A/N: First drabble for the hundred themes.
Theme: Love
I hate love at first sight.
Not real, you say? Yes it is, it happened just now, with her of all people. His woman, his gullible woman. She believes him and I'm trying my hardest to put on this act in front of her, to completely disgust her, because I fell head over heels for her and I want her to remember me as a bad man.
A bad, bad man whom she must never feel anything but revulsion towards. It's better for us both that way, because I will not get involved with someone who could actually fall in love with him and her fairytale will be ruined only because he gets what he deserves.
Not because she ever returns my feelings.
I'm doing such a convincing job, I'm killing all chances of me ever being with her.
Why? Why is she doing this, why is she kissing me? Giving me the one thing I want from her? I can't understand why…to stall me. I have to keep up my act and leave, instead of saying what I so desperately want to say.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not running for my train. I want to stay here with you." I don't say this, I instead run, yelling things to her. Are they more to get revenge or to just make her thing the man she loves isn't as she thinks he is, just to try and make her fall out of love?
I hate love at first sight because it will now always remind me that no matter what I've done in my past and what he's done in his past, he'll always get the best in life.
A/N: The only reason I don't write very many Harold-centric stories and instead prefer to focus on Charlie and Marcellus is because all three are my favorite characters and I'd say there's already a lot for Harold on here.