SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 9
Harry’s POV
“Bye Annie.” I smiled into her ocean blue eyes and closed the door behind me with every ounce of effort I had. I didn’t move down the stairs right away though. I stood there staring at my hand latched onto the railing.
So close. We were so close. I was so close to kissing her again. I let out a deep sigh and shook the thought out of my head. My curls bounced across my forehead and with one sweep of my hand I pushed them back on top of my head as I began to descent.
I got to the bottom floor and peered around her gallery. A small smile perked at the corners of my mouth as I noticed some scenes that I recognized from a couple years ago. Annie was the type of artist that put her emotion into every brush stroke.
“Harry!” A girl squealed in surprise and I whirled to the direction of the voice: the supposed “back room” that Annie had told me about. I recognized the petite brunette girl that I had spoken to several hours earlier.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry love. I didn’t get your name before.”
“Oh! Right duh!” She waved her hand as she spoke with an accent that suggested she was all that. I felt my forehead wrinkle slightly in disgust. “I’m Carlton. Carlton Elaine. Annie’s assistant.” She said breathlessly like she was revealing the secret to my life.
“Ah. Annie’s assistant.” I nodded.
“Yeah! I just kind of help her run the place and then she’ll give me a few painting lessons here and there.” She explained the answer to a question I never asked. “She’s actually going to make room on the walls for the paintings that I’ve done so I can make a little extra cash.”
“Well congratulations.” I smiled. “Well it was nice meeting you.” I said when she didn’t respond.
“Wait Harry!” She yelped and I turned back around. “C—Could you—D—Do you mind maybe signing this for me? And could I maybe get a quick picture?” She asked her voice now becoming small and intimidated though I didn’t want her to feel that way. It’s just me.
I smiled. “Sure, or course.” I walked over to her and she handed me a photograph of myself. She also handed me a Sharpie and I scribbled a quick note and signed my name. I handed the photo back to her and she held her iPhone in front of us and snapped a quick picture.
“Harry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how do you know Annie?” She asked still using her shy voice.
Pain immediately ignited in my heart as my past replayed in my mind. “Oh we uh—we went to high school together in London. She—uh—We—uh dated for a few months.” I said and pretended to be mesmerized by my phone so I wouldn’t have to look her in the eyes as I said it.
“Holy shit.” She breathed and I chuckled still looking down at my phone.
I looked back up to see her gawking at me. I gave her a small smile and chuckled again. “Yeah well…You’ve got an amazing person as your mentor,” I pointed toward the stairwell as a reference to Annie, “She’s an amazing person.” I half mumbled to myself and looked back down at my phone.
“I can’t believe she never told me.”
“Well…let’s just say it didn’t end on the best of terms.” I said still unable to look her in the eye as I spoke.
“But, I mean I’ve talked about you and the rest of the boys to her before—oh!” I looked at her confused. “That’s why she always avoided the subject and pretty much looked in pain when I brought it up. I thought I’d been imagining things. Well now I just feel awful…” She kept mumbling to herself but I stopped listening. As soon as Carlton said that Annie looked almost in pain when I was the conversation topic made me feel sick to my stomach and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second to try to contain how much that hurt.
“I really should be going Carlton.” I said and she stopped talking immediately.
“Y—Yes of course. Sorry Harry. But uh—It was amazing to finally meet you.” She blushed.
“Well I appreciate that.” I smiled. I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed my driver. “Hey Ted. I’m done with what I needed to do here can you come get me? I’m at the Gallery of A. Thanks.” I said and clicked off.
Ted showed up several minutes later and I pushed through the glass doors. I put my sunglasses on immediately as I stepped outside as camera flashes from the paparazzi blinded me. They screamed my name in an assortment of wails and screams and asked what I’d been doing in the Gallery for so long. I kept my head down and shoved my phone into my pocket. Ted opened the door to the limo for me and I slid onto the leather seat with ease as Ted shut the door behind me. I looked back up at the building that I’d been drawn to. I’d been drawn to Annie.
Annie’s POV
It took Harry ten to fifteen minutes before I actually saw him exit my gallery. When Harry had left I’d gone to the window to watch him leave because I hadn’t been sure if it were the last time I’d see him in person for a while. Paparazzi and fans crowded around the gallery’s entrance as he waited for his driver to come to his rescue. It was even worse now than when I’d been with him. There were always some people around when we’d leave buildings but never a mob of big guys with big cameras.
When Harry’s limo disappeared around the corner I began to pace around my living room. I grew impatient as I waited for Peter to text me and tell me that he was at the entrance like he normally did when he got here. I shouldn’t be nervous because nothing actually happened…but something almost happened. I didn’t even know why I let it get that far with Harry. I’d told myself for months that I wouldn’t let him think he could just waltz back into my life and pretend like nothing had happened and pick up where we left off. I didn’t want to appear weak to him or to myself.
There were also so many unanswered questions I had about that horrible night. I thought he understood how I was feeling and where I stood, but clearly he didn’t. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been so blunt about what he said to me.
I was shaken from my thoughts as my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen and saw Peter’s text:
From Peter: Here
I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or nervous that he had sent me a one-word announcement of his arrival. Typically he would give me a sentence at least so I knew from this that he was incredibly angry with me. But he shouldn’t be…
I jogged down the stairs and when I entered my gallery I saw Peter standing outside the glass doors. I flinched when I saw his facial expression. He wore a look of pure rage with the corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyebrows kitted together. I unlocked the door tentatively and as soon as it clicked open Peter shoved the door open and latched onto my wrist and began pulling me toward the stairs toward my apartment.
“Peter!” I yelped in surprise and pain as his grip tightened on my wrist. “Peter you’re hurting me!” I yelled but he didn’t let me go. He gave a grunt to let me know that he had heard me perfectly and he was choosing to behave so aggressively.
We reached the door to my apartment and he shoved it open with another grunt. He took me by the shoulders and shoved me down onto the couch.
“Peter, what’s the matter with you!” I yelled as I rubbed my now throbbing shoulders.
“What’s the matter with me? You have the nerve to say that to my face Annie?”
“What the hell did I do!” I yelled.
“You know perfectly well what! You think that having a little get together with your ex fucking boyfriend is okay?”
“Nothing happened Peter!” I yelled.
“Why the fuck was he here Annie huh?” He bellowed.
“Stop screaming at me!” I yelled back as tears rimmed my eyes.
“I have every right to! Why the fuck was he here Annie!?”
I stood up at this annoyed with his confrontation. “I didn’t plan on him coming! He just walked into the gallery!”
“Bull fucking shit!”
“Why don’t you have any faith in me?” I said lowering my voice.
“You’re saying you’d be perfectly fine with me hanging out with my fucking ex girlfriend? I don’t fucking think so!” He growled.
“Well nothing happened!” I raised my voice again.
“But did he try something Annie!?” He yelled, his eyes turning to fire.
“I—He—“
“It’s a yes or no question Annie!”
“Well yeah but—“ I whimpered.
“God dammit Annie!” He screamed so loud that I flinched. “Ugh you ungrateful slut!”
“Peter!” I shrieked as I let tears stream out of my eyes.
Just then Peter did something that I never thought he would do. His left hand rose into the air and in the next instant I felt an agonizing pain searing in my left temple. I crumpled to the floor and screamed. I rested my fingers to the area of my head that was now throbbing unbearably. I pulled my fingers away tinted scarlet and just then my vision started to become blotchy. I looked up at Peter helplessly and was surprised to see regret in his eyes, but that didn’t justify the unimaginable action he just displayed.
He stepped toward me and started to help me. “Don’t touch me!” I yelped and pain shot through my temple again and my vision became even blotchier. Peter stood up and shuffled toward the door of my apartment and he leaved within minutes. I screamed as more pain gathered in my temple as more tears spilled out of my eyes. I looked down in horror as I saw a couple drops of my own blood splattered on the wood floor. I touched my fingers to my temple again and flinched as I felt the puddle of blood gathering on the side of my head. I let out small whimpers of pain as my arms gave out and I went crashing the rest of the way to the floor.
I rolled so that I was mostly on my side up was tilted up toward the ceiling. My breath was coming out in short raspy pants and I could barely see anything. Just as I felt like I was going to go unconscious a dark figure of a person appeared in the doorway of my apartment. They intruder took one look at my state and rushed over to me immediately as my vision went completely black. The world was silent.
“Bye Annie.” I smiled into her ocean blue eyes and closed the door behind me with every ounce of effort I had. I didn’t move down the stairs right away though. I stood there staring at my hand latched onto the railing.
So close. We were so close. I was so close to kissing her again. I let out a deep sigh and shook the thought out of my head. My curls bounced across my forehead and with one sweep of my hand I pushed them back on top of my head as I began to descent.
I got to the bottom floor and peered around her gallery. A small smile perked at the corners of my mouth as I noticed some scenes that I recognized from a couple years ago. Annie was the type of artist that put her emotion into every brush stroke.
“Harry!” A girl squealed in surprise and I whirled to the direction of the voice: the supposed “back room” that Annie had told me about. I recognized the petite brunette girl that I had spoken to several hours earlier.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry love. I didn’t get your name before.”
“Oh! Right duh!” She waved her hand as she spoke with an accent that suggested she was all that. I felt my forehead wrinkle slightly in disgust. “I’m Carlton. Carlton Elaine. Annie’s assistant.” She said breathlessly like she was revealing the secret to my life.
“Ah. Annie’s assistant.” I nodded.
“Yeah! I just kind of help her run the place and then she’ll give me a few painting lessons here and there.” She explained the answer to a question I never asked. “She’s actually going to make room on the walls for the paintings that I’ve done so I can make a little extra cash.”
“Well congratulations.” I smiled. “Well it was nice meeting you.” I said when she didn’t respond.
“Wait Harry!” She yelped and I turned back around. “C—Could you—D—Do you mind maybe signing this for me? And could I maybe get a quick picture?” She asked her voice now becoming small and intimidated though I didn’t want her to feel that way. It’s just me.
I smiled. “Sure, or course.” I walked over to her and she handed me a photograph of myself. She also handed me a Sharpie and I scribbled a quick note and signed my name. I handed the photo back to her and she held her iPhone in front of us and snapped a quick picture.
“Harry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how do you know Annie?” She asked still using her shy voice.
Pain immediately ignited in my heart as my past replayed in my mind. “Oh we uh—we went to high school together in London. She—uh—We—uh dated for a few months.” I said and pretended to be mesmerized by my phone so I wouldn’t have to look her in the eyes as I said it.
“Holy shit.” She breathed and I chuckled still looking down at my phone.
I looked back up to see her gawking at me. I gave her a small smile and chuckled again. “Yeah well…You’ve got an amazing person as your mentor,” I pointed toward the stairwell as a reference to Annie, “She’s an amazing person.” I half mumbled to myself and looked back down at my phone.
“I can’t believe she never told me.”
“Well…let’s just say it didn’t end on the best of terms.” I said still unable to look her in the eye as I spoke.
“But, I mean I’ve talked about you and the rest of the boys to her before—oh!” I looked at her confused. “That’s why she always avoided the subject and pretty much looked in pain when I brought it up. I thought I’d been imagining things. Well now I just feel awful…” She kept mumbling to herself but I stopped listening. As soon as Carlton said that Annie looked almost in pain when I was the conversation topic made me feel sick to my stomach and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second to try to contain how much that hurt.
“I really should be going Carlton.” I said and she stopped talking immediately.
“Y—Yes of course. Sorry Harry. But uh—It was amazing to finally meet you.” She blushed.
“Well I appreciate that.” I smiled. I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed my driver. “Hey Ted. I’m done with what I needed to do here can you come get me? I’m at the Gallery of A. Thanks.” I said and clicked off.
Ted showed up several minutes later and I pushed through the glass doors. I put my sunglasses on immediately as I stepped outside as camera flashes from the paparazzi blinded me. They screamed my name in an assortment of wails and screams and asked what I’d been doing in the Gallery for so long. I kept my head down and shoved my phone into my pocket. Ted opened the door to the limo for me and I slid onto the leather seat with ease as Ted shut the door behind me. I looked back up at the building that I’d been drawn to. I’d been drawn to Annie.
Annie’s POV
It took Harry ten to fifteen minutes before I actually saw him exit my gallery. When Harry had left I’d gone to the window to watch him leave because I hadn’t been sure if it were the last time I’d see him in person for a while. Paparazzi and fans crowded around the gallery’s entrance as he waited for his driver to come to his rescue. It was even worse now than when I’d been with him. There were always some people around when we’d leave buildings but never a mob of big guys with big cameras.
When Harry’s limo disappeared around the corner I began to pace around my living room. I grew impatient as I waited for Peter to text me and tell me that he was at the entrance like he normally did when he got here. I shouldn’t be nervous because nothing actually happened…but something almost happened. I didn’t even know why I let it get that far with Harry. I’d told myself for months that I wouldn’t let him think he could just waltz back into my life and pretend like nothing had happened and pick up where we left off. I didn’t want to appear weak to him or to myself.
There were also so many unanswered questions I had about that horrible night. I thought he understood how I was feeling and where I stood, but clearly he didn’t. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been so blunt about what he said to me.
I was shaken from my thoughts as my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen and saw Peter’s text:
From Peter: Here
I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or nervous that he had sent me a one-word announcement of his arrival. Typically he would give me a sentence at least so I knew from this that he was incredibly angry with me. But he shouldn’t be…
I jogged down the stairs and when I entered my gallery I saw Peter standing outside the glass doors. I flinched when I saw his facial expression. He wore a look of pure rage with the corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyebrows kitted together. I unlocked the door tentatively and as soon as it clicked open Peter shoved the door open and latched onto my wrist and began pulling me toward the stairs toward my apartment.
“Peter!” I yelped in surprise and pain as his grip tightened on my wrist. “Peter you’re hurting me!” I yelled but he didn’t let me go. He gave a grunt to let me know that he had heard me perfectly and he was choosing to behave so aggressively.
We reached the door to my apartment and he shoved it open with another grunt. He took me by the shoulders and shoved me down onto the couch.
“Peter, what’s the matter with you!” I yelled as I rubbed my now throbbing shoulders.
“What’s the matter with me? You have the nerve to say that to my face Annie?”
“What the hell did I do!” I yelled.
“You know perfectly well what! You think that having a little get together with your ex fucking boyfriend is okay?”
“Nothing happened Peter!” I yelled.
“Why the fuck was he here Annie huh?” He bellowed.
“Stop screaming at me!” I yelled back as tears rimmed my eyes.
“I have every right to! Why the fuck was he here Annie!?”
I stood up at this annoyed with his confrontation. “I didn’t plan on him coming! He just walked into the gallery!”
“Bull fucking shit!”
“Why don’t you have any faith in me?” I said lowering my voice.
“You’re saying you’d be perfectly fine with me hanging out with my fucking ex girlfriend? I don’t fucking think so!” He growled.
“Well nothing happened!” I raised my voice again.
“But did he try something Annie!?” He yelled, his eyes turning to fire.
“I—He—“
“It’s a yes or no question Annie!”
“Well yeah but—“ I whimpered.
“God dammit Annie!” He screamed so loud that I flinched. “Ugh you ungrateful slut!”
“Peter!” I shrieked as I let tears stream out of my eyes.
Just then Peter did something that I never thought he would do. His left hand rose into the air and in the next instant I felt an agonizing pain searing in my left temple. I crumpled to the floor and screamed. I rested my fingers to the area of my head that was now throbbing unbearably. I pulled my fingers away tinted scarlet and just then my vision started to become blotchy. I looked up at Peter helplessly and was surprised to see regret in his eyes, but that didn’t justify the unimaginable action he just displayed.
He stepped toward me and started to help me. “Don’t touch me!” I yelped and pain shot through my temple again and my vision became even blotchier. Peter stood up and shuffled toward the door of my apartment and he leaved within minutes. I screamed as more pain gathered in my temple as more tears spilled out of my eyes. I looked down in horror as I saw a couple drops of my own blood splattered on the wood floor. I touched my fingers to my temple again and flinched as I felt the puddle of blood gathering on the side of my head. I let out small whimpers of pain as my arms gave out and I went crashing the rest of the way to the floor.
I rolled so that I was mostly on my side up was tilted up toward the ceiling. My breath was coming out in short raspy pants and I could barely see anything. Just as I felt like I was going to go unconscious a dark figure of a person appeared in the doorway of my apartment. They intruder took one look at my state and rushed over to me immediately as my vision went completely black. The world was silent.
Notes
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