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"Tell me about when you do hate me." He insisted.
Our chests were inches apart and his nose was very close to mine. I was looking up at him as he still stood towering over me...
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After Harry cuddled me a little longer he got me water and turned on some music that liked. He let me stay in his bed for a little while he sorted through some business stuff.
He sat next to me with his laptop, sending and responding to emails, he took a few phone calls and he wrote some music. I wasn't great at reading music but I was good enough to understand what he'd done.
It was around 6 when I finally gained enough energy to get up.
"Where you going?" Harry asked when I stepped off the bed, but he seemed more concerned than angry or annoyed.
"I'm gonna shower, I feel gross." I said while scratching the back of my neck.
He looked so good right now and I knew I looked like a train wreck. He made me so nervous.
"You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said quietly before grabbing leggings and a sweatshirt and stuffing clean underwear in the pocket of my hoodie so Harry didn't see.
I knew if he did he'd have some sort of cheeky remark.
I walked into the bathroom and set my clothes on the counter before locking the door and grabbing towels out of the linen closet.
I started the water and undressed as I waited for it to warm up. I tried to keep my mind calm but it was all too much.
Everything the last week had been an emotional roller coaster I couldn't get off of. I was stuck in that stupid uncomfortable chair with the seat belt too tight. The loops and drops were spastic and random.
And I couldn't get off the fucking ride before I was vomiting all over myself and blacking out.
That's how my week has felt.
I walked into the shower and let the warm water coat my body. I enjoyed the warmth as much as I could while my brain still raced with thoughts.
My feelings for Harry were about as bipolar as he acts. One minute I'm throwing books and telling him I hate him, the next minute we're sitting in a hallway and I'm spilling little secrets to him and then he's holding me through a panic attack.
When he wasn't an ass he was actually really fun to be around. The moments we weren't yelling at each other we're actually quite pleasant.
