Harrys POV.

Good, I struck a nerve. She looked pissed, like super pissed. I mean to the point where she was shaking, and I didn’t see her face. She thought she was going to make me beyond mad, but not this time.

I was about to turn away when she pushed me around. I stumbled but regained my balance. I turn to face her and was about to say something before she beat me to it. “What the hell did you say?” When I fully faced her, she looked completely different.

Her eyes. They were different. They weren’t the light blue they always were. They were a deep, dark shade of icy blue ones. It didn’t look right. She didn’t look right and for second, I was scared.

“You heard what I said. You’re a big narcissistic slut.” Okay, now that did it. She was breathing hard, real hard. She stared at me with a cruel look before spinning around and walking away. I thought it was over so I turned away and headed back to my bed.

BOOM! I flinched before opening eyes and staring at the broken mess before me. I slowly turned around and looked at Hunter. She was staring at me and holding another glass candle holder in her hand. Okay, this girl was crazy. Did she really just through a candle holder at me? This definitely wasn’t her.

“Hunter…” I cautiously started coming towards her but she threw another one at me, ducking before it could hit me. “Hunter, stop!” But she didn’t. Instead, she got worse. She started knocking things of the shelves, everything falling and breaking at the impact.

“HUNTER I SAID STOP!” She stopped all movements and just stared at me. She wasn’t that far from me, just in arm’s length. I didn’t know what to do. There was a long silence before she just came at me.

She started hitting me, repeatedly. “FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH HARRY!” She did nothing but scream and hit me. I shielded myself from her blows, trying to get her to stop. What was wrong with her?

“Hunter, stop it!” It’s like she was a whole different person. She’s never done this before and frankly, it was scary seeing her like this. I didn’t like it. This is the first time I ever seen her likes this.

She raised her fist to hit me again but I quickly grabbed her wrist and holding it so she could stop. “LET GO OF ME! NOW!” I ignored her request and instead grabbed her other wrist, resulting in her frantically trying to pull away.

“Hunter calm down!” She had already started to hyperventilate and I didn’t know what to do. I thought of one thing but I didn’t know how she would react to it if I did it. Then again, it was better than having her hitting me again.

So I did of the only thing that I thought was fine at this moment. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me. She was shaking very badly and all I wanted to do was make it stop, make her calm down until she was okay. “Im not a slut…im not” I could hear her voice crack and she slowly started to calm down.

In all honesty, it hurt. Physically and emotionally. I mean yea, my body was aching from her hitting me but also at the fact that she lost her mind just because of what I called her. I didn’t know it would push her to the edge.

“Shhh, its okay. You’re not a slut, you’re not. Its okay. I'm sorry.” She stopped fighting me and broke down. Her cries and sniffles filling up the room. I caressed her in my arms while brushing her hair, soothing her in the best way possible.

She slowly started to fall so I brought both of us down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Right now, I wasn’t thinking about how much I hate her or how much she pissed me off. Right now, I was thinking about making her feel okay and making sure she was calm down.

I kept shushing her until her cries stop and nothing but her sniffles were surrounding us. I still held her until I felt like it was okay to let her go. I stopped brushing down her hair and was about remove my arm from around her before I felt her grabbed my arm.

“Stay…please?” I looked down at her, our eyes meeting each others. They weren’t their normal ones either but they weren’t the dark ones I saw earlier either. They were a soft, dull blue. As if the life was being sucked right out of her.

I slowly nodded and she cuddled into me once again in the same position she was in before. I wrapped my arm around her again and pulled her close to me. To me, this didn’t seem wrong. I felt bad. For making her act like this.

First it was the bruise, and now making her act like something totally different then how she really is? I really am I fuck up. In the mist of all my thinking, I heard soft snores and looked down to see her sleep.

I smiled to myself at how peaceful she looked. This moment reminded me of us on the bus. How she looked so peaceful and harmless laying against me. I mentally slapped myself and sighed. I was acting weird and thinking weird.

It was dark. We spent hours laying like that. Her falling asleep and me just starting out the window at the moon. I can’t believe we were like this for a couple of hours. And it all those hours, no one bad thought came to mind. I could only think about her and how she must feel right now and what she might be dreaming about.

I was careful sliding from beside her, making sure she was propped up on the wall so I could get up. Once I did, I stood up and went over to the bed, stepping over the glass and broken picture frames that were thrown earlier.

I went over to her bed and grabbed her pillows and her blanket. I went back over to her and laid the pillows down in a comfortable position so she wouldn’t wake up. I laid her down and placed the covers over her.

She stirred a little but cuddled into the covers, falling back into a peaceful slumber. I watched her, how she slept. Smiling to myself, I turned away and walked over to where she threw the candles at me.

Notes

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