Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Into It-Chase Atlantic

"Uh, but I'm into it, I'm into it
Say she wanna fuck me later
Girl, I'm into it, I'm into it, I'm into it"

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Darlene's POV:

I honestly contemplated going back to my apartment, just to see what he would do if he came back home and I wasn't here. But I stayed, I've been sitting on the couch watching reruns of Friends to keep myself occupied.

But his shift ended 15 minutes ago, so he's definetly on his way. He hasn't called, hasn't texted, and that just makes me a bit anxious. The silence is loud, he's clearly still pissed.

But I'm desperate to judge his level of irritation right now, to at least have a prediction on how bad it still is.

Which is why I pull out my phone to call him, my anticipation rising with every beat of the dial tone.

But it quickly is sent to voicemail, and I just know he declined the call. The phone wasn't ringing for long enough for it to not be his doing.

I huff, tossing my phone back on the couch cushion next to me. But the fact that he didn't pick up is kind of an answer to my question anyways. I feel like he knew his frustration levels would fall if he heard the sound of my voice before he came home.

I could call him again but I know that would piss me off so I have a feeling it would piss him off too. Chain calling is annoying, the last thing I should do is annoy Harry even more right now.

Is it bad that I'm not nervous? I feel like I should be, that he'd want me to be but I'm not. If anything I'm excited.

I go to rest my legs against the coffee table in front of me as I try and distract myself for the remaining minutes until Harry's arrival. I genuinely get so engrossed into the episode that I don't notice Harry's presence until I hear the front door close.

I snap my head to the side seeing him throw his keys on the small table near the door, his face looking anything but amused. He kicks his shoes off in annoyance and just from these simple actions I can finally confirm his frustration.

"Hey" I greet softly from my spot on the couch, his eyes meeting mine but holding no ounce of warmth in them at all.

I just casually turn my head back to the TV, maybe he's so pissed he'll actually do nothing at all now that he's had time to reflect.

But than he goes to stand in front of me, blocking my view of the TV which forces me to look up at him towering over me.

He just stares me down, looking like he's trying to read me.

"Darlene what the fuck" He says in frustration, trying to study my eyes for the reasoning behind my actions.

"What?" I say innocently, looking up at him in faux confusion.

"Don't act stupid right now, it won't end well" He warns, his jaw clenching in annoyance. I swear his eyes get greener when he's frustrated.