Imagine part 37//
"I didn't react, I left him Harry! I fell in love with him and left him for this set up, you have to understand that resisting his touch is hard!" I shouted trying to not let my emotion take over because of the alcohol, but seeing Harry so angry yet so voulnerable it was hard to hold back my tears. "This set up.. This set up has changed my life (y/n)", he mumbled. I sighed and looked down at my hands. I could still smell the strong scent of alcohol on me. "You still yell at me all the time", I whispered afraid of what he would do next. "I am doing this for you! I am trying to change to be with you, to make you happy! You make me feel like it's possible to actually care so much for one person, so seeing you hold Marcus's hand, and not leave him makes me realise how terrible I am for you (y/n). I realised that all I will ever do is this. Make problems, fight with you, all because of my feelings for you", He shouted as he ran his hand through his hair, it sounded like he was out of breath, he was talking so fast. "God Harry, you're worth so much more than you give yourself credit for!" I shouted getting up from the sofa, trying to walk in a straight line towards Harry. "How can a boy that killed his father be worth anything? A guy that only yells at the girl he wants, a guy that doesn't know how to treat anybody good? How can this be good?!" He asked pointing at him, from top to toe. I tried taking his hand but he stepped away, obviously not in the mood for my touch. "Maybe we shouldn't do this then, maybe us hating eachother was just better!" I shouted irritated, as the tears finally fell down my cheeks, and I didn't wipe then away. I let them fall. "Maybe we should", he mumbled, looking away. It looked as if he was about to cry aswell. "I'm sorry for caring", I mumbled irritated and walked past him. I heard him sigh before he called my name. "Come back here", his voice said sounding calmer. I didn't listen, my head was aching from all the alcohol, and the tears wouldn't stop falling. "(Y/n)", Harry mumbled coming closer. I turned around and looked at him. He saw my red eyes, he saw how much it hurt to walk away. "I'm sorry", he whispered looking down. I gently wiped away the falling tears and looked at him, not saying a word. "Talk to me", he pleaded. His eyes were full of sadness and regret, and it killed me seeing him like this. "I'm going to bed", I mumbled before I turned around and walked away. This time he didn't follow me, yet a part of me wished he did.//
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