//Emmy//
For some reason, as Harry’s hands gripped my waist tight, his lips perfectly synced with mine, I got this feeling in my gut. It told me to stop, I’m not sure why but it won’t go away. It’s like some sort of a guilt just burning inside of my body, like I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t let his carry on to a higher level, a place I know Harry is intending to go. Something inside of me just.. clicked.
Suddenly I find my hands on Harry’s chest, but not in a lustful way. With all the force I had in my body, I push him away, forcing myself back some too. I stumble a little over my feet, a hand running through Harry’s hair as he stands there, shocked and stunned as he glared at me. He wasn’t very happy about that move.
My feet step backwards a few more feet, just to keep my distance from Harry, knowing the frustration is growing inside of him. I was scared mostly because of Harry, but somewhat because of what that certain feeling might be.
“What the hell is wrong with you?’’ Harry snaps, his voice loud and stern. He doesn’t move from his current place, nor do I. I know how Harry can get, and I don’t want this to go bad.
“Are you going to fucking answer me or stand there like you just saw a god damn ghost!’’ Harry yells, more of a demand than a question.
I gulp gently, letting the lump slither down my throat. What is wrong with me? I don’t know. Why did I do that? I do not know.. I don’t.
“Emmy, I know you fucking hear me speaking to you. So you better answer.’’ He adds, raising his voice as he takes a few steps in my direction.
Instinctively, like I usually would in a time like this, I take a few more steps, trying to further the distance between me and him.
“I’m not playing with you, you better answer me Emmy.’’ Harry reminds me of his cruel games, he wasn’t kidding and I know that. But the thing is, I can’t say anything.
I just don’t know why. If only I could tell him, if only he could read my mind.. things would be so much better. But sadly that won’t happen.
“I will give you five fucking seconds to answer me.” Harry states, I know those numbers will begin to count down very soon. A shaky breath leaves my mouth, I was afraid more of what he’ll do than what he’ll say. Words hurt, but Harry’s hand hurts me more sometimes.
“One.” He takes a few more steps closer to me. I back myself up just to slam my body against the door. There’s nowhere else to go, I can’t leave that would only make things worse for me. There’s no telling what’s going to happen when he gets to five.
“Two.’’ Harry says, furrowing his eyebrows in an upset expression as he gets closer and closer by the second, literally. As for me, well, I still keep my lips sealed and locked, no words able to form in my mouth nor my head anyways, so what’s the point?
“Three.’’ Harry’s intense voice send chills down my spine, it’s almost over. Once again, however, despite my constant tries, I do nothing. I say nothing.
“Four.’’ Those beautiful green eyes were darker now, I know he’s extremely upset for sure. He burns holes right through me, just a few inches away from me. I hold my breath as I hear his heartbeat racing, he’s in a very unpleasant mood right now, and there’s nothing I can do.
“Five.’’ Harry says through gritted teeth, anger blazing in his eyes as he towers over me. I feel my hands shaking against my side, I didn’t have the nerve to stare at him anymore, so I look down between us. There was hardly any space, maybe two inches?
Harry’s hand grabs my wrist tight, I lightly let out a grunt at the sudden burst of pain. Here it comes. Here comes the yells, the bruises, more reasons to press the razor into my skin. One more addition to my list.. of why I shouldn’t be in love with him.
“I said, answer me.’’ And yet again, I give no answer to him. Just as Harry was going to open his mouth again just to scold me or yell at me, I feel something. Something quite different, but familiar. I throw my hand over my mouth, feeling my stomach turn as I notice Harry’s slight change of expression.
Without even thinking, or even realizing what was going on, I pushed past Harry and ran towards the bathroom. I hear him call for me, his panicking voice in mode as his heavy footsteps echoed in the room. I fall to my knees in front of the toilet bowl, not even a second later I was emptying my stomach.

//Harry//
“Emmy? Are you okay?’’ I frantically ask, slamming the bathroom door behind me. My eyes land on her body in the floor, her arms leaning on the toilet as she handles her business. I gulp gently at the sight, what’s going on this time? A nervous breath leaves my mouth unsteadily.
Here comes my guilt. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with her, perhaps she just didn’t want to kiss me. Obviously she’s not feeling well, so I know eventually I need to bring up an apology.
“Baby.’’ I mumble as I kneel down beside her, pressing my hand against the small of her back. I don’t directly watch her, I only keep my eyes on her back. She doesn’t like it when I come into the bathroom with her, she’d rather be alone. But yet again she knows that isn’t going to happen. I worry too much to ever leave her alone when she’s like this.

Notes

//sorry for the wait, holidays=shopping. Busy busy, but I won't let you guys down! More to come, a lot this week for sure! ♥♥//