STRIP

35.

Harry Styles

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

I look down at Quinn who's barely keeping his eyes open from how many times I've hit him. 

I don't even remember getting so angry I just remember hitting him and screaming. 

Clementine. 

Shit. Has she heard everything? I feel like she would have come out here if she heard me yelling because she'd want to check on me. She's always checking on me. She's so good to me. 

"Stay here," I say to Quinn as I quickly make my way towards my bedroom. I notice the door is open, maybe she has been listening but didn't want to intrude. 

"She's gone, mate," I hear Quinn yell. What? Fucking idiot. He didn't even know she was here. He doesn't know that she's gone. 

I move further towards the door, pushing it open more to see the bed empty, her clothes nowhere in sight on the floor like they have been for the past few days. 

I rush towards the bathroom seeing the light off and the door wide open. 

She's not in here. Where the hell is she?

"What the fuck did you do?" I scream walking back towards Quinn. "Was this a fucking set up? You wanted Clementine too, asshole? Taking Lydia from me wasn't enough, you had to take Clementine too?" 

"Do you hear yourself? Have you been listening to yourself this entire time?" He yells back at me, finally standing up and facing me. 

"Yes, I've heard myself, what the fuck does that mean?" I begin to grow angry again. Where the hell is Clementine? I need her. 

I truthfully haven't heard myself. I don't know what I've been yelling. My head has been spinning since he opened his mouth. 

"So you've heard yourself screaming about how I took your girlfriend away, screaming saying my Lydia, yelling about how you loved her, you remember all of that? Because that pretty Clementine of yours was standing right in the hallway listening to it. If I remember correctly you just told her the story about how you didn't love Lydia and you just told her that. I'm not saying what I did was right, but I'm sure Clementine didn't like hearing you talk about loving another woman and hearing you call her my Lydia while she was in earshot," he takes a step closer to me. 

"What did you do with her?" I begin to panic, my anger fading away as worry takes over. 

"She left, she walked back into the room, walked out with a bag in her hand, and walked towards the door, you've been so consumed by hurting me you didn't even notice her," he points out. 

No. 

She wouldn't. She wouldn't leave me. 

"We're not done fucking talking," I state before sprinting towards my door, "stay right fucking there." 

I quickly open the door looking left and right down the hallways to see if Clementine is around but not seeing her anywhere. Fuck. 

"Clementine? Baby?" I yell as loud as I can. 

I hear the elevator chime from around the corner and move my body as fast as I can. Just as I get around the corner I see her bag dropped on the ground, her head in her hands as she sobs before falling to the ground next to her bag. 

"Lovie, what's wrong? What are you doing out here? Why is your bag out here? What's going on?" I panic, rushing out my words.

"I-I, I don't know," she cries, "I'm trying to do the right thing."