Revelry//h.s

chapter two

(Song for chapter: Sweet by Cigarette's After Sex)

I'm still panting. I'm a fucking mess.

He raises his right eyebrow at me.

"Oh yes. It's for display but they're for sale. We just got them in."

He turns the book on it's back and runs his fingers over the cover.

"The Giver?" He questioned me.

I'm still buzzing. This is shit.

"Yes. It's about this place that is all set to this shit idea of 'sameness' in society."

He raises both of his eyebrows at me this time.

"Oh I get it. Just this shitty world." He takes his left thumb and rubs it along his bottom lip while looking at the back of the book.

I sat there. Saying nothing.

"Okay that's all I need sweetheart. No spoiling." He says through a stifled laugh.

Sweetheart? Yeah. Okay fuck you.

Maggie makes her way to the front of the store.

Harry perks up seeing her and he smiles.

"Maggie!" He said as he walks towards her.

Margaret just smiled. "Good to see you Harry!"

Great. She knows him too.

Harry pulled her in for a tight hug. She hugged him back with her upmost energy. She then pulls back.

"How have you been love?" She asked Harry, leaning onto the front desk.

He looks at me and smirks then back to Maggie.

"Things have been incredible. I've made amazing progress with my work." He says leaning on to the counter with his elbow.

"Great. I've heard you've done some good charity work." She pats his left arm and he blushes.

I can't do this.

I step around the desk towards the bathroom. I could feel both of their eyes following me on my way there.

I open and slam the door. I started to shake and tremble under myself.

What is happening? Why am I acting like this? I have no control.

I close my eyes and rub them quickly and then open them again with blurry vision.

I stare blankly into the mirror and shake some more.

I put both of my hands on the outside of the sink and breathe slowly while I look down.

What the fuck is this man even doing to me? It makes no sense. We haven't even spoken before. We just met.

Inhale. Exhale.

I can hear both of their voices muffling and bouncing off all of the store walls. I need to relax.

I exhale one more time and make my way back out.

As I looked up I only met eyes with Harry who was now standing up straight and shuffling his feet.

What is wrong with me?

I walk closer to him and cross my arms across my waist. He does the same and we met halfway.

"Where is Margaret?" I ask. He answers me with, "Went out to handle some things."