Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Six

Meredith's P.O.V

"What are you doing?"

I dropped the phone on the bed while my eyes went wide. Fuck, I got caught. But that's not the point. The dream was true. This fucking prick killed my parents!

I turned myself around to see Harry standing there, his face showing how pissed he was.

I stepped away.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled. He stepped closer, confusion written all over his face. "I'm warning you! Don't come any closer!" I screamed. I'm sure the neighbors could hear us but I didn't care. Tears were threatening to spill out but I kept on blinking them away. I didn't not want Harry to see me cry. Again.

"What is your problem?" He stepped closer which made me step back to hit my bed.

"YOU FUCKING KILLED MY PARENTS!" I yelled. I couldn't take it anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut making all my tears spill out.

I looked at Harry to see his face pale. He was lost with words obviously.

"It's true isn't it?" I cried. I turned around so he wouldn't see me cry.

"Meredith," He breathed. "No! Get out! I don't want to see you ever again! Just GO!" I yelled turning around and pointing to the door. His face for some reason held a sad face. I mean why be sad?

"Meredith, you don't understand," He said calmly. How could he keep calm when I'm here almost at the point where I rip my hair off!

"I do understand Harry. I knew I shouldn't be interfering with you." I replied softer then before.

"Meredith...."

"No, shut up! I told you to leave!" I raised my voice again.

"I didn't kill them!" He yelled making me wince.

"But your friend---"

"He doesn't know anything for fuck's sake! No one does!" He exclaimed tugging on his curls which I thought was pretty hot. Fuck! I am going mad!

"He said...." I whispered.

"And you believed the fucking text?" He asked. "You don't even know him! He could've been talking about another family!"

Is he fucking serious?

"Another family Harry? Huh? The last time I remember my name was MEREDITH WATSON! And my parents are DEAD!" I screamed.

"Fine your parents are dead but you don't know if I killed them or not!" I shot back just as loud.

"Then did you?" I asked. "Did you kill my parents? Whose name happens do me Lily Watson and James Watson!"

He stayed silent.

"Exactly! Admit that you are a fucking murderer and you killed my parents and ruined my life that hasn't even barely started!" I yelled.

He stared at the floor. He didn't even make eye contact with me.

I knew it.

"Go," I demanded, my voice lower then before.

"What?" He looked up, his eyes glossy. Why the fuck is he crying? He ruined my fucking life! I should be crying a waterfall right now which I am.

"I said go. Get out of my house," I responded not trying to yell since then I will lose my voice. My lungs already hurt.

"Meredith,"

"Get away from me! Get out! I never want to see your face ever again!" I yelled.

"You don't mean that," His voice cracked. His he fucking serious?