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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

“so what you’re saying is that Max is coming back?!” Her face beamed with happiness, my plan worked.

“…yes that’s right but when he comes back the school is going to be keep a close eye on him”

“Thank you!,and just so you know this does not mean everything’s okay”

“That’s fine with me…as long as you stay out of trouble, I won’t bother you again. But, if something does happen I won’t hesitate to expel Max for good” I warn her just so she knows I’m still in charge , not her.

“Whatever” she rolled her eyes at me with a sigh.

“Rosie you should know by now not to speak to me like that”

“And you should know I still don’t listen to people who hurt me!”

“God damnit Rosie are we still back to to this again? Or am I going to have to remind you who’s in charge here?”

“You hurt me and that’s not alright” a tear slid down her cheek.

“I know it’s not and I’m sorry for hurting you” I raise my hand to wipe away her tear , but she flinches.

I step back, almost as if I was hit by a truck.

“Are you afraid of me?” I asked, Pain lacing my voice.

She didn’t say anything.

“Rosie,just talk to me please”

Not a word escaped her lips, and this was the silence I was dreading. I couldn’t read what she was feeling, her eyes were murky and sad, maybe I had went too far. I never intended to hurt Rosie this bad.

Rosie

I left the room, I couldn’t bare the sadness in my heart. I was hurting. I immediately called Max telling him the good news but he knew something was up so I told him what had happened just now. He said I should go home, so I did.

The rest of the day I was wrapped in my covers, and as much as I tried to make my mind dissolve Harry, it was useless. He was constantly on my mind whether I liked it or not.

The imagine floating round my head was the hurt in Harry’s eyes ,maybe now he will understand what he makes me feel most days.

No! I wasn’t this person. The one who makes people feel bad just because I feel a little sh*tty.

I texted Harry.

I’m sorry

For what?

Everything

He had seen the last message and I was wondering what he was going to say but checking my phone every 30 seconds was not healthy for me so I left it alone.

Half an hour late Someone was knocking at my door. Please be Harry.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me” the deep, yet gentle voice soothed me and i was once again under his spell. 11

I opened the door and he stood there staring into my eyes with his golden glare.

I missed him.