the boy next door (h.s)

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<hannah's pov>

could my life get any worse right now? first, some guy basically forces himself onto me, and then i see harry literally fucking another girl in the same bed he kissed me in. i dont get why he did it, i thought he liked me? or maybe he meant what he said about me not getting close to him, and i should really leave him alone after all. i weighed and debated my options, deciding that i should proabably just leave him alone. i had to go to school, but i was so tired that i almost fell back asleep when i woke up in the morning. i decided to wear just a tshirt and a pair of shorts, briading my hair into french braids, not putting on makeup besides some foundation. i was in the kitchen, eating an apple, when someone knocked on my door. i walked over and opened it, and saw harry standing in front of me. what the hell did he want? he was wearing a hoodie (probably to cover up the hickeys) and a pair of jeans, and some brown boots. i sighed, looking at him, "what do you want harry?" i asked him, not trying hard to hide my annoyance. "why are you so mad today? wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked me with a hint of annoyance in his voice. i started to close the door but he put his foot in and it bounced back open, as he walked inside. "why are you in my house? get out right now," i said to him. "why? just came to offer you a ride to school," he said to me but i shook my head and declined his offer. "i don't want a ride, harry, i'd rather walk," i said to him, opening the door for him but he wouldn't leave. he walked closer to me, "i'm not heaving, hannah. tell me what's wrong," he said. was he joking right now? did he really think that i was stupid or something? "are you fucking stupid?" i asked him angrily, "i saw you fuck that girl! on the same bed we kissed on! did you think that meant nothing to me?!" i nearly shouted at him, stepping closer and closer to him. he looked shocked and dumbfounded beyond belief at this point. "you're ridiciolous, harry! fuck! i can't believe i trusted you and kissed you out of all people! get out of my house. now," i said, and he backed away from me slowly. "babe, it's not what you think, you hooked up with that guy first! so i did the same thing!" he yelled back. what guy was he talking about? was he talking about jason? he thought we had hooked up? that was as far from the truth as you can get. "who are you talking about... what guy?" i asked back. "the one in your room two days ago, i saw you two on the bed, kissing. i thought you liked me..." he said and trailed off, his voice getting small at the end of the sentence. i stopped for a moment, and sat down on the couch, needing a moment to prcess everything. he saw him kiss me, didn't see me literally fighting him to get him off, and then had sex with a girl becuase he was annoyed. what the fuck? "wow harry, just wow," i said, trying to get him to leave. "what, hannah? what am i missing here? i know what i fucking saw hannah!" he said, his voice getting louder, worrying me slightly. i had never actually been yelled at by anybody other than my parents, and i really didnt like it. "harry... you have no clue what happened. he forced himself on top of me! i didn't kiss him once! he touched me and grabbed me, i had to push him onto the floor to get him off of me! he stormed out of my house because he was mad!" i yelled back at him, walking towards him while shooting him daggers with my eyes. his jaw dropped, and i could tell he realized how badly he had fucked up. "hannah..." he started, but i stopped him before he could say anything else. "get out, harry. please," i said. this time he agreed, and walked out the door, closing it swiftly behind him.