Flat 51

“Hey, kiddo. What’s up?”

“D-Danny, I…” I burst into tears, much to my dismay. I’d managed to make it back to my room without bumping into Harry, and now I was sat against the door, clinging to my phone for dear life.

“Shit, Emily, what the hell did that bastard do to you?” he growled. I heard him whisper to another person that he needed a minute, and then a door slammed shut. He had known Harry was trouble from the start…

“Danny, we… I don’t know what happened. We kissed and then we fell a-asleep and then I tried to talk about it with him, but he said it was j-just, um, sex and he-he called me a bitch and-”

“He called you WHAT?!” he screamed. I whimpered as I remembered the venom in Harry’s voice. The rage in his eyes… I’d never been more afraid in my life. “Where the hell are you? I’m gonna fucking stab that son of a bitch to within an inch of his life.”

“I-I’m in Doncaster. I was going to tell you about it, but his friend invited us to go to Paris with him for free, and I had some extra vacation time. Danny, you’re in Texas. You can’t.”

“Text me the address. I’m gonna send Daphne to get you and beat his ass.”

“I-I don’t understand, Danny. He kissed my like he wanted me for me, not for my body. He said he cared about me. What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do a single fucking thing wrong, kid. This was all him. And he’s gonna pay for it. Go get ready to leave. She’ll be there in five.”

“I love you, Danny.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

I frantically threw my things into my bags. I wanted out as fast as possible. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Stop! No! Get out of my head! I dropped my make-up on the carpet, spilling various cases and tubes all over the floor. Growling in frustration, I clumsily threw all the crap back in, trying to hurry. I didn’t want anyone to see me leave. That would just make it all worse. I grabbed my suitcases and practically ran down the stairs, but it probably looked more like a zombie limp because of the sobs threatening to knock me over and the weight of my bags.

“Emily!” he screamed, coming from behind me as I reached the door. Shit. I jerked it open, but he was there, crying out my name.

“No!” I cried. Harry grabbed my wrist, but I lurched away, stumbling outside.

“Emily, please! Hear me out!”

“No! I’ve heard it all before! You’re sorry, you won’t hurt me again, you’ll never break my heart. But the second I let you have the smallest piece of it, Harry, you fucking crushed it. I don’t just want to have sex with you. I want to make pancakes with you, and have more whipped cream fights, and go for pointless car rides, and sing silly music, and dammit Harry, I know it’s only been two weeks, but I think I’m fucking in love with you. So if you don’t give a shit, then fine. Leave me alone, and stay away from me.” He only stood there. Of all the things he could have done, he just stood there. A red Juke pulled up in front of the house, and Daph jumped out of the car to help me. I turned away from him, wiping the tears from my cheeks, only for them to be replaced by twice as many.

“Emmy, you ok? Let me help. It’s ok, babe. C’mon. You’re ok.” She threw my luggage in the boot and took my hand. Please stop me, Harry. Please stop me, and tell me you really didn’t mean it. Tell me you love me back. Tell me you want me to stay. Please. But he didn’t. He just watched as I was pushed into the car, the door slammed shut beside me. I stared out the window as Daphne stalked up to Harry, exchanged some heated words, and literally punched him in the face. One foot moved backwards, but other than that he seemed relatively unaffected. It was then that I saw it.

A single tear slowly, agonizingly slid down his cheek.

Notes

This one's kind of crappy. It's just a filler, sorry guys. I haven't had much time to write lately.

Em XO