Able to set my wrist free, I slammed the door. I couldn't make to my house door on time, he was already out the car. He whined my name.

"Elodie!" He yelled.

His touch startled me. His grip was now around my forearm.

"What?!" I spit out, ripping my arm from his grip.

"Don't do this to me. Don't leave me." He pleaded.

Everything suddenly took a wrong turn.

"What do you want from me?! I'm trying! I'm trying so hard!" He yelled.

His voice caused a couple of dogs to bark down the street

"Fuck Harry! I'm not just sitting here! I'm trying too!" I yelled back.

I wanted to give him some more, but I felt the new tears coming in. Knowing my voice would break, I turned and ran to my door. He ran after me, but by the time I got inside, he was right at the foot of my door. He banged on it, but I just ignored him. He was lucky my grandparents weren't home. My grandfather would of already killed him. I went to my room, trying to take everything that happen it. It angered me. I felt like my body was a piece of paper set on fire, just incinerating and turning into nothing. My phone ended up on the floor shattered into huge chunks as I threw it. I was scared of myself now. I wasn't a person to get angry. I usually kept everything bottled inside. When my mother abused me, I didn't tell anyone. Made up stories about the bruises and cuts.

"Fuck." I muttered picking up the huge chunks.

I sat on the floor thinking. My eyes hurt from crying too much. I went into the bathroom to clean up. My eyes were red, my eyeliner smudged slightly. I cleaned my face, removing evidence of the argument Harry and I just had. It was all over. My face revealed its natural beauty. I smiled to my self slightly, feeling a little better. A hot bath soothed me even more.

It's been nearly and hour and a half and Harry was still parked in my driveway.

"What the hell is he still doing here?" I whispered to myself, looking out my window. I watched as his bright lights on his car faded out of my driveway.

Still hurt and shaken up, I headed towards the kitchen. Everything in sight looked good. I grabbed a bag of chips, a pint of ice cream and some cookies. I slowly walked up the stairs, careful not to drop anything. Sadie joined me, sitting on my lap. I held her up and looked at her.

"I don't need him. All I need is you, food and wi-fi." I said kissing her.

I dug into my pile, big enough to feed a dozen people. Right in the middle of my pigging out, my grandmother knocked on my door.

"Come in." A chip fell out of my mouth.

"Hey." Her smile faded as she saw the junk that covered my bed.

"Is everything ok?" She asked.

I looked down at my food. I shook my head.

"What's the matter?" She asked sitting next to me.

"Harry and I had a fight." I spoke quietly.

She looked at the food once more before stroking my hair.

"I just couldn't do it anymore. The people follow-" I cut myself off.

She had no idea about Harry's life, that he was famous.

"What was that honey?" She asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"Everything happens for a reason. Maybe this was a sign saying you and Harry shouldn't be together." She said.

"Which is a shame because Harry is a very nice boy." She said with sorrow.

"I hope you two can overcome with what your struggling with." She said kissing my forehead, getting up leaving.

Her words lingered in my head. "Everything happens for a reason."

Notes

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