Chapter 55

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| Fifty Five |

Luke drops me back to the house and informs me that I have a week to get things out. Despite the fact that I still hadn't confessed it to Harry.

I was dreading the thought.

I open the door and run up the steps before hearing Harry's raspy voice.

"Ari."

I slowly walk down the steps so I was visible to his face.

"What?" I ask.

"I-I just wanted to see you..." He stutters, turning away.

Harry embarrassed?

"I mean, to see if you were ok,"

"I'm fine. Thankyou." I say slowly.

I bite my lip. Maybe it was best to just get it over and done with now whilst he was speaking to me.

"Look Harry, while we're here, I do have something to tell you," I sigh, walking down the steps to him.

A gleam of concern shimmers in his eyes.

"You won't overreact?"

He nods, al though I knew he was lying.

"I just want you to know, this is my decision ok," I bite my lip. "I need to do this,"

"Just tell me,"

I look at him before turning my attention to the ground.

"I'm going to be moving out,"

There was silence. I force my eyes on his and his eyes burn in frustration, clenching his fists.

"What? Where are you going?" He grits.

"Harry I told you not to get mad," I shout. "You can't control me, you know I could never stay here,"

He calms a little but I know inside, he was fuming. Why can't he just let me go?

"Where will you go?" He whispers.

I bite my lip, making his attention fall to my lips.

"I don't know yet," I whisper. "Probably Luke's."

His eyebrows lower.

"You are not going,"

I stare at him in shock.

"Yes I am," I shout in anger.

"You barely know the guy."

"And how is this situation any different from ours?"

His face drops a little before walking up to me.

"Please," he says softly. "You don't want to do this, I know you don't,"

I hesitate, staring at his plump lips.

"Harry, he's my boyfriend," I say. "I want to do this,"

He stares at me in so much anger and frustration.

He pushes past me, walking out the door.

"Harry?!" I call after him, running. "Where are you going?"

He walks in big, fierce, strides and it was hard to keep up with him.

He stops.

"Give me your phone,"

"Wh-what why?" I stutter, full of confusion.

"Just give it to me," he says with forced expression.

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