headmaster styles.
○ You Can't Leave Again ○
“I want you to stay…”
April 24, 2012
The Bently Mansion
I couldn’t fall asleep. Really I couldn’t. I was way too pissed at Harry to even do anything. But, Penelope fell asleep. She was sprawled out on the backseat, sleeping so soundly; so softly.
We arrived at Bently at around nine at night, and I don’t even know why Harry took me here. I live at my house, not here. Once he shut the car of, I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, making Penelope jump up. I gave Harry a Go to hell look and stomped off to the front door of the mansion.
You’re the bullshit. Really, Harry? Like, what in the hell?
I slammed open the front door and literally melted to the floor. Standing in the dining room was Marsden, and my parents. “Anastasia? Oh my gosh! My darling!” My mother ran up to me and wrapped me in her arms. I didn’t hug her back, because I was too shocked to even do anything. “Are you okay? You’ve been crying. What’s wrong?”
I looked over her shoulder and saw my father, standing there smiling. I walked up to him and hugged him tightly. But then I walked up to Marsden and barely even smiled at all.
“How? And what are you doing here?” I asked him and he shrugged.
“I guess I wanted to see what America looked like. Plus, I wasn’t finished with you. I wanted to see more of you,” he said and smiled.
“Anastasia!” Harry barked as he walked into the house, ignoring my parents and Marsden, “You can’t just storm off like that!”
“Is this the dick that lied to you?” Marsden’s attitude changed and I looked at him.
“Who the fuck is this?” Harry snapped and pointed to Marsden, “And why the fuck is he in my house?” He became angrier and grabbed Marsden by the shirt.
“Calm down, curly. I was just here to see Anastasia,” Marsden said and I facepalmed myself. Harry didn’t let go of Marsden when he looked at me, but then he pushed him so hard into the wall that it knocked the breath out of him.
“Harry!” I shrieked and Marsden began to cough. I went to walk over to him but Harry grabbed my shoulder.
“Don’t you fucking touch him. Anastasia, I am so close to beating the shit out of him. Is this the guy you replaced me with in London? What, the fuck? Are you serious?” his voice grew louder with every word.
“Stop yelling. My parents are here,” I muttered and he smiled harshly.
“Oh Mr. and Mrs. Greene, so lovely to see you again!” Harry let go of me and walked up to my parents. “I am so sorry for that, but sometimes you just have to let everything out, right? Just like I’m letting you out. Leave,” Harry grated and my mother’s mouth dropped.
“I’m sorry?” My father said and Harry clasped his hands together.
“I want you out of my goddamned house. Now leave!” Harry was still getting angrier by the minute.
“I’m sorry,” I cried to my parents and they shuffled out of the house. “Why would you do that?” I began to cry.
“Because I don’t want your parents to think any less of me than they already do Anastasia! Your parents think I’m a drunk! They think I’m a piece of shit!” he yelled and ran his fingers through his hair.
He was so angry that he was shaking. He was shaking.
He let out a scream and went to grab me but I smacked him in the face and he let out a grunt. I grabbed his cheeks and made him look at him.
“Calm down,” I muttered and he let out a shudder.
“Anastasia…” he whispered after a second and stroked my cheek. “What have I done to you?” he brought me closer to him and wiped away my tears, “I’ve done what I fear most. I’ve turned you into something you’re not. I’m a monster.” He rested his head on my shoulder and began to, cry? Angry tears, or sad tears?
“Stop. Crying isn’t going to make it any better,” I whispered and he laughed.
“Why not let it all out? I mean, you’re going to leave me anyways.” He laughed again and I sighed. But then his smile dropped and he pulled away from me, “You really are, aren’t you?”
I nodded my head and he ran his fingers through his hair again, letting out a breath. “You have more than a week until your wedding. Penelope will come over to my house and I can help her get ready. Um…”
“Anastasia, you can’t leave again,” he shook his head and I sighed again, “Do remember what happened the last time you left me? What if next time, I’m actually dead? Then what will you do?”
I scowled at him and shook my head, “What are you so worried about? You’ll be with the one you’ve loved forever, right?”
“No!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, making me jump. He walked up to me again and ran his fingertips down my cheek, “You won’t let me marry you.”
I grabbed his scarred hand in mine, and pressed it to my neck, “I haven’t made the decision to stop it yet.”
His eyes began to glow and he leaned down towards me. “I want you to remember me if you don’t. Remember me… Like this. Miserable without you. Don’t remember me by the shitty lies I’ve told you. Remember me like… I was when it was just Ana and Harry,” my eyes locked on his and he swallowed, “Dammit woman, I love you.”
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. To tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted him to marry me instead. But this is reality, and I know it wouldn’t work. “I have to leave.” I swallowed and he closed his eyes.
“I don’t want you to.” He shook his head and sighed, opening his eyes. “But I’ll let you do what you want.” He pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead and a tear rolled down my cheek. I hugged myself and turned my back to him before he could see me cry my eyes out, but then he cleared his throat.
“Um, Anastasia?” he called and I turned to him, and when I did his face softened and he winced at himself. “Do you still love me?” I nodded my head and he walked up to me, “À moi, Anastasia.”
“Always…” I promised. He went to kiss me, but Penelope walked in the house and I hugged him.. For the last time. I shuddered on his neck and he pressed his fingers to my back.
“I love you,” he whispered and I nodded my head, pressing my lips to his neck.
I then pulled away from him and my tears were just rolling down my cheeks. “Bye, Harry,” I muttered before turning away from him, and walking out of Bently.
April 24, 2012
The Bently Mansion
I couldn’t fall asleep. Really I couldn’t. I was way too pissed at Harry to even do anything. But, Penelope fell asleep. She was sprawled out on the backseat, sleeping so soundly; so softly.
We arrived at Bently at around nine at night, and I don’t even know why Harry took me here. I live at my house, not here. Once he shut the car of, I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, making Penelope jump up. I gave Harry a Go to hell look and stomped off to the front door of the mansion.
You’re the bullshit. Really, Harry? Like, what in the hell?
I slammed open the front door and literally melted to the floor. Standing in the dining room was Marsden, and my parents. “Anastasia? Oh my gosh! My darling!” My mother ran up to me and wrapped me in her arms. I didn’t hug her back, because I was too shocked to even do anything. “Are you okay? You’ve been crying. What’s wrong?”
I looked over her shoulder and saw my father, standing there smiling. I walked up to him and hugged him tightly. But then I walked up to Marsden and barely even smiled at all.
“How? And what are you doing here?” I asked him and he shrugged.
“I guess I wanted to see what America looked like. Plus, I wasn’t finished with you. I wanted to see more of you,” he said and smiled.
“Anastasia!” Harry barked as he walked into the house, ignoring my parents and Marsden, “You can’t just storm off like that!”
“Is this the dick that lied to you?” Marsden’s attitude changed and I looked at him.
“Who the fuck is this?” Harry snapped and pointed to Marsden, “And why the fuck is he in my house?” He became angrier and grabbed Marsden by the shirt.
“Calm down, curly. I was just here to see Anastasia,” Marsden said and I facepalmed myself. Harry didn’t let go of Marsden when he looked at me, but then he pushed him so hard into the wall that it knocked the breath out of him.
“Harry!” I shrieked and Marsden began to cough. I went to walk over to him but Harry grabbed my shoulder.
“Don’t you fucking touch him. Anastasia, I am so close to beating the shit out of him. Is this the guy you replaced me with in London? What, the fuck? Are you serious?” his voice grew louder with every word.
“Stop yelling. My parents are here,” I muttered and he smiled harshly.
“Oh Mr. and Mrs. Greene, so lovely to see you again!” Harry let go of me and walked up to my parents. “I am so sorry for that, but sometimes you just have to let everything out, right? Just like I’m letting you out. Leave,” Harry grated and my mother’s mouth dropped.
“I’m sorry?” My father said and Harry clasped his hands together.
“I want you out of my goddamned house. Now leave!” Harry was still getting angrier by the minute.
“I’m sorry,” I cried to my parents and they shuffled out of the house. “Why would you do that?” I began to cry.
“Because I don’t want your parents to think any less of me than they already do Anastasia! Your parents think I’m a drunk! They think I’m a piece of shit!” he yelled and ran his fingers through his hair.
He was so angry that he was shaking. He was shaking.
He let out a scream and went to grab me but I smacked him in the face and he let out a grunt. I grabbed his cheeks and made him look at him.
“Calm down,” I muttered and he let out a shudder.
“Anastasia…” he whispered after a second and stroked my cheek. “What have I done to you?” he brought me closer to him and wiped away my tears, “I’ve done what I fear most. I’ve turned you into something you’re not. I’m a monster.” He rested his head on my shoulder and began to, cry? Angry tears, or sad tears?
“Stop. Crying isn’t going to make it any better,” I whispered and he laughed.
“Why not let it all out? I mean, you’re going to leave me anyways.” He laughed again and I sighed. But then his smile dropped and he pulled away from me, “You really are, aren’t you?”
I nodded my head and he ran his fingers through his hair again, letting out a breath. “You have more than a week until your wedding. Penelope will come over to my house and I can help her get ready. Um…”
“Anastasia, you can’t leave again,” he shook his head and I sighed again, “Do remember what happened the last time you left me? What if next time, I’m actually dead? Then what will you do?”
I scowled at him and shook my head, “What are you so worried about? You’ll be with the one you’ve loved forever, right?”
“No!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, making me jump. He walked up to me again and ran his fingertips down my cheek, “You won’t let me marry you.”
I grabbed his scarred hand in mine, and pressed it to my neck, “I haven’t made the decision to stop it yet.”
His eyes began to glow and he leaned down towards me. “I want you to remember me if you don’t. Remember me… Like this. Miserable without you. Don’t remember me by the shitty lies I’ve told you. Remember me like… I was when it was just Ana and Harry,” my eyes locked on his and he swallowed, “Dammit woman, I love you.”
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. To tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted him to marry me instead. But this is reality, and I know it wouldn’t work. “I have to leave.” I swallowed and he closed his eyes.
“I don’t want you to.” He shook his head and sighed, opening his eyes. “But I’ll let you do what you want.” He pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead and a tear rolled down my cheek. I hugged myself and turned my back to him before he could see me cry my eyes out, but then he cleared his throat.
“Um, Anastasia?” he called and I turned to him, and when I did his face softened and he winced at himself. “Do you still love me?” I nodded my head and he walked up to me, “À moi, Anastasia.”
“Always…” I promised. He went to kiss me, but Penelope walked in the house and I hugged him.. For the last time. I shuddered on his neck and he pressed his fingers to my back.
“I love you,” he whispered and I nodded my head, pressing my lips to his neck.
I then pulled away from him and my tears were just rolling down my cheeks. “Bye, Harry,” I muttered before turning away from him, and walking out of Bently.
Notes
This is probably the worst written chapter in this book...Oh well.
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bruh, Mayday Parade is killer. I'll have to listen to it and read that chapter at the same time haha.
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