"No one else can hurt you like I can." I pushed back his shivering body that was yearning for me. I couldn't hear this anymore, how much I needed him. It was driving me mad. " Norie, why is that?" "Harry-" "Answer me Norie." "No!" "Norie!" I didn't want to say it. I wasn't even sure if the feelings I was experiencing were mine to experience. I was in a state in which I had no control over. After seeing Harry after 4 years I didn't know what to think. "Norie?" "Because I love you!" I sighed.


11. Chapter Eleven


"Shh." He cuts me off and leans forward turning the radio. 


"Shh-" I turn in my seat and face the road. We have been driving for what seems like hours and Harry won't just tell me where we are going. 

"Stop pouting." He tells me, glancing over. "We're here." West Brook High school slowly comes into view and the smile across his face becomes wider. What are we doing at the high school? Why he is happy to be here?

"Harry? Why are we-"

"Could you shut up?" He snaps parking across the street and killing the engine. I squint at him but stay quiet. We stare at each other intensely before he pushes his door open and steps out. 

"Come on Norie." I huff but follow him as he crosses the street and runs down a hill leading towards a railroad track. 

"Harry!" I yell stumbling over my feet, trying my best to keep with his pace."Wher-You're going to fast." His body disappears behind the building and I'm stuck trying to run faster. "Would you stop-" He stands with his back against the building, I turn and see Louis' name written in orange graffiti. My name over laps his in twisting pink and purples and Harry's Covers our's in blue. 

"Why-" He cuts me off, pulling two spray cans from behind his back. 

"I wanted to-" This is my chance to cut him off. I take the spray can and shake it, popping the cap off. He smiles and does the same. "Do you remember when we would escape from gym class and come back here." I nod.

"Yes, this was the place where I had my first smoke. My first destruction of property and my first ki-" I stop thinking about Harry's fingers around the nape of my neck and our lips touching. I hear the sound of the compressed air escaping the the can. 

"Me too." I press the nozzle and make a wispy covering Louis fading L. The whole wall has now become a sexual cluster and bully site with phone numbers everywhere, including Louis' old number that he put there on a bet. 5 years ago, this has lasted for 5 years and it's still here. I can't imagine 5 years ago, it seems so much easier to acknowledge but I can't even think past Wednesday . " Our first fight happened here." I swallow and turn to him. He steps back and gestures for me to stand beside him. 

"Look." I still Love you. His hand grazes mine as he drops the pray can and tugs my chin up to his lips and presses them to mine. I melt under his touch and place my hand on his pushing him away.



"You can't just kiss me." My lips still tingle with the abandonment from his touch. What is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? Does he think he can just come and show me this and everything would be fine and I'd run into arms. Like I was back then. So naive. He is insane. 

He finds my waist and pulls me back into his chest and wraps his fingers around my jawline and presses our lips together fighting for ground. I pry at his finger, but his fingers are too strong and I find myself fighting urges I never thought I had to. I push at his chest, as his fingers intertwine with my hair. 

"Harry!" His lips are red and puffy as he bites down on them and stares at me. Both of our chest heaving from the struggle. "What is your problem?" He runs his fingers through his hair and turns putting the other one up there. 

"I'm thinking."

"About?" He stays quiet. "Harry-"

"You really talk a lot huh?" I step back as he walks past me and up the hill. "Come on." I stand my ground, confused beyond words. "Come on."

"Har-" He angrily stalks down the hill and grabs my wrist pulling me behind him. "Sto- Harr-Listen!" I shout whipping my hand out of his grip.

"Talk to me. You can't just come back after 4 years and expect me to be head over heels for you again and on top of that all the crazy stuff happening with Alex and-" I swallow. "Talk to me."

"It doesn't matter. It never did."

"Then, why am I here and why did you write that?" 

"It doesn't matter, Norie!"

"Yes! It! Does! I'm so tired of you acting like your the only person in the world who gets to make decisions. You never told me why you left or for that matter that you were leaving! You always do this. You never give me an explanation and I deserve it! I need it! You are so selfish-"

"Fine! You want to fucking know?! Huh?"


"I sold drugs. I did things a normal 16 year old would never do, but I'm sorry my family wasn't as rich and perfect as yours." I stand quiet, looking at him sympathetically. 

"Why did you leave?" 

"Because things got to out of hand and I couldn't handle it anymore.Alex got us into some shit and-" 

"What did he get you into?"

"It doesn't matter. You don't need to get into this." He goes to walk away but I grab his hand.

"I want to." 

"Make up your fucking mind." He snaps walking back to the car. I dig in my pocket and find my phone. Louis'll know. 



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