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Chapter 19

I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker
I won't cry myself to sleep, if I do, I'll die.
Now you fall asleep with another, damn you.

— Lana Del Rey, Damn You

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After I had gotten out of the bathtub, I dried myself off then hastily slipped into Harry's room to retrieve my clothes while he was off in another room. I sat in the tub ten minutes after Harry left to finally relax. After that, he never came back in to apologize, but why would he? He doesn't believe he has anything to apologize for. I changed then went to sit on the couch—alone. He's in the kitchen standing by the sink that's under a window overlooking the back of the house.

I hear small thuds in the kitchen of cupboard doors opening and slamming shut, then finally, heavy footsteps creep towards the living room. Harry now stands in front of me; a stern expression adorning his face as he sits a ceramic bowl of thin noodles covered in tomato sauce on the coffee table in front of me.

"Don't choke." He offers me a tight, sarcastic smile and turns away to walk into his small office next to Lilly's bedroom.

"You're so kind," I thought. "I'd rather choke than be here with you."

To not be completely alone, I turn the tv on to some show. Further into the episode, the doorbell rings.

It rings not once, but five fucking times before Harry steps out of his office with his black-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

"You didn't answer the door, did you?" He questions nervously while he marches towards the door.

"Yes, I did. That's why they're still ringing the doorbell."

I roll my eyes then quickly leave from my spot on the couch as it has a direct view of the front door and vice versa. I'm around the corner in the dark hallway. I peak out to the doorway when Harry yanks it open to reveal a beautiful woman with gleaming blonde hair curled into soft waves standing at the door. A light cream-coloured sweater fits her upper body perfectly and light-wash skinny jeans cling to her fit legs. She excitedly wraps her arms around his thick shoulders then uses her nude lips to kiss his.

My eyes go wide at the excited visitor that's still clinging to Harry like a damn koala bear. She's absolutely stunning, and I'm just standing here looking and feeling lackluster. Her makeup's soft, but glamorous all at the same time.

"Uh...I can't believe you're here." He looks nervous as he starts to turn his head to look back at me but the woman holds onto either side of his face to angle his gaze back onto her. She drops her hands and turns around, rolling a huge suitcase in from outside. "When did your plane get in?"

"About an hour ago," she replies, her voice soft and sweet. "You look so sexy."

I glance down at their intertwined hands and feel a sharp hit of jealousy and anger explode throughout me. Are they dating?

"Thanks. I...didn't know you'd be coming over after you got back."

"Well, I really wanted to see you. Is that a crime?"

"I suppose not," he replies in a soft, airy voice.

"Oh my God! Hi! Come here!" Blondie's eyes are locked on me and her eyeballs almost fall out of her head from how big her eyes got at the sight of me.

I furrow my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest so it doesn't look like I'm braless, but everyone's probably noticed by now. I'm freezing right now.

Not moving from my spot, Harry gives me a stern look, and I reluctantly walk over to the pair. I continue to cross my arms and her annoyingly perfect smile doesn't falter one bit.