Never Gonna Quit It [h.s.]

Chapter Sixteen:

"I have an older sister but she doesn't want anything to do with me. Or at least, she didn't the last time that I saw her."

"How's your Mum doing?"

He smiled at the question, "She's well, keeps bugging me about meeting you but I don't know, I don't want to do that just yet."

"That's good. I agree with you on that one. Maybe next holiday or something."

"I'd like that."

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There was a knock on the door and since Scarlett was cooking, her new distraction, Harry answered the door.

"Hell-" He was cut off by the crazy rehab girl trying to kiss him.

Pushing her away was slightly more difficult than he had anticipated for such a small girl and he found himself against the door frame, holding her away from him by an arms length.

"What in the actual-"

The moment the words left his mouth Scarlett took notice of the situation and not surprisingly, she threw a mug at the girl.

"Get the fuck off of my boyfriend and get the hell out of my apartment you delusional psycho!"

Ironically, that had her looking a bit crazy herself.

The mug had missed and shattered on the wall outside in the hall, probably pissing the neighbors off farther.

Rather than listen, the girl walked into her apartment and looked around, her eyes wide and curious.

Harry was the next to speak, "How the hell did you find me?"

The girl shrugged, "I wanted to, and I always get what I want."

"I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but he doesn't want you so whoops, you can't have him." Scarlett spoke before picking up the phone.

She clearly wasn't going to leave and Scarlett really wasn't in the mood to go to jail for doing something she shouldn't. So, she was going to have the police take care of it for her.

Harry and the girl were distinctly arguing and by the time she had hung up it was to the point where he was yelling.

"Get it through your head!! I am in a happy relationship with Scarlett not with you!"

The stupid girl crossed her arms with tear filled eyes, her answer equally upset as his had been, possibly even more so, "Stop lying! You love me, not some washed up whore!"

His fists were clenched so tightly that Scarlett was afraid he would actually hit the girl, "Don't you dare insult her!"

Scarlett moved behind him and took his hand in hers while speaking lowly in his ear, "It isn't worth it, calm down I already called the police."

"No Scarlett, I'm sick and tired of her. This is bullshit."

There was really no point in calming him down, he was very angry and she didn't seem to have his attention any longer.

Scarlett backed off and waited by the door, the sound of heavy boots ascending the stairs echoing against the dull walls of the hall moments after she'd done so.

They had just made it to the door when she heard the commotion in the kitchen and ran back inside.

Her eyes widened when they landed on the knife held to Harry's throat as he lie on the floor, straddled by the psycho rehab girl.

"Harry!" Scarlett attempted to get to him frantically.

One of the police took hold of her arms and held her back as she fought to get back to him.

"Tell me you love me!" The girl screamed as her hand that gripped the knife shook almost violently.

Harry's eyes moved from her to Scarlett, not once did he move or say a word. He didn't love her at all, the woman he loved was only inches away and probably terrified.

"Tell me!"

His eyes didn't leave Scarlett's, so that she knew he meant her and not the psycho girl on top of him, "I love you."

"Look at me!"

He breathed in deeply as he looked at Scarlett, small wet tracks lined her cheeks where some tears had escaped, her lips quivering as she looked right back.

One of the policemen had his gun raised, aiming it at the girl.

"Drop the knife or I'll shoot!"

As per the usual, the girl seemed to have had heard nothing and only added more pressure on Harry's neck, drawing a thin prick of blood.

Harry grimaced and promptly refused, which only made her even more enraged resulting in her smashing a plate Scarlett had set aside for their dinner.

A loud crack sounded in her ears and a splash of red adorned the girls white sleeves just under her shoulder.

The knife clattered to the floor and she cried out in pain, giving Harry time to slip out from under her and immediately envelope Scarlett in his arms.

Both officers moved to the girl, one cuffing her and the other radioing for an ambulance.

An hour of questioning later and they were free to clean up and do as they pleased.

"I'm sorry that our dinner burned, I didn't know what else to do that wouldn't get me or you in trouble." Scarlett spoke softly as she picked up the larger shards of glass left over from the plate the girl had smashed an hour earlier.

"Scarlett, it isn't your fault. We can make it again another time. Neither of us knew she'd track me down like that or completely lose all her marbles."

He retrieved the shards from her hands and disposed of them before gently helping her to her feet and pulling her closer to him.

"I'll clean this up and order some takeout. Why don't you go run a hot bath and relax, I'll join you in a little while."

Scarlett shook her head and smiled up at him, "You're not cleaning this up by yourself. I'll go after all the glass and burnt food is taken care of."

Harry closed the remaining space between them and kissed her deeply, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Scarlett fought back a giggle, "Only every day."

He kissed her once more, "Good!"