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Chapter 21- Thursday 4:01 p.m.

Jackie-

After classes I headed straight to Harry's dorm building, determined and worried but I knew that he was probably ok. The room door in view I knocked on his door three times.

Tapping my foot impatiently as the seconds went by the door opened slowly, low music playing in his room I let myself in spotting Harry's body covered in his blue comforter.

Noticing clothes, fast food wrappers, textbooks and paper strawn all over the floor. It's only been a week since they broke up.  "Dude," I sighed annoyed, closing the door behind me and stepping toward the bed, lifting the blanket but he held onto the corners tight.

"You are acting like such a baby. Come on!" I strained to remove it but his grip is stronger. Finally getting him to release but his slumped form is dragged on the floor. I removed the blanket off, revealing himself shirtless and in  black sweatpants.

"You have ruined my cave," he mumbled sadly pouting his bottom lip.

"Harry it's gonna be ok," I assured him with a pat on his shoulder but he nudged my arm away and headed by to his bed, sitting on the edge he handed me his phone wordless. Swiping it quick I saw the screen of a text from Meg: *its been fun* and a picture of her sitting on Jensen's lap and them making out. Shaking my head frowning I looked up to Harry, his palms cradling his head distressed and sad. He can't go on like this,  who the hell does she think she is?!  He should be pissed! 

My pulse racing in anger for him, wanting to call and curse her out but that would be low. Next time I see her I'm pushing her in a fountain.  Opening his gallery app I searched pics of anything Meg related. Finding the album labeled Love I selected all: from their selfies to intimate poses I know it's an invasion of privacy but I didn't care right now.

"What are you doing?" Harry questioned with a sniffle.

"Deleting all of her pictures," I bluntly said, the menu popped up asking me if I was sure to delete ready to select 'yes.'

"No." The bed creeked as he stood up I maneuvered away, going right to left to confuse him. Running in circles and phone still in my palm held tight. "You can't!" Tackling to the ground, I grunted in pain from my pelvis but didnt let go of his phone.

"What if I want to look back for memorabilia?!" He pleaded, reaching for the object but my long arms stretched.

"Are you crazy?! She left you like you were nothing!" Both of us wrestling for the phone, trying to push him off but he pinned my legs down hard. "Harry! I'm trying to help you!"

"By making me miserable?!"

"You're already miserable! She's a bitch!"

"Stop it!" Not saying anything else my thumb reached the delete button, erasing all of the pics. I exhaled and dropped the phone on the ground Harry crawled over me to retrieve his phone, his finger swiping on the screen furiously to search for the pictures.

"F**k!" He threw his phone, I watched it fly in the air and luckily landing on the mattress in a bounce. Nervous but still angry I turned to him, noticing the red rims and wet eyeballs my emotions dropping to feel his pain. I knew what I did was wrong but he didn't have to torture himself forever.

'You know I'm looking out for you,' the words swirling in my head but I don't open my mouth. Shuffling my feet waiting for him to do or say something but his stood hands pulling his hair staring at me with a blank expression.

I should just leave, I already made it worse. Walking to the door I turned the doorknob Harry's wet palm grasping my elbow halted my action spinning me to his chest and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly. Surprised that he hasn't yelled or pushed me out my arms over his back in the same manner.

He sighed tiredly into the crook of my shoulders nuzzled his nose softly against my skin. "I'm sorry," I whispered, he didn't respond but held me in his clutches as we stood in the middle of his room.