Dice [h.s.]

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Harry shook his head in his hands and then removed them. He revealed his tomato face and blood red eyes.

He was high

"Harry. Are you high?" I switched my eyes back and forth between his with a shocked expression painted to my face.

"What's it to you?" Harry's eyes locked on mine, causing me to stay on his. They were in a dead stare.

Hey, that's more words than go away at least

"Drugs aren't always the solution." I broke eye contact and shook my head in disappointment.

"Hugging and talking out your feelings isn't always either." Harry rolled his eyes while slamming his computer shut.

"You're right, it isn't. But sometimes pushing away the inevitable is worse than actually being a man." I stood up from my seat and walked mindlessly towards the fridge.

"What did you just say?" Harry stood up a few seconds after me and stomped towards the fridge. As I opened the stainless steel door, he slammed it.

"All I'm saying," I slid under his arm and walked around the counter. "Is that maybe if you weren't such a pussy then you would actually be a man." I turned my back to him and pressed it against the cold counter top.

I need to get him angry

"You don't know what the fuck your saying." Harry appeared in front of me and pushed his body against mine. He pinned his arms on either side of my body.

"Awe, is the little man getting angry?" I spoke in a baby voice with a slight shake in my voice.

Something I've picked up with Harry is in order to get to him, you have to rise above him. Show him that you're not below him, that you can be higher than him. He's not as dominant as he plays off.

"Are you trying to make me want to kill you?" Harry's eyes were black and his jaw was tight.

"I don't know Harry, am I? Or is this the only way to get to you because you can't even let me help you!" My whisper quickly turned into a shout as I moved my face closer to his.

"I don't want to be helped!" Harry barked back. His jaw was still sharp and locked. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

"Why not!" I screamed back.

"None of your fucking business!" Harry spoke through his teeth while veins bulge from his face and neck.

"Just tell me!" I wanted to push him or punch him because he's being absolutely ridiculous right now.

"No!" He hissed.

"Yes!" I lunged towards him.

"Fine, you want to know fucking why?! Because everyone I let help me and get close to me dies!" Harry shouted back, his eyes swirling with darkness.

I pushed my back against the counter. His words threw me off. He just admitted something, An insecurity. Something I sadly had to forcefully pull out of him. But it worked, getting him mad worked.

I have methods to my madness

"I've never had a fear of death." I lowered my voice back to a whisper as I pulled my hand up to cup the side of his face.

Now that the hard parts are done, I can be there for him.

I broke a small part of him. The part that Ryleigh's death had fractured. The part that's been bruised since both his parents died. The part that was put back together when he loved Ryleigh all those years ago.