Let the picture on top fuck your mind hehe

Her small, petite body shakes with sobs as she sits there on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around her knees making her look like a frightened little girl. Her eyes are blurry with tears and every passing minute makes it even more harder for her to get up and leave.

It pains her to think how easy it was for Harry to utter those words, to tell her to leave. After everything she went through, after losing everything she had this is how it all ends. It seemed too cruel and harsh to be real.

She closes her eyes for a moment and all the memories of the past few weeks cross her mind. Harry's twinkling eyes everytime he saw her, his big, goofy smile after he made some sexual comment, his kisses while they sat on the couch at night to watch some movie, his gentle touches, his loving words, all the things hoard her mind at the same time and she feels like screaming.

She wants to scream at God and ask him why he made her life so fucking difficult and why wasn't she allowed to love and be happy with someone she wanted in the first place. Why did Josh had to betray her anyway? Why didn't He let her have a happy ending like all those Disney movies she's watched?

Then she chuckles bitterly, thinking that she's not a fucking princess. Neither is this world hers or Harry's kingdom.

Another minute or so passes and then finally she decides that it's about time for her to leave. Leave the place she never wanted to be once.

It's ironic how a house she once wanted to escape from so badly is now the house where she wants to live for the rest of her life. The guy she despised more than anything else is the one she wants in her future. But that's just how humans are. They are fucked up.

She glances at the room one last time, eyes lingering on the unmade bed where Harry had made love to her the first time. Yes, she likes to think it was love making because that's what it was for her. She thinks of what Harry now thinks of their passionate night, probably a fucked up mistake. The thought tugs at her heart and more tears threaten to fall from her eyes but she shakes her head and breathe in shakily.

Learn to let go. It's time to let go. She tells herself, remembering the advice her mother always gave her

The key to happiness is letting go, you need to learn to let go, sweet heart. She always used to tell Laura.

People come and go in you life and Laura decides that as soon as she will leave Harry's house, he will cease to exist for her. He will become a mere stranger, just like he was before he kidnapped her and made her fall for him along the way.

She takes nothing with her when she steps out of the room, nothing except the phone and all the memories of her and Harry together. Good and bad both.

Laura walks at fast pace, keeping the sad thoughts out of her mind and forcing herself to believe that this is the right thing to do. To leave Harry. The person who was never meant to be hers from the start.

Her pace falters though when she enters the living room and sees his tense back. One of his hand is harshly tugging at those beautiful curls of his and for a moment Laura feels like scolding him for that. She stops herself though, knowing that she has no right to order him anymore. The harsh truth makes her heart clench but she decides to be stronger for once.

Her dad had always wanted a very strong daughter and for once, Laura wants to make her father proud.

Breathing in deeply she walks in his direction, standing a few feet away from her tall figure, still facing his back. He notices my presence though because he looks over his shoulder once before looking ahead of him again.

"I'm gonna leave." She announces in a small voice, all her determination to sound strong and confident going down the drain. "I didn't take anything from the room except the phone. You can check for yourself. "

She has an urge to add, that's not too much for a gold digger, huh? But instead she remains silent, deciding that there's no use of saying anything else. He had already made it very clear that he doesn't need her talking.

Laura waits for him to say something, anything. Harsh or gentle. She just wants to hear his beautiful voice one last time before she leaves his life for good.

Harry remains unmoving and silent though and she takes it as her queue to leave. With a sigh she starts making her way towards the front door. The small tears escape her eyes, betraying her.

"Wait." Laura feels a jolt of electricity pass through her body as soon as Harry utters the simple word. She stops in her tracks but doesn't find the strength to turn around and face him again without breaking down completely.

The sound of footsteps causes her to hold her breath and close her eye temporarily, to collect herself. She feels the hope bubbling up inside of her and feels like slapping herself for thinking that there's still a chance for them to somehow end up together.

"Take this." Harry says and she slowly brings her eyes up from the ground and towards his outstretched hand, holding a big amount of dollar bills.

She feels confused, why would he give her money if he doesn't care? With a frown etched on her features Laura looks up at Harry's face and finds his jaw clenched. The livid look in his eyes causes her to flinch back a bit. It seems like Laura's has taken away something very precious from him when all she had tried to do was mend him and make him strong enough emotionally to face the fucked up reality.

"I don't need your money." She tell him quietly, trying to smile but failing miserably. "If anything, give me a chance to explain."

Harry shakes his head at that and looks away from her, inhaling sharply and stepping out of her way.

"I don't need anymore fucked up stories. The ones I know are enough to eat me alive." He says with a shrug like it's no big deal but the way his voice wavers makes it obvious that he's trying to hide his emotions, putting up a hard facade.

Laura's aware of what will happen as soon as she'll leave the house though. Harry will drink until passing out, the only way known by him to tackle his problems.

There's an awkward silence between the two of them with Harry glaring at the floor and her staring right at him, as if trying to read his mind. To know what kind of havoc it is at the moment.

"Let me help you. Let me make everything better." She pleads quitely, letting the tears fall freely for once.

Laura gets onto her kness infront if him and wraps her arms around his legs, hugging them tightly.

"Give me a chance to explain." She says, her voice breaking as she cries, tightening her hold even more when he tries to get away from her grasp.

"Fucking let go." Harry barks at her, trying to shove her off himself and that's what makes her cry harder, the fact that her being on the knees, begging for another chance is not enough to melt Harry's heart.

With one particular hard shove, Harry's able to push her away and he's quick to put a little distance between their bodies.

"I don't your help. I don't need anyone. I'm so fucking done with this shit." He shouts at her and rougly grabs onto her upper arm, tugging at it harshly and causing her to stand up.

"Harry, stop." She gasps, trying to get her head around everything that's happening so quickly but as expected her request is ignored.

He starts taking long steps until he reaches the front door, throwing it open, he pushes Laura out of the house, not caring about the scream that leaves her lips when she falls down from being handled so roughly.

"Don't ever come back!" These are the last words Harry says to her as he stands there on the door, clutching the handle tightly, watching her struggle a bit to stand up, he body itches to move forward and help her stand onto her feet but he restrains himself from doing that.

"Whatever fucked up story you have, keep it to yourself. I don't need to hear it." Harry says further, not because he wants her to get it through her head but because he just wants to look at her beautiful face for a little longer and he hopes that the image will last forever in his mind.

Laura feels a sting in her left knee as she slowly rises from the ground but she's too busy looking at Harry to notice her own injury and the very last thing she sees before the door is slammed shut is the unshed tears in Harry's eyes.

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