two | h.s. - t.c.

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he slammed his hand onto the white wall near my face, leaning towards me.
"forget the talk." he said quietly, i could tell he was pissed off.

"no." i said with a shrug, and his raised his eyebrows.

"it wasn't a question for you to answer." he said as he held onto my chin, forcing my head up to remain eye contact with him.

"yeah okay." i said, looking into his eyes as i tried to read them.

it was like i had to start from scratch, trying to get him to show me his emotions again. the progress i made yesterday seemed to be long gone.

he let go of my face, holding a conceited smile as he let out a laugh, looking at the empty hallway as if he couldn't believe me right now.

he leaned towards my left ear, causing my hand to raise up to push his head away, but he caught me by my wrist, holding it tightly.

"don't mention last night again, not to me, not to anyone else." he said quietly in my ear.

"you act like we killed someone, what's so bad about what happened? what, you began to open up to me?" i said.

"what did i just say?" he asked loudly.

"okay, calm down!" i said, pushing him away from me. "why're you so afraid of getting to know me." i stated rather than asking, knowing he wouldn't have answered my question.

we stood there in silence as his expressions changed, as if he began fo feel bad. i took a step forward, trying to walk away as he held onto my arm.

"wait no—wait i'm sorry." he mumbled as i said "just let me go." while i tried to walk away.

"i'm sorry." he said loud and clear, "just wait." he said calmly, letting go of my arm once he realized that he had been gripping onto me.

"i need to go." i said, "i think i got your point though."

i looked at him one last time before walking away, forgetting about the coffee i was supposed to be getting. i found the small table that the coffee machine stood on, along with packets of sugar, napkins, spoons and all.

upset, i zoned out as i made myself some coffee in one of the styrofoam cups. i emptied two packets of brown sugar, pouring in a splash of creamer from the mini fridge before stirring it. as i pressed the black lid onto my cup, i looked at my surroundings to see the halls empty.

i'm used to being annoyed from timothée, so i instead thought about harry and our last encounter.

"next time you sneak off, make sure timothée doesn't walk in right before you."

his words repeated in my head along with the image of him slamming his door in my face. why did he care so much? i was too distracted to construct an answer, so i instead went with the fact that he thought i chose to meet with timothée instead of him. technically i did—but none of this was planned, and i had totally forgotten about harry's note in that moment.

it was obvious they fought—and harry probably thinks i sided with timothée. which—i was on no ones side, i didn't want to get into a mess that only they could resolve. harry was purposely being salty towards me today, but he was still being somewhat professional, so i was scared to mention anything personal.

i took a sip of my coffee, burning my tongue a bit which ruined my mood even more. by the time i entered the room to see harry, i was just pissed off.

"took you long enough." he said under his breath, and i set my cup down a little too hard, causing him to look my way.

i ignored his comment and intimidating stare as i propped my knees up, leaning my journal against them as i began to write.