Unconditional

Chapter 3

"You want to watch a movie babe?" Harry asks me.

"Sure."

"Come here." He says as I walk into the living room.

I sit down on the couch and wait for him to put a movie in.

"What movie?" I ask.

"It's a surprise." He says.

"Please nothing scary." I smile. I hate scary movies. I know I'm someone you would expect to love them but I don't. They freak me out way to much.

"Just watch babe!" He says climbing on the couch next to me. The title comes on 'the devil inside' fuck.

"Babe! I said nothing scary." I wine.

"Just wait babe it's good." He smiles kissing my lips and biting down on my bottom lip making me moan. He lets go and one of the exorcism tapes come on.

"Ah!" I scream and hide my face with a pillow.

"Babe." He says to me with concern.

"No. Turn it off." I plead.

"Fine. If you say so." He says. I hear the click of the remote and he turned it off.

"It's off." He says. I pear my head from behind the pillow and he told the truth.

"Why are you so scared of them? I mean you look badass but your a baby." He teases.

"Shut up Harold." I say to piss him off he hates when people call him Harold.

"Don't call me that." He glares.

"Why? You never told me why."

"Cuz I just don't okay!" He yells.

"I tell you everything. You can't tell me why you don't like the name?"

"It doesn't fucking matter so chill the fuck out." He bickers.

"Yeah cuz I'm the one who need to chill out." I say walking out of the room into the bathroom to go pee.

"Liberty you need to shut up now." He says following me into the bathroom.

"I have to pee get out." I say trying to close the door. He is too strong and busts it open.

"I own this house I say what goes on in here!" He screams in my face.

"Real mature Harry." I say walking out of the bathroom so I don't have to hear it.

"You want to know mature?" He screams. "This!" He adds throwing a empty beer bottle at me. Luckily it misses and hits the wall causing it to shatter. I really want to know why the name gets him so angry.

"Wow that makes you real cute Harry." I say rolling my eyes and grabbing my bag to leave.

"Where do you think your going?" He grabs my arm.

"Well I'm not staying in this house with you acting like a dick!" I scream trying to get out of his grasp. I fail at trying.

"You are a total fucking prude." He yells at me.

"Oh yes! Love hearing that." I say digging myself a deeper whole.

"I'm sure you do. You also love Liam! He has called you 30 times since you have been here!" He says digging my phone out of his pockets showing me the calls.

"Wow your low Harry. Do you really think I take any interest in that motherfucker?" I ask.

"Seems like he has taken a interest in you!" He screams in my face.