Harry stepped away from me, catching his breath. He swore lightly, running a hand through his hair. I watched him slowly. His shoulders had un-tensed, and this pleased me.
“Uh, you just kissed me,” he said, as if confirming what I’d done.
“To calm you down, yes.”
“Uh. Calm me down. Fuck.”
“Sorry,” I murmured. “I’ll leave now. Just wanted you to calm down.”
He sighed in frustration and nodded at me. “I… Shit. Yeah. You should, um. Go.”
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HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW –
I wrapped my fingers around the box in my hands, walking down the corridor slowly. I sighed as I stopped at her dorm, my eyes flickering over the post-it notes on her door. She never removed them. I was the one who had to take them down. It was odd, how many people were being mean to her.
I pulled off the post-its, scrunching them off and shoving them in my back pocket. I opened the door, sticking my head in slowly. There was a light gasp, and I frowned. Brenna dropped the lighter that she had been playing with. She stood to her feet quickly, running a hand through her dishevelled hair.
“Fuck. Don’t – don’t you know how to knock?” She hissed, her cheeks red.
My eyes flickered to the lighter on the floor. “What were you doing with that lighter?”
“Nothing, Harry.”
I set the box on the table, bending over and picking it up. “Nothing? Really? It didn’t seem like that from where I was standing.”
“I wasn’t doing anything, for God’s sake.”
“Show me your arms.”
“Harry,” she began, her hands on her hips.
I grabbed them, turning her arms over and glancing at her wrists. Nothing there, except for faded old cuts and burns. I frowned. “How long have you been clean for?”
“I don’t know, three months…?”
“Three months.”
“Three months.” She confirmed.
“Then why were you playing with the lighter?”
“I found it and I was bored,” she said, her lips pursed, “that’s it. Nothing else.”
“Alright. Okay. If… Alright.” I looked at her, and she glanced at the box I had set down.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“Uh. It’s for you, but I’m not giving it to you now. How have you been able to stay clean for so long?”
“Online therapist.”
“Therapist. Right.”
“Although, there have been a lot of times where I’ve wanted to kill you,” she deadpanned, her eyes glimmering lightly.
“Same here,” I muttered, dropping her hands. She frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You tease too much,” I said, not moving.
“Tease?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Every time I see you, you’re with a boy. Especially Daniel.”
“I work with him.”
“Yeah, but… He seems dodgy.”
“You’re just jealous,” she teased.
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Fanfiction"When something is broken, you can't fix it. But you can make it better. All it needs is love, care and attention." Broken. That's what Brenna was. With no family, and no money, it was a good thing she was smart. She had a scholarship for college a...
