Captured
"Why are you being nice to me?" was all I could manage to say.
He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing, "I don't understand."
"Just two days ago, we were arguing. And occasionally, you are a douche bag. And I guess I made it pretty clear that I hate you with every flesh in my body, but you're being nice to me."
Harry was silent for a long time, and I can't help but wonder if he's searching for the right words to say. He breathed heavily, and finally, "Because I'm a guilt-ridden dick head, Austin. Fuck, I am trying to be fine and dandy, and erase the impression I made on you. I want us to start over, and you question me for being nice."
What?
"But maybe I was wrong. Because you're just like them. You say things like 'Harry is a jerk' without even knowing me."
I swear I have no idea where this is coming from.
"I'm sorry that I was drunk that night when I harassed you in the elevator. I was drunk because there I thought things were going to work out between me and Ellie, but it didn't. Because she believes that I'm just going to play with her heart, that I am never going to be capable of love."
"Harry, you're drunk. You don't have to do this."
"I have to, Austin. I have to explain to you why I'm a big ass-hole. It's because you stereotype me as the bad boy. You're all judgmental. You're all the same. You, Ellie, and the rest of them."
"Harry-"
"I'm really sorry, Austin. I really am."
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, but before he entirely disappeared into the dark, he said, "I want to go back to New York."
He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing, "I don't understand."
"Just two days ago, we were arguing. And occasionally, you are a douche bag. And I guess I made it pretty clear that I hate you with every flesh in my body, but you're being nice to me."
Harry was silent for a long time, and I can't help but wonder if he's searching for the right words to say. He breathed heavily, and finally, "Because I'm a guilt-ridden dick head, Austin. Fuck, I am trying to be fine and dandy, and erase the impression I made on you. I want us to start over, and you question me for being nice."
What?
"But maybe I was wrong. Because you're just like them. You say things like 'Harry is a jerk' without even knowing me."
I swear I have no idea where this is coming from.
"I'm sorry that I was drunk that night when I harassed you in the elevator. I was drunk because there I thought things were going to work out between me and Ellie, but it didn't. Because she believes that I'm just going to play with her heart, that I am never going to be capable of love."
"Harry, you're drunk. You don't have to do this."
"I have to, Austin. I have to explain to you why I'm a big ass-hole. It's because you stereotype me as the bad boy. You're all judgmental. You're all the same. You, Ellie, and the rest of them."
"Harry-"
"I'm really sorry, Austin. I really am."
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, but before he entirely disappeared into the dark, he said, "I want to go back to New York."
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty One
- Chapter Twenty Two
- Chapter Twenty Three
- Chapter Twenty Four