Little Woman | H.S

Three

Annabelle's POV

I was grabbing my jacket and iPhone from the locker room when the familiar sound of Cheryl's voice rang through my ears.

"Make it the last time you back talk me Anna or you will never see the inside of Rosemont again. You deserve to work down at Dubbies place seeing as all you are is a cheap whore worth nothing more than 50 an hour."

I sighed.

She was drunk.

Slamming my locker shut I turned to face her, my hands clutched onto my items so tightly I wouldn't have been surprised if my phone shattered into pieces. I wasn't in the mood for her antics tonight. I just wanted to go home and sleep off the what would have been a good night.

"Go home Cheryl. You're drunk."

"No -" she sputtered taking a staggered step forward. "Y-you don't tell me what to do you filthy whore! You should be grateful of me!"

"And why is that?" I chuckled rolling my eyes at her reddened face.

"You must be some sort of idiot." Her laugh was so cruel and taunting it gave me shivers. "Without me, you'd be nothing! Just a prostitute down on Frost Avenue like your good for nothing mother."

That was the last straw.

My hand flew back before smacking Cheryl across her bitter old face. The impact creating a loud slap as her face swung to the side, red hair falling over it in the process.

"You stupid whore!" She growled before charging at me and tossing us both to the ground. I screamed loudly as we tumbled down, me on the bottom while she pinned me down. Her filed nails clawed at my face and I felt the burn of a fresh cut forming just above my right eye.

Just as her next scratch was about the leave its mark, someone picked up the woman and tossed her from on top of me.

"You're done! You're never welcome back here again you stupid bitch! And who the hell are you!? You're not allowed back here!"

I was still laying on the ground with my eyes closed as I began laughing at it all. The laughter just erupted right out of me. I probably looked insane but right now I just couldn't stop the giggles.
Did this woman realize she was giving me exactly what I wanted? I hated working Rosemont, hell this was the highlight of my day so far. Her not allowing me back was the best thing to happen to me. Blessings can work in such mysterious ways.

The sound of Cheryl's heels echoed in the room as she walked out of the doors and back into the club.

A strong grip lifted me from my spot and finally my eyes opened to see my saviour.

I gasped.

"Harry?"

I sure as hell didn't expect this right now. Quickly, I leaned down to pick up my jacket and iPhone that now had a crack on the corner of the screen.

"Just great." I huffed looking at the device. Than the too familiar, too intoxicating voice spoke.

"Are you alright?"

I laughed. "Like you actually care."

I began shrugging on my jacket avoiding all eye contact with the young man. I walked out of the locker rooms, the sound of my heels clicking loudly as I rushed to get away.

His hand was tugging me back in seconds.

"What do you want!" He stumbled back at my harsh tone. "You made it pretty clear earlier you wanted nothing to do with me, if it's pity that's changed your mind, than forget it, I don't need it."

Harry didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought." And than I made my way to the bar, hastily grabbing my envelope Harry had left for me and marched down the stairs and away from the man who only minutes ago was yelling at me to leave than recusing me seconds later.

But than I felt that damn tug at my arm again and was swung around to face his pleading stare.

"Come back to my hotel."

"You can't be serious." I said as I shook my head, arms crossed against my chest.

"I am."

"Why the sudden change of attitude, huh Harry? You don't even listen to what I have to say, to give me a chance to defend myself before you get all pissed off and yell at me to leave. And now you're asking me to come to your hotel, you've got to be kidding me!"

Harry's face hardened at my tone but he didn't scold me for it, instead he stepped forward, his hand resting on my arm.

"Please."

It was far from a question, more like a plea and I rolled my eyes at his desperation.

"Fine, but you're going to make up for how you treated me up there." I stated as my finger pointed to the section we had emerged from.

"Deal."

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Just a filler, I'm sorry for the short chapter. Thanks for reading💗