See you some other time,” she said and attempted to leave, and once again he told her to wait by holding back her hand. Harry knew she was right, yet the uneasy feeling in his chest was still there and he couldn’t get it to go away, just like he couldn’t convince her to cancel her date with the man who made her happy. She was looking at him, and he was staring at his feet. Once she’d finished, another paused soon followed. If you care about me, you should respect that.” “And I will be with whoever I want as long as that person makes me happy. Maybe in your eyes, I will always be a kid, but to the others, to him, I’m a grown woman who makes her own choices and mistakes.” She looked at him in the eyes and took a deep breath. “But even if I had, you would still have no right to say anything about my decision. She took a short pause, which only lasted for two seconds, but those were the worst two seconds Harry had ever experienced. He watched her catching her breath, and this time he had to think twice before he dared to ask, “have you slept with him?” Harry dropped his jaw but no sound escaped. “So? I’ve fucked men older than you and Isaac.” Her eyes could pop out of their sockets if she continued to stare at him like that. As soon as he’d let out those few words he could guess her reaction immediately. “He’s older than you,” he blurted without thinking twice. Why was he mad? He had no reason to be mad, yet he couldn’t help but feel that way, and no excuses his brain had made up could justify for all those emotions inside of him at this point. He should be happy for Y/N, and Isaac too. Isaac was a nice guy, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been friends, no, best friends, since their first year in university. Now that she’d pointed it out, Harry didn’t understand himself either. “You should be happy for me because that’s your best friend! At least now we both know my date is a nice person!” Harry didn’t know why he suddenly thought of that while she was scolding him now.
“I don’t understand you, Harry…” Y/N stomped her feet, arms crossed just like her 9-year-old self would. He then realized, though it was too late, that he should better shut up and just listen. “How the fuck could I know which one was your friend to stay away?!” The younger girl swung her arms in the air, and Harry knew she would only use that much body language when she was seriously pissed off. He’s my best friend.” The man furrowed his eyebrows, pointing to Isaac, who was texting on his phone and wasn’t paying attention to them.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Well, never mind then, Harry thought as he swallowed hard. “What the fuck?” She scoffed, widening her eyes at him.
Harry wanted to comment something about her looking the same as the 9-year-old he used to know, but he thought that would only drive her angrier. Once Y/N was sure Isaac had walked far enough and couldn’t hear them anymore, she turned back to the other guy. “I’m gonna go…wait by the car,” said the blond as he exchanged cautious looks with Harry and walked away to give the other two some privacy. Without a second look at her date, the girl took Harry’s wrist, and it was the first time in six years Harry had seen her fuming with rage. She had no idea what was going on, but she refused to be excluded from whatever those men had going on between them. Harry and Isaac both turned to Y/N, who had both hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised at the two of them. After this chapter, you’ll see why this Harry is the most difficult character development I’ve ever written. Just ignore all the mistakes you see because I haven’t edited this, but I’m so proud. Omg, this is probably the best chapter I’ve ever written in my life.
#THUMPER BAMBI FOLDING ARMS SERIES#
Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral. …in which Harry tries to mend the past, but Y/N wants to let it go. My Girl Series: Chapter 4 - Thumper The Rabbit
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