Ink [h.s]

Anger

Harry

I felt like time was slipping away every moment of my life.

It was like....a disaster that was waiting to happen- a quiet ticking bomb and then...boom. It exploded. This was what it was. She has completely destroyed me. Inside and out. She took my family away from me. She destroyed the shop and possibly the only thing that survived the fire-- the piano. She was obviously after the only good left in my life, which was Bella. Anger was all I felt. I wanted to kill her. Take all my wrath out on the slimy snake- the bitch got away with everything.

But I knew I would never lay my hands on a female.

It was common sense and nature itself. But how the hell was I suppose to do all of this with out some kind of fucking revenge of some sort? I wanted her to feel the pain that she put me through.

"Harry, what's going on?" Bella asks me. I look over to her. Her brows are furrowed and she holds a scared expression. "Later, I'll tell you later--When we get there." I say while holding the steering wheel tighter; my knuckles turning white. "No, Harry. Not goddamned later. If you don't tell me now I-I..."

"You what Bella? Huh? You'll leave me?!" I shout at her. I don't mean to lash out on her. Fuck I messed up. But....this is just too much.

"Really Harry? I told you I would never leave you, but if you keep telling me you'll explain everything later, and later comes I just-- I'm done with that. You, you're impossible I swear." She lets out a breath, her eyes watering. I let out a sigh, my heart breaking. I always fuck up. This is why I have nothing good in my life. Another point for fuck up Styles! Woo hoo!

I shake my head and rest a hand on her thigh squeezing. "I'm sorry. It's just, Bella she's trying to hurt you."

She rests her hand on mine, caressing the side with her thumb. My insides go crazy but I still feel that gut feeling anger. "Harry," She sighs. "She won't hurt me. Not as long as you are by my side." She was wrong though. Even when I'm by her side I still cannot manage to keep her away from my past. It just keeps chasing me back, and won't get the fuck away from me.

I will never be able to protect to her the way I wanted.

"Harry, talk to me. What's going on?" She asks softly, green eyes curious with worry. I sigh and intertwine our fingers together, my eyes locked on the road. "She came to the parlor and destroyed most of it. The piano....it's-- I have no idea. But something happened to it."

I hear her take a shaky breath. "I'm sorry." She whispers. She grips my hand and sighs. "I....we...can fix it. I promise it'll get fixed and we'll get everything back the way it was. We'll get through this Harry. I know it."

I wish my hopes were that high.

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Bella

The drive back to Concord was a fucking exhausting trip. I despised every part of it. The whole time was a concept of trying to let Harry open up. He's just so closed off....never letting me in. I was tired of it. It drained my energy just thinking about it. But I was determined to stay by his side no matter what. That's the  kind of the issue about love you know? It's sticking by the person who drains the energy from you, yet re-filling that missing void in your soul...

We finally made it to Harrys' parlor--or something that resembled it.

It was completely demolished.

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