Hunters POV.

I heard faint noises not to close from me, causing me to wake up. It was dark, the only light coming from outside. I looked over and saw a silhouette of someone by the window. I squinted my eyes a little more and quickly recognized it was Harry. What was he doing up so late?

As soon as I tried to stand up, I felt the pain shoot through my head. I cringed at the sudden throbs and brought my hand up to my head, rubbing it. I sighed and sat up fully, not paying attention to Harry in my peripheral.

When the pain stopped, I slowly stood up and faced the right side of the room. “Well look who is up” I stared at him, well his silhouette since it’s all I can see in the dark right now. My head was still having little shots of pain but I chose to ignore it. Man, I do not know what cause such pain my head but it hurts like hell.

I picked up my pillows and covers then made my way over to my bed. I laid the pillows and covers on my bed and turn to harry again. “What is that suppose too mean?” I could tell he was doing that stupid smirk right now. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard him chuckle.

As always, I didn’t get an answer from him but right now I was still in too much pain to think. I turn back around and fixed up my bed. I went over to the dresser and picked up my phone, checking the time. It was 5:45? Goodness, how long did I actually sleep? “You slept for a long time.” As if he heard my thoughts. I shrugged my shoulders and shut my screen off.

That’s when I actually looked at the dresser. Wait, where did the stuff on top of it go? That’s when I looked back at Harry who was picking up stuff. I walked across the room and over to him. There was broken glass and shattered pieces of objects over here. “What the hell happen?” He finished picking up some more glass and threw it away before facing me.

“You happened.” He went back to cleaning up as I just continued to stare at him. Me? What the heck did I do? I had no clue what he meant right now and I didn’t want to think of about since it would only hurt my head more. I decided to just go take a shower not only because I needed one after a long sleep according to Harry but because I felt like I and to many feelings going on and I don’t know why.

Usually when I have to take a shower for more than one reason, it’s because Im feeling some type of way after my usual blackouts or I have a mixture of emotions. But I don’t remember having a blackout, im pretty sure Harry would have told me though. Im 100% sure he knows the difference between my usual pissed off attitude and having a black out.

I gathered all I needed and headed to the bathroom. Before heading back in, I look back at Harry. Did he do that last night or was it me? He seems okay with it. That there is broken glasses and objects on the floor and me not remembering anything of some sort last night.

Harrys POV.

I continued to pick up the mess from last night but the only thing I could really focus on was the fact that she didn’t know what happened yesterday. I don’t know if she was joking or if she seriously just forgot. I heard the start in the bathroom, letting me know she was in the shower.

Once I was picking up the big pieces, I went into the closet in the hallway next to the living room and grabbed the broom and the dustpan and went back into the room to start sweeping. I went over to the mess and started to sweep it into a big pile so it would be easier to put in the dustpan. After putting it into the pile, I swept it all into the dustpan and dumped it into the trash can next to my bed.

I went back to the closet and put the stuff back. When I came back into the room, the shower was off. Good, now I can take a shower. I went over to my bed and grabbed a shirt, sweats, and a pair of boxers and laid it on the bed.

I heard the door open which caused me to look up. She came out, a confused look on her face as she examined her wrists. Why was she examining her wrists? She shrugged her shoulders and dropped her arms while still walking over to her bed. That’s when I saw them. Finger print marks. Wrapped around her wrists as if someone was holding her. Which in my case, was me. Great no I added more marks on here. I really need to stop touching people.

I sighed and push my hair back before getting up and grabbing my stuff and heading over to the bathroom. “We need to talk.” I stopped in front of the doorway and looked over my shoulder. I could feel her eyes staring at me but I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded and then went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I set my stuff down on the counter and went over to the shower and turned it on. The steam quickly engulf the bathroom. I like my showers really really hot, makes me feel cleaner. I peeled off my clothes and put them in the dirty clothes hamper that Hunter has yelled so much at me about.

I push back the shower curtains and stepped in. The water stung as it hit my body but I just stood in it, feeling my body quickly relax to the new temperature. I wonder what she wanted to talk about? Were we even going to talk? Or was it more of an “I ask questions and you answer them” kind of talk? I don’t know but I’m pretty sure I know what it’s about.

I finished my shower and turned off the water. I got out and grabbed my towel, drying myself off. Once finished, I hung it on the towel rack and put on my clothes. I hesitated whether or not I should come out or not. I really didn’t want to have this talk with her. It’s scary actually that we are having a talk let alone being civil to each other. I just don’t want to tell her what I did.

“Come on Harry and stop stalling!” Well then. There was no point in trying to hide away in here. I sighed and opened the door but she wasn’t in the room. Where did she even go? “In the living room!!” What is she, a mind reader? I went over to my side of the room and grabbed my phone.
I headed into the living room and saw her sitting there on the couch, facing the blank TV. I stopped for a moment and just looked at her. She looked scared as to what she about to hear or something. Shit, I probably would be to if I blacked out and don’t remember it.

I continued to walk over and sat down. The sofa had three seats on it so she was on the far left and I was on the far right. I stared at the blank TV just like she did and didn’t say anything. No one said nothing for a long period of time. She the sound of crickets from outside chirping in the early morning occupying our ears.

“What did you mean I happened?” We were still both staring at the TV when she asked me this. I mean where should I even start. I didn’t know how to answer this question. My mind was swarming with different ways as to sum it all up in once sentence. And finally, I picked one from the big mess inside my head.

“You completely freaked out on me.”

Hunters POV.

I blacked out. That’s exactly what happened. I knew it as soon as he said those words. I had a feeling about it when I first woke up and now my suspicions were put to rest when he told me this.My eyes shifted to the ground, unable to look up.

“Hunter it’s-“

“What did I do?” I felt bad for interrupting him because I wanted to her what he was going to say. I wanted to hear him say it okay and that im fine now but even if he did it still wouldn’t change the fact that he seen a part of me that I wanted no one to every see. It was such a bad place to go to.

“What?” I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head. “What did I do? What happened to set me off?” I had a few ideas as to what he said. I knew it had to be him though. Why else would I have had a blackout? I only have ones that involve other people and what they say.

“I...I called you-“I could help but let out a soft chuckled while shaking my head. Was he serious right now? He couldn’t even tell me what he called me right now but he didn’t have a problem saying it yesterday. “Why is it so hard for you to say? Just say it.” This earned a sigh from him and a cold stone look to the floor from me.

“I called you a big narcissistic slut” Oooooooh so that’s what he called me. Well I can see why I got so mad at him. He knew I hated that word. It was one of the words that gets people ass beat by me. I mean most people wouldn’t even get that mad at it since they know they aren’t one. I’m not a slut but I have my reasons as to why it gets me so mad.

“So what did I do after that?” This question really got him. I looked over at him for a response but he was too busy looking for a good way to say it and I knew that. I wanted to see his face when he described what I did. I saw him take in a hue breath before letting it all out.

“Well you came out to me and asked me what I said so I said it again. You looked beyond pissed but walked away. I thought it was over so I turn to walk away and right before I went in the direction of my bed, you threw a candle holder at me. So I turned around and called your name as a warning. I started to come close to you but you threw another one but I ducked before it could hit me. Then you started knocking stuff of the shelves and then came at me. You started hitting me and punching me so I grabbed you wrist and...”

That’s when he stopped. I stared at him the whole time he explained what I did and by the looks of it, it frightened him. But I wanted to know what he did to stop me. What he did to calm me down. I had a feeling he was getting to that but stopped himself.

I motioned for him to keep going. Was he afraid of how I would react to what he did? I hope it wasn’t what I thought it was. “I … I held you.” I felt my body freeze. I quickly looked away from him and back down at the floor. I felt his eyes wander on me before looking away. He what?
Why did he hold me? He could have just done something else, mean or nice but why hold me? And why did it make me calm down? I had too many questions rushing all around my head and the dead silence was making it worse. I didn’t really know what to say. How do I even respond to that? I said the only thing that I could get out at the moment.

“Oh.” I fumbled with my fingers as he did the same with his. Well this was really awkward. I hate awkward moments. I still had lots of questions to ask him but I wanted to ask him that I truly wanted an answer to. “Did I scare you?” I looked over at him and he just continued to stare at the TV. Eyes going everywhere, but me.

“You can be honest, I truly want to know.” He still fell quiet but I think he knew that I seriously wanted an answer. “Yes.” That’s when I felt my insides turn. If I could scare someone who I hated more than anything that just proves that I am crazy. “Wow, im such a wreck.” I shook my head and sighed. This needs to stop.

“No you’re not Hunter. You just had a simple blackout, your fine.” My quickly stood up and faced him. “That’s the thing Harry! They aren’t simple. They aren’t even normal! My blackouts is like someone going on a rampage and I can’t stop them! It’s hard for me to keep my anger down when I’ve been through too much! And the worst part is, I can’t control them.” I felt myself on the verge of tears.

Wow I have been crying a lot lately. By this time I was by the window and facing away from him. I heard him get up and made his way towards me. I could feel his presence behind me. I was silently sobbing to myself but im pretty sure he could hear me.

“Look, I know how you feel. I do.” I felt his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off and whipped around, looking at him. “How do you know? How do you know what it feels like? No one knows how it feels to be trapped in a person who has such horrible anger and can’t do a damn thing about it!” At this point, I could stop the tears from escaping.

“I understand because I use to have them to.” I looked up at him and I read it in his eyes. His look was almost sincere, as if he cared. Did he? And then he did something. Something that shocked me for a moment. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him.

I was a little shocked and wierded out but it at first but then I soon relaxed into him.Thats when i broke down, completely. I took this time to inhale his scent. He smelt like that Irish soap that I love mixed with vanilla. He smelt great to me honest. I don’t know if I was just in one of my moments or if I actually wanted this, but it felt right.

It felt right to be held in his arms. For some unknown reason, I felt safe. I felt like nothing could hurt me. And that’s when I knew, he meant more to me then my enemy. He reminded me of my mom. In this moment, he was just like her. Maybe this could change. Maybe, we could change.
But it didn’t matter what I thought, because it looks like that was going to happen in this moment and in this time.

Notes

Hey guys! So sorry for not updating in a LOOOOONG time! I almost cried in this chapter lol. I dont know why though. I think it;s just so sweet!

What did you think of this chapter? Harrys thoughts? Hunter thoughts?