lust // h.s.

From hate to love, from love to lust.

Here it is.! x

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Just.

Jump.

I move my feet over the edge.

Do it.

Just fucking do sit-

Arms wrap around my waist, and pull me down to the bridge level, and I immediately begin to hit and kick.

I turn my head, getting a glimpse of who's grabbing me.

Harry.

No.

Of all people he wasn't going to be the one to 'save' me.

I didn't even ask to be saved.

"Let me go!" I yell, hitting him repeatedly.

I finally connect a fist with his jaw, and as he releases a arm from me to rub it, I push him and find a chance to get out of his grip. Which causes me to fall on the wooden flooring.

A few moments later I stand back up, and watch him before walking towards the edge.

"I'm not going to let you fucking jump." He yells through the heavy rain.

I begin to climb up the bridge ledge.

"Just give up the act!" I yell harshly.

"What fucking act?" He asks, rushing towards me and carefully sits me down on the edge.

"Do I really have to explain?" I ask, pushing him off me harshly.

3 of his fingers lace through my belt loops so he has hold on me.

And he just looks at me.

Fucking looks at me.

"You act like you care about me and then you hate me like I'm the worst person in the world." I say, finding the courage to meet his eyes.

"I don't hate you Charlotte." He sighs.

I get of the ledge and begin walking in the other direction.

"Stop." He says, and I ignore his demand.

"I said stop."

"And why the fuck do I have to listen to you?" I ask, turning towards him.

"Because your mine."

"I haven't been yours since I saw you fucking Taylor the first time!" I hiss, and walk towards him.

"Well the only reason I did was because you wouldn't let me-"

"Just shut up Harry. Just shut up." I yell, and feel the tears welling in my eyes.

Why was I going to cry about something so stupid?

"Charlotte.." He whispers.

"You honestly don't know how much I want you?" I ask, looking up at him.

He looks back at me for a moment, scanning my eyes.

"You never show it."

"Where's Taylor?" I immediately remark, wanting to pass this topic.

I can see the pain in his eyes.

"She's not here, so why did you bring her up?" He asks- well yells.

"I'm sure she's all you can think about." I say, in a cocky tone.

"Obviously she's not, or I wouldn't be here. So don't change the fucking subject!"

"Aww. Is little Harold.. mad?" I coo.

"Don't call me Harold!" He yells back.

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want Harold."

I was purposely pissing him off.

"Shut the fuck up."

"You know you can't just control people Harry. They won't put up with your shit like I did."

"They wouldn't have to if they didn't act like dumbasses!"

"There you go again!" I shout back.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He yells.

"You can't take a fucking break can you?" I yell.

We're screaming at eachother now.

"Take a break from what Charlot-"

"From fighting!" I cut him off

"You just can't stop! You can't talk things out like a civil person, can you?!" I yell.

"You just can't listen!"

"It took a suicide attempt for you to fucking notice me, do you know how in the hell that makes me feel?" I scream, as the tears stream down my cheeks.

He walks straight to me and wraps his arms around me.

And the worst thing is I let him.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." He whispers in my ear softly.

"No your not, you'll just do it again Harry." I say, my voice trembling badly.

"I won't hurt you anymore Char." He says, his voice cracking.

"Yes you will." I fight back.

My tears begin to blend with the rain since they were engulfing my cheeks.

His lips brush against my ear softly, "Harr-"

"There was never anyone else Charlotte. You were the only one I ever wanted."