Captured Soul

“… he said I just need to work on my axel spin a bit more, just to-“ I stopped abruptly when I opened my door and saw my dad and Harry sitting on the couch watching soccer. When he saw me, he waltzed toward me.
“Hello, Stella.” Harry leaned into me and kissed my cheek. I squinted my eyes at him and glared.
“Hello, Harry,” I said with a fake smile.
“Harry!” my mom exclaimed from behind me. She walked to Harry with her arms out. He hugged her and then walked back to my side. I walked to the kitchen and Harry followed.
“Why are you here!?” I turned around quickly and whispered.
“To see you. You can’t ignore me in front of your parents, now can you?” he smirks.
I glowered at him. “I cannot believe you! You are such a conniving, sneaky, jerky… jerk!” He scoffs.
“Oh, who was the one acting like a six year old, turning up the volume and disregarding me? That’s right, love.”
“Well you were being stupid and rude,” I counter. Harry rolled his eyes, pushed his hair back and walked out of the kitchen. I groaned and turned to the fridge.
“Stella! Get out of the fridge! We’re about to have dinner,” my mom harped.
“Okay, mom.” I rolled my eyes and went into the living room. Harry was sitting on the couch with my dad, so I decided to sit in the recliner. I pulled my feet up to the chair and covered myself with a blanket. I pulled out my phone and checked all my social media.
“I’m going to go help your mom in the kitchen,” my dad said as he rose from the couch and exited the living room. It was just Harry and I.
“How was practice?” Harry asked me.
“Oh, so now you know where I am at every moment,” I mumbled to myself.
“I’m sorry, love?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I said, practice was fine.”
“Did you? I thought I heard you say something about knowing where you are at every moment.”
I furrow my eyebrows and put on a confused look while I shake my head lightly. “No… No… I don’t think that’s what I said.” He lowers his raised eyebrow and laughs.
“Stella, Harry. Dinner is ready!”
“Coming!” I shout back.
I waltzed to the dining table and sat down, and, of course, Harry sat directly next to me.
I took a deep breath and turned to him. “Why do you feel the constant need to sit right next to me?” I whispered so my parents wouldn’t hear.
“Because I like you,” he grins. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my plate.
My parents small-talked with Harry throughout dinner. Each time they said, ‘Harry, you are such a responsible young man’ or ‘Harry, you are such a good influence’, I would scoff lightly and roll my eyes at their naivety.
“Stella and I have an announcement to make,” Harry projected.
I raised my eyebrows and looked confusedly at him. “We do?” I asked.
“Yeah. We do. This afternoon, I asked Stella to be my girlfriend and she accepted.” Harry grins at me and takes my hand. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened.
“WOW! This is great!” my mom chimed.
“I’m happy for you guys! How did you ask, Harry?” my dad asked.
“Yeah, Harry. How did you ask?” I smirk and fold my arms, waiting for his response.
“Well,” he glances at me with a grin. He’s already planned this. “I asked Stella this afternoon after she got off the rink. I told her, ‘I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since we first met, and I would be honored to be called your boyfriend’, and then she jumped up and hugged me.” Harry smirks at me when my parents aren’t looking.
“Really, I don’t know if I rememb-“ I was cut off my mom.
“Let’s celebrate.”
“Uh, yeah. No. I have to go… run some errands. For practice tomorrow,” I say nervously.
“Well, I’ll go with you, love,” Harry’s eyes captured me again. They’re hypnotic. Like no matter what you do, you can’t escape until he lets you.
“You know, I don’t think you’d enjoy it very much,” I give him a sorry look.
“Oh, as long as I’m around you, I’ll enjoy it plenty,” he smirks.
“Right.” I give him a dirty look but then flash a fake smile.
Harry and I say goodbye and he leads the way to his car. He opens my door and I grumpily frown at him. He rolls his eyes.
“Why do you insist on making everything so difficult?” he asked me. Before I could answer, he picked me up and practically threw me in the car.
“Why do you insist on being such a douche?” I asked in reply. He rolls his eyes and closes the door. I tried to get out, but then I remembered he put the child lock on. I groan. Harry gets in the car and abruptly closes his own door. He starts the ignition and pulls out of the driveway. I look out the window and marvel at the night sky.
“So, where are we going?” Harry asks.
I look at him with my eyebrows creased. “To get my skating equipment?”
He scoffs. “You’re not serious?”
“Um yeah. I am. Isn’t that what I said at dinner? Didn’t you hear? Or was your big ego in the way?” I retorted.
“Ouch.” He grins. “Did I mention you’re cute when you’re mad? Or were your panties too twisted?”
“You are quite literally the rudest fake boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, you’ve had more fake boyfriends?” He smirks.
“That’s not what I meant. And BY THE WAY. Why did you do that!?” I demand.
“Do what?” he asks innocently.
“Why did you tell my parents we are dating?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“It gives me a reason to be around you,” he grins.
I rolled my eyes at him and flinch when he reaches for my hand. I’m bruised where he tightly grasped my arm last night. He notices my slight spasm and shoots me a confusing look. He examines my wrist and his eyes widen when he sees the purple spot.
“Did I do that?” he asks softly. I decided it would be best if he didn’t know. I quickly pulled my arm from his grip.
“Um, no. That’s from skating. I hit my arm on the rink wall.”
“Stella, you wouldn’t get a bruise like that from hitting your arm,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Ok, I know you think you know everything, but you don’t. It’s quite possible to get a bruise like that from hitting my arm.”
HARRY’S POV
I can’t believe I did that to her. I was just so angry at my dad! It’s no excuse, but my anger takes me to a whole different world sometimes and I can’t control myself. I suddenly get mad at my father, and then at Stella for trying to hide the fact that I hurt her.
“Don’t lie to me!” I bark as my hands clench the steering wheel tightly. She’s stunned at my sudden volume change, but that doesn’t stop her from using her infamous sass.
“Okay, first of all, calm down. Second, I’m not lying.” She looks at me with those glimmering grey eyes of hers and it just makes me angrier that I hurt her.
“STOP DEFENDING ME! I KNOW I DID THAT TO YOU!” I shout at the top of my lungs. Stella narrows her eyes at me and looks scared. She quickly changes her face.
“WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO KNOW WHETHER OR NOT YOU GAVE ME THE BRUISE? IS IT GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? IS IT GOING TO MAKE YOU STOP BEING SUCH A STUPID JERK? BECAUSE IF SO, THEN YES. YES HARRY. YOU DID THIS TO ME. BUT GUESS WHAT? I DON’T CARE! IT’S A STUPID BRUISE THAT WILL BE GONE IN A WEEK! JUST STOP INTEROGATING ME ABOUT IT!” She surprises me with the fierceness she put into her words.
“I WON’T STOP INTEROGATING YOU ABOUT THIS STELLA!!! IT’S NOT OKAY FOR ME TO PHYSICALLY ABUSE YOU! YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHEN I DO STUPID THINGS LIKE THAT!” I boomed.
“Whatever.” She shakes her head and turns to look out the window.
Stella is the first girl to talk to me like she does. I don’t know if I like it or not. She fights for dominance, and I’m not about to step down and give it to her.
I park the car in a random space at a supermarket.
“Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you, but you have to tell me when I’m hurting you,” I say softly.
“I already told you, it’s just a stupid bruise. It’ll be gone by next week,” she fires.
“What if one day, it’s not just a bruise? When I’m angry, I can’t control myself.”
“Well, you should probably get that checked out.” I chuckle and she turns to face me. “I’m not as fragile as you think. I can defend myself. Even from you.”
“Please, just tell me when I’m hurting you,” I beg.
She takes a deep breath. “Sure, Harry.”
“Good. So, we don’t actually have to go shopping for skating stuff, do we?” She laughs at my statement.
“No, if you don’t want to, we won’t. I’ll just pick up some stuff tomorrow before the competition.” I raised my eyebrows at her.
“You have a competition tomorrow?” I question.
“I do.”
“Can I come?” I ask.
“Sure, I mean, it’ll be pretty boring. Just a bunch of weirdos dancing on ice. But hey. I won’t judge.” Her witty comments send me somewhere else. It’s intriguing how confident she is, but at the same time, she has insecurities. She looks gorgeous in the light of the moon.
Her grey eyes are infatuating. One glimpse and they swallow you. They consume you and don’t let you escape. They capture you and never release you. Grey eyes suck.

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