Apartment 28 | H.S

Three

A shower made Angelina almost normal again after yesterday's drinks. Her skin always felt horrible the day after drinking but a facial peeling and a mask made it all better. It also comforted her aching head slightly to change her sheets and clean up the rest of the mess.

Although when the clock turned one in the afternoon, something twisted her insides. Since she had silently promised herself to go over to where Harry was and try to talk to him again after lunch.

There was something about the situation that she couldn't let go of. Angelina admitted to herself that she was desperate to get through to him, Harry was a strikingly gorgeous man on the outside but that wasn't what drove her back either (like Louis thought) she just wanted to at least have a normal conversation with him. Just one. Is that too much to ask for?

Angelina stood outside the apartment for half a minute, leaning against the wall next to the door holding the ten pounder in front of her. Why would an American woman with a fully functioning card need English pounds?

The door open slowly, and Angelina could already tell the look on the boy's face before he even appeared in front of her.

He looked at her from down and up, eyes landing on her own, bored and unimpressed by her presence.

"I appreciate the thought, but I really don't have any use for this," she held the bill up between two fingers, watching closely as Harry's big hand went to grab it from her. A slight touch of their fingers revealed his cold hands and painted baby blue nails.

"What are you doing?" Angelina smiled at him, wishing he soon would cave in and smile back at her. A quick glance inside the apartment gave her the impression that he was soon finished with the packing. Mary had a lot of stuff but she hadn't seen or heard the boy leave the apartment so he couldn't have many other things to do in the city.

There was a guitar stood against a wall behind the boy, and it filled Angelina with hope and joy to know that Harry played music still.

"Nothing special," he murmured and put his arms over his chest in a cross, almost as if he was defending himself.

"Are you never going to give up on this mysterious, quiet thing you got going?"

"Why are you so determined to know me?"

"I already told you, Mary would've wanted it and I refuse to believe that you're actually like this."

"She told me you were stubborn," Harry's husky voice was something Angelina found very attractive, and his accent wasn't anything other than sexy. But she pushed those thoughts as far back into her head as she could as the boy looked away from her face and down to the ground.

"She told me a lot of great things about you, but I haven't seen anything other than an arrogant son of a-"

"Son of a what?" Harry hissed, he looked up at her with his eyebrows pulled together.

Angelina really didn't mean to spit something like that out, she realized just as she started the sentence that it crossed the line completely.

"I'm so sorry, Harry that was-"

Harry's face then twisted into a grin, not a cute one, but a mocking one. Even though his dimples were revealed for the first time to Angelina and the corners of his lips were turned upwards, she saw how the boy hated her even more than before in his eyes.

"Nan never told me you were a twat."

"I really didn't mean to go there-"

"But you went there, and you're a twat."