The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 32

It was a poem.

I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run

I just wanna run
I'm out here all alone
I try to call your house
Can't reach you on the phone
I'll gather up the nerve
I'm packing up my bag
It's more than you deserve
Don't treat me like a drag

I'm feelin' like I keep on talking
I'm repeating myself,
My words lost all meaning
I keep talking
I repeat myself

I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run 
I just wanna run 

Like a game of chess
I predict your move
I think I know you better
Better than you do
I'm sick of feeling cheap
Cheated and abused
Sick of losing sleep
Thinking about you

I'm feelin' like I keep on talking
I'm repeating myself,
My words lost all meaning
I keep talking
I repeat myself

I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run
I just wanna run, throw it away

I want to know what it meant. What was she writing it about? Who? Who was she so caught up in? Probably Logan...

A knock on my door broke me from my sleepless eyes and Daphne walked in and sat on my bed. 

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. 

"Harry, do you think we'll ever be happy?" she mumbled as she stared up at me like an abused puppy. 

"I don't know, Daph," I frowned and I felt my brows come together. 

"I think your happy, but you just don't know it," she spoke quietly. 

"Not anymore little sister."

"What happened?" she frowned almost on the verge of tears herself. Was I just an awful thing for women to speak to?! How many mistakes can I make in one night? How many girls can I make cry?

"It's nothing," I stood up and walked over to where my music sheets were from when I wrote. They layed there in a messy pile from when Callie had picked them up when I got mad back on my birthday which felt like ages ago, but it was only last week. I layed the book on them and then I sat down at the piano and lifted the top off the keys. My fingers slid over them and I felt Daph sit next to me. 

"I think you'd anything for her, Harry. I think she scares you, too." 

"She doesn't scare me..." I mumbled as I played a few notes. 

"Does she make you feel happy?"

"Yeah."

"Do you love her?"

"No," I spoke calmly. 

"I think you're lying. You don't know what happiness is until you've found love, Harry. And you've found love after all these years. You just won't accept it. So as soon as you listen to your heart and not your venomous temper, you won't have to keep looking for happiness in stupid girls! You will lose the only person that will truly love you back. So get that through your thick head of curls!" she snarled as she stood up off the bench and slammed the door shut in my room.