Change Me
Chapter 6
Harry was never a shy character. Always outgoing and bold, he made friends easily and quickly. He would often get the question: “Why do you have a British accent when you’re from America?” And he would get sick of telling people about the fact that he used to live here.
Harry much preferred America, the sandy coasts of California. Its chilled out atmosphere and hot weather made it the perfect location for Harry. England couldn’t even compare, especially seeing as it was pouring down and he was stuck inside the school, cleaning.
To pay off the damage done to Chase’s car, Harry had to find a job and turns out that this was the only one available. There were people still inside the school, people who stayed behind to do sports clubs and shit. Harry really couldn’t care less as he was wiping down the trophy cabinet.
“So it’s the little prick who stole my car?” Harry heard a chuckle from behind him, turning around and seeing Chase stood with 3 other boys.
“Yup.” Harry says nonchalantly, continuing to wipe down the trophy case, his back turned to the 4 boys. Chase is taken aback by Harry’s attitude, his temper slowly rising.
“I also want you to stay away from my girlfriend.” Chase warns, trying to sound threatening but failing miserably.
“And if I don’t?” Harry turns around to face Chase, leaning against the trophy cabinet with his arms folded. Chase seemed at loss for words, he was never spoken down to like this. Rage started to build up in his chest as he saw Harry there, standing and smirking at him. Suddenly, Chases did something completely out of the blue and punched Harry, square in the jaw. Harry looks back at Chase, wiping the blood that was now running from his nose. He smirks, walking towards Chase who was now retreating as Harry lifted up his fist.
“Harry?” A voice speaks from a few metres away. Harry turns on his heel, his gaze meeting with Elena’s. “Oh my god…” She whispers, taking in Harry’s bloody nose. Then turning to Chase, anger filling her up inside. “Why the hell would you do that to him?!” She hisses, walking over to Chase.
“I-I don’t know, I jus-“
“Go.” Elena interrupts, pointing to the door. Chase being the respectable person he is, leaves her, taking his friends along with him. Leaving Elena, once again, alone with Harry. “Are you okay?“ She asks, her voice laced with concern.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Harry asks her. She was shocked at his harsh tone, she had just helped him, had she not?
“What? I just hel-“
“I didn’t ask for your help.” He spat, walking away from her. Elena was sick of him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Harry, I’m trying to help you and all you do is be a dick. I want to be your friend, I want to help but you’re always cold towards me. Hell, the only time you’re ever actually nice to me is when we’re making out. You’re such an arsehole.” She hisses from behind him. Harry stiffens at her outburst, quickly turning round and striding over to Elena.
“I’m the arsehole? You’re cheating on your boyfriend, Elena. You’re cheating on him with someone who clearly doesn’t give a shit about how you feel. Why do you let me fuck you about?” Harry growls, looking down at her.
“I-I… “ Elena trails off, looking up at Harry through glossy eyes. “I’m a horrible person.” She whispers, looking down at the ground. It was true, she was a horrible person. She had cheated on her boyfriend and continued to do so but if she was asked again, she would have done the same thing.
“Shit, Elena. Don’t cry.” Harry says, concern now took over his harsh features. This seemed to be Harry’s weakness. Whenever Elena teared up, he would immediately let his guard down for a few seconds, minutes, however long it took for her to compose herself. This was the Harry she adored. He pulled her into his chest, stroking the back of her hair. “I’m sorry. I went too far.” He whispers into her ear. “I didn’t mean it.” She pulls back, looking him in the eye.
“You did mean it though. If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” She whimpers, looking up at him. Harry felt the urge to push a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but he suppressed it, the hair was now cascading round her face.
“Why do you let me do this to you?” He asks, avoiding her previous statement. The fact that the blonde constantly let him push her around, astounded him.
“I don’t know.” She whispers, looking down at the ground. Her feet have suddenly become the most interesting things in the world. Harry places his finger under her chin, tilting her head towards him so that their eyes locked.
“I do care about how you feel.” He murmurs, leaning down. Harry’s lips were brushing against Elena’s, their breathing quickened. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He mumbles against her soft lips, his eyes closed. Elena’s eyes fluttered closed as she gently pressed her lips on his. She shouldn’t be doing this, cheating on Chase, but she felt like kissing Harry was the right thing to do. Her hands travelled up to the back of his neck, lacing the brown curls through her delicate fingers as his lips moved against hers. His hands travelled up to her cheeks, cupping them and keeping her close. The Kiss deepened as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, gently massaging against her own.
Harry felt himself developing feelings for the blonde, even after knowing her for only a matter of days. Harry never let himself feel, he didn’t want to. He didn’t believe love existed, not after what happened with his mum and dad. They always told each other that they loved each other, but it was all a lie and only know had Harry seen that. There was no such thing as love and even if there was, Harry would do anything to prevent himself for falling.
He pulled back, resting his forehead on hers. Their breathing was heavy as they looked into each other’s eyes. Harry felt himself tearing away from Elena, returning to his cleaning as if nothing had happened. He could see her expression in the glass; hurt, anger, disappointment, betrayal. She looked at him through the reflection in the trophy case.
“Goodbye, Harry.” She mumbled before turning around quickly and exiting the building. Harry had fucked up and he knew it, he constantly treated Elena like shit, trying to keep her at arm’s length. He couldn’t get any closer to her; he was already starting to develop some emotions for her and these ‘fooling about’ sessions weren’t making it any easier.
The 2 words that Elena spoke were simple, words used every day. But this time, he felt like they meant more than what was desired. He could tell Elena was done with his bullshit and he wasn’t surprised. It was better this way, it would be better if they hated each other. Then Harry couldn’t fall, and if he didn’t fall there was no risk of someone not being there to catch him when he did.
9/19/13