The truth may sell, but the lies still hurt.

April 6, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom

“Would you let go of me?!” I boomed and Harry slammed open my bedroom door and tossed me inside. “What the hell is wrong with you-”


“Dammit, Ana!” He hollered, his eyes going crazed as he hovered over me. He made me feel so small. “I want you to listen to me!”


“Well I would want to listen to you, but I’m afraid that it would be lies.” I sighed and he grabbed my hand, making me suck in a breath.


But then he led me to sit down on the bed and I went to scoot away from him but he grabbed my arms. “Please, listen to me.”


“I don’t know if I should do anything that concerns you.” I crossed my legs and looked down. “But.. I will if you promise me something.”


His expression faded and it turned hard.


Promise- a meaning that which someone will make sure that something happens. Promise- something that is rarely kept. Promise- something that Harry and I were very fond of, but we ended up losing our promises in the end.


“You wanna talk to me, about making a promise? When you went out and viciously broke yours?” He said through gritted teeth. “You promised me!” He screamed and stood up, then he began to pace back and forth. He shoved his fingers through his disheveled hair and shook his head. “You know what?! I should be mad at you for breaking your promise!”


“Stop right there.” I stood up and walked over to him. “You promised me something that I thought I could actually believe. You promised me something that I thought would last a lifetime, and I thought you actually loved me. Harry, do you remember what you promised me?”


He looked down at me and swallowed. “I know what I promised you…”


“And you’re mad at me for breaking my promise not to leave you?” Tears began to cascade down my cheeks and I took a deep breath. “I just want to tell you that I don’t want you to be here right now. Because I knew that this would happen. We would start yelling at each other, then I would start crying. Just like old times.”


“But do you know what happened in those old times?” He took a step towards me and he was close enough that I could hear his rapid breathing and I could feel the heat coming off of his body. “We would make up… And you would actually let me kiss you.”


I cried harder and collapsed to the floor, burying my face in my knees. “Why do you do this to me Harry? Why do you fight me, and make me feel like shit? And then you claim you want to kiss me, but then five minutes later you’re back to fighting with me again? Did you even love me?” I looked at him and he sat down beside me.


“Of course I did. I still do…” He swallowed, and he leaned towards me like he was going to kiss me, but I turned away from him.


“Niall told me… Everything. Now you don’t have to.” I shook my head and he looked down, and then he buried his face in his hands, and began to cry. I was shocked, and I didn’t even know what to do. But it’s Harry… He’s crying?


“Anastasia. I’m sorry.” He raised his face from his hands and looked at me, and my heart sank to my stomach. He was really crying. “I… I shouldn’t have even thought about using you. I just can’t even… Forgive myself. I don’t expect you to forgive me, because I can’t forgive myself. I know I lied to you about that, but I just couldn’t tell you I-” He stopped and looked back down.


“Will you just tell me what happened?” It pained to see him like this, even though this was the first time I’ve seen him like this. But he saw me like this every day, and I bet he didn’t feel any pain for me.


“Niall already told you everything.” He ran his hand down his face and looked at me, resting his arms on his knees.


“Does that stop me from being able to hear it from you?” I snapped and he sighed.


“I was being clueless…” He started, and then he shook his head. “When I found out that a girl named Anastasia Greene was coming to live with me alone, I didn’t know who you were. But then I remembered you when I utterly disrespected you a while back. I kind of laughed at the idea to be honest, because I knew you hated me…” He cleared his throat and started wringing his fingers. “I hated telling you that you’re parents died, I really did. But that was the only way I could get you to come with me.” Wait, what?


“What? Wait, I’m confused.” I put my hand on his arm and he looked at me with guilt. “My parents’ aren’t dead?”


“Safe and sound in England. They needed to get away, Anastasia. So they called me, and asked me to take care of you. I promised them I would…” He ran his hand down his face again. “I thought you would be such a bitch when you moved in, and when I yelled at you, it wasn’t because I wanted to yell. You had this effect on me, and somehow my real feelings came out.”


“When you kissed me for the first time… Was that real?” I asked, crossing my fingers and hoping.


“No.” He shook his head and I choked up on tears.


“Why? Why did you have to do this to me Harry?” I cried and slammed my hand on the floor, making him grunt.


“Please let me finish…” He muttered and I wiped away my tears. “When we had sex for the first time, I was doing it out of spite. I was doing it because it was exactly what my mother didn’t want me to do.” He looked at me and I turned away from him. “It was the same way the second time too.” I still didn’t look at him. “But I grew to like you. My feelings for you became something, Ana. I have completely and utterly fallen in love with you.” I cried and he grabbed my hand. “Dammit Anastasia. Will you look at me? I’ve told you everything. The least you could do is look at me.”


I stood up and looked at him on the floor. “I’m glad you told me the truth Harry, but there’s nothing you can do about this.”


“What do you mean?” He scrambled to his feet.


“I can’t… Be with you.” I held in my tears and he balled his fists. “I can’t trust you again. Don’t you get that?”


He stood there for a minute, but then he looked at me. “The virgin doll is still fragile, yet she looks as strong as ever.”


“Yeah, well thanks to your lies and pitiful actions, I’m not a virgin doll anymore.” I crossed my arms and he raked his fingers clumsily through his hair.


“Will you just do me a favor?” He asked quickly and I went to speak but he held up his hand. “I have a month until the wedding, and it’s not too long to change it-”


“You’re getting married to Penelope, Harry.” I snapped and he swallowed. “She will be better for you, trust me. Plus, you could still love her more for all I know.”


“Anastasia.” He grated, his jaw clenched.


“I’m coming to Bently tomorrow to talk to Penelope about the wedding. I may or may not stay longer for two days. I will not be there to talk to you, that’s a guarantee.” I pushed him out of my room and he groaned.


“Anastasia.” He said again and I sighed.


“I don’t want you to be here anymore. I’ve heard what I wanted to hear, and I am satisfied. I’ve seen the real you, and that’s all I needed to see.” I bit my lip and he put his hand on my chin, making me look up at him.


He pulled my lip from my teeth with his thumb and ran it over my lip once it was free. “Une si jolie chose… Bébé.” Tears filled my eyes again and I turned my face from his, tearing his hand from my chin.


He dropped his hand to his side and smiled at me, but I looked away from him again. “Leave.” I muttered and he took a step towards me.


I was too scared to move, and I didn’t want him to touch me or kiss me.


But he leaned forward and I felt his plump lips press to my ear. “I’ll guess I’ll see you tomorrow but…” His body connected with mine and I put my hands on his chest to break the connection. “Don’t forget to say hi to me. I wouldn’t want to miss you.”


He pulled away from me and I sniffed. “A simple greeting never killed anyone.”


“No one but me baby. No one but me.” He then nodded his head, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked down the stairs.


But you’re forgetting Harry… You’re greeting this morning made me die too.

Notes

Only update for today :(
But tomorrow, we move to Bently... Again.


I am vigorously and utterly in love with you.
-Kaleigh. xx