Mirage

Chapter 11

(FORGET ABOUT WHAT I SAID THAT I'M ONLY WRITING IN HARRY'S P.O.V. THAT'S DIFFICULT!! SO HERE'S THIS CHAPTER! IT'S TOO LONG OVER DUED BUT I HAD EXAMS AND IT'S FINALLY OVER SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME!! XOXO)

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"You're walking in the wrong direction." I yelled earning weird looks from everyone around. Why does she have to be so God damn difficult? "Leigh-Anne!!" I shouted once more but she kept still in her movement. She stopped, but didn't turn around.

I drive the car further up to where she's standing to gain easier access to her. I contemplate if to come out of the car or not but I decide to. What do I have to lose right? She's already gone physcotic on me.

"Babe?" I whisper once I'm nearer to here. But not too near though, I'm afraid she might slap the shit out of me and that night cause a scene and I don't want that right now. I've had a long weekend.

Just as I thought, her squeaky voice is here as she's arguing again. "What the fuck Harry? Get away from me."

I'm trying really hard here and her awful attitude isn't helping one fucking bit.

"Firstly. you're walking in the wrong direction if you want to back to the dorms. Secondly, why won't you let me drive you? It's at least an half an hour drive."

"Why the fuck do you even care?" Oh so this is what's it about. She's holding a fucking grudge. I'm not like that. I'd fucking tell her off and fuck her the next day and I don't give a flying fuck about how she feels. Although I've never fucked her. However, I could if I wanted to.

"I don't." I admit. "I don't care, why would I care about you?" Her face falls.

I shouldn't be treating here this bad. After all the shit she went through with that faggot not even a week ago. And I basically forced her tell what me what was wrong with her. She was nice at first I guess but then the bitch mode over shadowed the nice girl who I sort of liked.

I take my eyes off of the ground I'm standing on to look at her face. I can see the tears at the corner of eyes begging to be release. The thing is, I can't help but she bad things to her. I say it and then regret it only seconds later. But then hours later, I'm back to telling her shit again. I need to get my shit together. I've never felt this way before and I swear I'm going to pass out.

"I didn't mean that." I quickly recover from my last insult to her before she can speak again.

"Harry, don't shit with me." her voice falling this time.  "I've barely known you for a week. And it was one of the worse weeks of my life. So please, just drive me to the dorm and then don't talk to me after that. Okay?"

I didn't think it would have been to this. I usually would have my way with girls. Well, after Macy anyway. They both literally drive me insane.

"Okay." I nod.

Leigh's P.O.V.

He gives me whiplash. With the worse pain of all. I try the best to put up with all the shit he says to me but I can't take it anymore. I've only spoken to him about three out of the seven days I've known him and not a day passed but where he won't say anything horrible to me. I've had enough. It's too much for me to handle, with the Aiden and now Harry. Nope. I've reached my epitome.

The drive to the dorm seems longer than it was to get here. And energy in the air is negative as Harry nor I am speaking but I can feel the tension.

We finally arrive at the dorm and I've never been more relieved.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Harry's voice is barely a whisper. I don't stop what I'm doing because I know he's lying. Again.