not because of what I saw, but how it made me feel.
I didn’t fell disgusted or hatred. Just pure bliss and a sense of intrigueness? I don’t know, but it wasn’t what I was used to. I shook the feeling away and went over to the shower, turning on the water and making sure it was on the hottest temperature.
I took of my clothes and just so happen to look into the mirror, seeing that bruise again. Faint memories of what happened that night came back to me and I felt like I was silently choking on a hopeless call.
The bruise was still prominent but not as much as it was 2 days ago. I sighed a shaky breath, holding back the tears and got in the shower. The piercing hot water stung every single part of my body but nevertheless, it felt good.
It felt good. Like it was washing every single feeling I had, every single memory that was bad. Anything that felt cold and hurt me more ways than one, rinsed away by the simple touch of water.
The one memory that I wanted to keep, was the tone of Harry’s voice when he realized what he was doing. I don’t think he was in his right mind after what he did. It was like, it scared him. Him, himself scared himself. If that makes sense.
I don’t think he meant do it though. Out of all the times I called him a gay boy, he had never gotten so mad to the point where he would put his hands on me. I know he hates me to the core, just like I do him, but we would never hit each other.
A knock on the door took me away from my cloudy thinking. “What?” I yelled, clearly annoyed that he took me out of my thinking. “Are you that dirty!?” Okay, he really wanted to start this shit up again.
“SHUTUP HARRY!” I heard him chuckle and then silence. I sighed and finished washing myself, turning the water off. I got out and wrapped the towel around me, heading over the counter. I opened it, in desperate need on a pad. Yes, I started my period.
The only good thing about my period is that it lasts 3 days! That’s good and I mean that’s the ONLY good thing about my period. The cramps and shit feels like someone is repeatedly stabbing me in the lower stomach but I can’t die.
I finally found a left over pack of pads and mentally thank god that they were still here. Just a reminder, every year when I came here, I spent one day in this room so most of my toiletries were still here.
I went over the counter and grabbed my panties. Unwrapping the pad, I took of the 2 tabs that keep the wings from sticking and place the pad in my underwear, wrapping the wings around it. I pulled on my panties and went on the put on my other clothes.
Once finished, I grabbed my towel and folded it and putting it in the towel holder. I put my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and headed for the door. I opened the door and walk straight to my bed.
I could feel eyes on me and I made my way over so I stopped and decided to just play into his little game. “Is there a problem with your eyes harry?” I turn to look at him and his eyes were fixated on a certain area on my body.
I closely followed to what he was looking at and realized that I forgot to over the bruise he made a couple days ago. The look he had was a worrisome look and it made me feel bad for him just a little.
I don’t think he saw me look at what he was looking at so I played it off and quickly made it to my bed, throwing covers over me as I sat down. I stared at the blank TV in front of us while the silence flowed through the room.
I don’t want him to feel bad about what he did, in all honesty. I know I hate the kid but he needs to get over it and know that im fine. Im not seriously injured and the bruise will go away. I mean he can’t feel that bad, can he?
Harrys POV.
I felt like complete shit again.
The bruise was still very evident on her arm and it only made me want to die in a hole somewhere. I never would have thought that I could do that to someone, a girl even. I couldn’t believe I blanked out over what she called me.
I know it shouldn’t have gotten to me that bad but it really hurts deep down, even coming from someone you hate it still hurts. I tried so hard to put that in the past but the 2 words keep surfacing into my head whenever she calls me it.
“Gay boy”. I don’t like them. Not because of the sexuality, im fine with gay people. It’s just that im NOT gay and the fact that people call me that only brings down my confidence and this is why my temper is so bad. That and the part of what happen to me when I was younger.
I just…im...i don’t know right now. I want to say something but I know she is going to turn it into an argument and right now, I don’t want that. Too much stress on me and on her. Deep down in the inside, I know that were both tired of fighting but I don’t know what else to do when it comes to her.
I know eventually, we have to come to terms and talk about it like civil people. But for right now, im going to sit and let this whole thing play out for itself. Maybe it might go for the good.
I’m hoping.
Notes
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