Rachelsnoveller

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“Enough is enough!” Beanca snapped. “Enough of your stupid explanations!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “Beanca why don’t you trust me?! Why do you always suspect me?! Every girl I’m hanging out with is not my afair! Andrea is just a friend of mine! Why does that not get into your fucking brain?!” Harry punched his fist onto the wall with so much anger. “Oh! So are you trying to say my eyes lie?! If you ain’t having an afair with Andrea then why the hell did you give her a passionate kiss in the rain?! Do you think I’m hell lot of a blind?!” Beanca was so angry that her veins were popping out of her neck. Harry was in lost of words. He realized that Beanca have seen everything and now he simply can’t convince her that she was wrong. Realizing that he is in a great trouble, his hands started shivering and his heart was beating rather wildly. However, Harry calmed  himself and walked closer to Beanca  grabbing her shoulders lightly. “I’m sorry Beanca,” his voice softer than before. Beanca quickly shrugged her shoulders off his hands and screamed, “SHUT UP!” Beanca was so angry and at the same time disappointed with Harry. She felt a stab in her heart every time she realized Harry, the man she loves the most, betrayed her. Beanca knelt down on her knees and buried her face into her palms. Tears were streaming down her face more than usual. As each drop of tears fell from Beanca’s eyes, Harry’s guilt pricked him badly. Harry was in dilemma. He was stuck in between the choice of consoling her and living her alone. In the end, he made up his mind and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. 

Harry boarded his car and drove straight to the nearest pub. Harry was experiencing mixed feelings within him and he felt that the only way to care less is by gulping pints down his throat. However, each pint he gulped felt more like an oil that caused the fire within him to burn more furiously. Nothing seemed to make him feel better. Even the pints failed on him. With utter disappointment, Harry took the money from his back pocket and threw it on the bartenders’ face. Regardless of gulping down 10 pints into his stomach, he was still walking steadily. 

It was an hour since Harry left the house and Beanca’s eyes were still full of tears. The more she thought about Harry, the more pain and tears streamed down her face. Those tears never seemed to dry up. All of a sudden, an idea flashed in her brain like a lightning. She immediately wiped her tears and strode to the kitchen. With so much frustration, she pushed down all the things on the dining table. In the midst of venting her frustration, she felt a pen knife on the desk. She took the pen knife with her bare hands and stared at it for a very long time. She slowly brought the pen knife to her wrist and slit it letting out blood and agony to drip on the floor.

Harry made his way into his car and locked all the doors. He lied his head gently on the front seat and tried to stop his mind from thinking too much. However, the utter silence in the car made his mind voice increase it’s volume to the maximum. The noise was so frustrating to Harry that he decided to blast his iPhone. When he was about to pick up his phone, he received a phone call. It was from Beanca’s sister, Ariana. Harry rejected her call, as for now all he wanted was some peace of mind. Ariana realized that Harry was rejecting her calls and therefore, she sent him a text message. His phone vibration made his hands to vibrate causing him to be more alert. He swiped his phone to unlock and read the message he received. “Harry, please don’t avoid this message! Beanca cut her wrist and she’s unconscious! I don’t know what to do and you need to come quick!” Upon reading the message, his mind went all blank. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead due to immense nervousness.  Without delaying any further, he quickly started his car and drove to Beanca’s house. 

“Ariana open the door it’s me, Harry!” Harry banged onto the door impatiently. Ariana rushed to the door and opened it, allowing Harry to enter. Harry’s eyes searched for Beanca frantically. The moment his eyes spotted her, Harry rushed to Beanca. “Beanca wake up. This is me Harry. I’m sorry for everything I did. Please wake up Beanca! Please!” Harry tried his best to wake Beanca up by pushing her shoulders back and forth. So much of blood had dripped on the floor and it was making Harry dizzy. Yet, Harry didn’t give up. He slowly brought his fingers near her nose to check if she was breathing. However, his heart sunk at the feel of no air from her nose. He quickly lied his ears on her chest to hear her heart beat but there was no beat either. Tears were flowing down his eyes unknowingly. “Beanca wake up! Beanca! Beanca! Beancaaaaaa!!” Harry screamed in pain.

‘I wanna stay up all night and do it all with youuuuuuu!’ rang Harry’s alarm waking him up from his deep slumber. Harry quickly woke up from his dream with his eyes all teary. His heart was beating wildly and he was breathing too quickly. Harry pinched himself to see if he was in reality. Yet, it wasn’t convincing enough. He quickly grabbed his phone and punched Beanca’s number. “Hello. Harry is that you?” Beanca’s sweet voice calmed Harry massively. Harry let a sigh of relief that was loud enough for Beanca to hear at the other end of the receiver. “Harry are you alright?” her voice was filled with worry. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just felt like hearing your voice so I called. Baby girl….. can we meet up for dinner tonight?” asked Harry. “Sure. You choose the venue and call me so that we can meet up?” Beanca agreed to his dinner date. “How about you come to my home instead?” Harry tried convincing Beanca. “That’ll be good.” agreed Beanca and cut the call. Harry lied his right palm on his chest and let a sigh of relief, “Thank god, it was just a dream!”

Since Harry’s family was out to town, he was alone at home. Therefore, he decided to have candle light dinner with his beloved Beanca, at his house itself. As excitement possessed his body, he quickly dressed up in his formal wear. He was wearing a blue blazer on top of his plain white tee shirt. To match the blazers, Harry wore a blue skinny jeans with a pair of brown boots. To look smarter, he wore a black bow tie around his neck. His hair was nicely made showing his curls vividly. As he did his final touch up, the door bell rang. He quickly grabbed the bouquet of flowers on the dining table and ran towards the door. Harry inhaled a deep breathe and opened the door. Harry couldn’t believe his own eyes. He froze at the sight of the stunning Beanca. She wore a blue floral dress that made her look like a princess and her hair was bund neatly, allowing strands of curls to fall by her soft, baby cheeks. As much as Harry was mesmerized, he was unable to take his eyes off her. “Harry, can I come in?” Beanca’s voice made Harry come back to reality. “Yeah sure,” he welcomed her home with a bouquet. He held her hands and lead the way to the dining table. 

As Beanca gobbled down her food, she started the conversation, “What’s the reason behind this special dinner? Why were you so panicked when you called me?” “Well…umm….basically…I had a nightmare. I had those kind of nightmare where you die. I was traumatized by it and felt the need to meet you.” said Harry clearing his throat. Beanca opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish, trying to say something but she was clueless on what to reply him. Therefore, she continued eating. An awkward silence filled the entire dining room.

Dinner was finally done and Harry and Beanca were chilling at the living room watching television. Harry leaned forward to take the remote control and switched off the television. He then faced Beanca and took a deep breathe before starting his speech, “Beanca, I just want to tell you that I love you to bits. I love you more than anything and anyone in this world. I-” paused Harry to find the right words to say. He then cupped Beanca’s cheeks with his bare hands and continued, “I just want to live my entire life with you. I want to marry you. I want to make beautiful babies with you and all the more, I just want a peaceful death in your arms. I simply can’t imagine a life without you Beanca. I know I’ve erred so many times. Yet, you’ve forgiven me all the time. I’m the most luckiest man in the world Beanca. I’m really so lucky to get you. I..I just want you for all my life baby,” a huge lump was forming in his throat making it difficult for him to continue. Beanca was at the verge of her tears. She was dumbfounded and at the same time clueless why Harry was saying all of this. Harry’s heart sunk at the sight of Beanca’s teary eyes. He gently hugged her allowing her to cry on his shoulder. Beanca looked up to face Harry directly. Harry looked straight into Beanca’s soul. He gently tugged a strand of hair behind her ears and wiped her tears with his fingers. Harry’s eyes moved down to look at her lips. They slowly moved closer to each other, allowing their lips to lie on one another. Harry gave her very passionate kiss. As one hand of Harry grabbed Beanca’s hair, the other hand of Harry grabbed her waist. His fingers played drums on her waist and they slowly made their way up to her chest. Beanca slowly moved her lips to his ears and whispered, “I love you curly hair.”