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The Real Headmaster Styles

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.