Marathon [h.s]

three

Ellie Meyer

A week has now passed since I officially agreed to take Louis' offer of working at the water sports place, and let's just say it has been hell.

Just as I expected, Harry has been nothing but an asshole to me ever since I began my first day here. I genuinely still have not figured out what his deal is with me, but I'm determined to not let it get under my skin. I'm not letting him, nor anyone else, ruin my chances of working this job.

On my very first day, which I was already very nervous about because of the given circumstances, he continued to taunt me the whole day. He made little peeps at me that he knows will embarrass me. Even though I've been trying to keep up my tough and confident act to try to show him that he can't affect me, it gets hard to keep it up at times. He just doesn't seem to let up.

One night this week, Niall, Charlotte, and I had just come back from taking a good handful of people on one of our sunset cruises. The sky was slowly fading from the orange and yellow colors of the sunset to a more purple and blue color. We were all cleaning up in preparation for closing time, and setting everything up for work another day.

Though when we were all pretty much wrapped up with closing, I noticed Harry had been quiet for far too long. Right then I had thought too soon because he decided to bring up, once again, the volleyball incident. It's really not even that serious, but Harry is really intent on never letting me forget it. I'm not even embarrassed about it anymore, the joke is just old at this point.

"Hey Ellie, so we were all going to go to the beach and play volleyball tomorrow...and I would invite you but I was thinking that I probably shouldn't. I wouldn't want your nose to be bruised even more." He sucks in air through his teeth and shrugs his shoulders afterwards, as if it's a shame that I "can't" go. He always says these things like he's actually trying to make a valid point, and not just to terrorize me.

I had really thought I had gotten away with not hearing anything from Harry tonight, but of course he had to fit something in before I headed home.

I look at him for a hot second waiting for him to look at me so he can see the annoyance on my face. When he finally looks up to see through the daggers that I'm sending him with my eyes, he throws his hands up in the air before he says, "What? Is it so bad that I'm trying to look out for you, flower girl?"

That's another thing he does. He still has continued to call me flower girl, for some reason that still remains anonymous to me. It doesn't bother me, I just don't get where it came from or why he's so obsessed with the nickname.

The sense of sarcasm on this man is actually going to drive me insane one day. I don't think he has said a single thing to me so far without it being some type of sarcastic remark to try to piss me off, and it works. Every time.

No one boils my blood like Harry does.

He finally breaks eye contact between us to continue washing off the snorkeling gear, as I do the same thing. Mostly every time that Harry has said something like this, I just stay quiet. I don't know why I let people run all over me and don't just stand up for myself, but I do. I've always been bad at being like that.

Which is why I think Harry believes that he has a hold on me, because I never hit him back with any type of defense. One day, that is going to change. I know at some point, Harry's going to reach my limit and I'm just going to end up at my breaking point. Though for now I just let him tear away at me.

Almost every night this week after work, I come home feeling emotionally drained from Harry's constant attacks all day. Everyone at work is used to him acting this way I guess, I don't know how they deal with him. Although I have noticed he only acts this way towards me. I'm already so sick of his behavior, and I've barely been here a week.