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"I'm fine out here, honestly," I tell Harry for the tenth time. He keeps offering his bedroom, saying he'll take the couch but I wouldn't feel comfortable in his bed.

"Okay," he sighs, giving up finally and dropping the pillow and blankets on the small coffee table in front of me. He plops himself down on the couch beside me, leaving a considerable amount of space between us.

I've finally calmed down after half an hour of endless tears and quiet sobs. Harry kept his distance, probably not sure what to do, but I'm grateful that he left me alone. I still cannot believe what happened, what she was doing. It makes no sense and I can't even come up with an excuse for her this time. She went too far, way too far.

I can admit now that in the moment I said a lot of things I probably shouldn't have. I regret some of them, but definitely not all of them. Maybe I shouldn't have gone as far as telling her she's screwed up and psychotic, but I couldn't help myself. The situation itself was messed up beyond belief and I couldn't think of anything else to say.  It was, however, exactly what I needed. It was a wake up call, telling me I do have to move out as soon as possible so I didn't hesitate when left. I have no intention of going back. I don't know where I will go but I can't go back there. I don't care if she finds out where I am right now or if she finds out anything that Harry has kept from her. She hurt me more than I thought she ever could, but she managed. I'm done trying to keep her happy, I never should have bothered.

"So, why are you here?" Harry asks quietly, his voice low and holding a hint of concern. An old episode of a show I used to like is playing on the TV and I can't seem to tear my eyes from it. I can feel his gaze on my face, but I can't meet it.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I mumble. My eyes start to burn again but I suck in a deep breath to keep the tears back.

"Your sister keeps calling me," he says and my chest tightens. "Should I answer?"

"I don't care. She's your girlfriend, why wouldn't you?" I'm completely aware of the lack of emotion I'm giving him which is unfair since he is allowing me to seek refuge in his apartment.  But if I allow myself to be vulnerable right now, I know I'll break down.

"Because I'm talking to you right now. Whether I'm dating her or not, I'm not going to drop everything for her," he says, his tone kind and soft.

I can still feel his eyes on my face, burning my skin, as I stare straight ahead. I don't know why I decided to come here of all places, it can only cause problems.

"I'm not really in the mood to talk," I whisper, turning my head to finally meet his eyes.  His features are soft and he watches me carefully, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His pale eyes trail over my face slowly, examining every inch of it, and for some strange reason I don't feel uncomfortable.

"I'm glad you came," he says softly, half smiling at me.

"It's only until I find a place to live..." I don't know how long that will be. Part of me hopes it will be soon, but another part is hoping that soon won't come too quickly.

"Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask almost immediately, not really thinking the question over before it falls from my lips.

"Doing what?" He furrows his eyebrows and angles his body toward me on the sofa.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why do you care so much about what happens to me? I don't get it," I say quietly. It's a real mystery to me why Harry doesn't seem to want the same space from me that I do from him.

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