Rain ~ h.s. (au)

Chapter 52

Christine's POV

I look around the room, sighing as memories come to my mind. Dammit! He's such an asshole, jerk, big stupid pig. I'm so mad at him. He didn't even call later. We were supposed to be together on Saturday and maybe Sunday, but no. Here I am, sitting at this desk, while he's dancing on my mind and he's, god knows where is he. He could be working, in the gym or anywhere else.

I just want an explanation. For his actions, for all of his sudden mood swings. I want and I need answers. And I have a feeling I will not get nothing of that from him. but, still, he's not going away with this

And how could I be so stupid. Just give it to him because he needed me. Like he hypnotized me with his lips and fingers that were dancing on my skin. I feel so naively stupid and I just want to hit my head multiple times against the wall.

"Christine, are you okay?" Mary asks, handing me a coffee cup. She's so caring. I take the cup and smile at her. The coffee is still warm so let's hope it'll calm me down. Because if it doesn't, I'm going to kill someone.

"Thank you, and yes, I am okay." I lie. I don't like lying, never did. I wish I have someone to scream on, something to hit with all my strength.

"Okay then. And your mother called me today. You should answer her calls." she smiles and I blush and nod.

I seriously don't know why my mom is so worried. I'm still alive and she doesn't need to call every single person about me. I wouln't be surprised if police is looking for me right now.

I should call her later. I definitely should if I don't want to feel this embarrassed again. And I should visit her. I miss her and I need a mother advice and hug. 

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I walk out of the building, kind of surprised  because today weather is nice. I got used on wind and all those weather changes that come with arrival of winter.

When I sit in my car, I feel my phone vibrating in my bag. I take it out from it and feel anger boiling up in me when I see who's calling me.

Harry.

I let the phone ring, not in a state to talk with him. If he wants to have a conversation, he better be a real man and come to talk in person. Not like this.

God, he's giving me a headache. How can a person, who makes you so happy and alive, make you feel miserable and absolutely crazy? How can he make me laugh, then moment after make me so pissed off? Jesus, I want to kick him in his golden balls. I want to scream at him and kiss his plump life. Why is he doing this to me?

I stop at one coffee shop, with a goal to distract myself from Harry, but at the same time to think about everything.

I sit at one table on the corner and order myself a glass of water.

Harry. That man drives me insane. Everything he does, drives me insane in a good and bad way. And I love him. It should take me a while to love him, but I think he has this advantage because he's my, well first love.

But, it's not just that. It's his touch. His touch can make me do anything he wants. It can make me completely lose control over my mind and body. And the way my body reacts to him. Just a small touch of our hands accidentally brushing against each other, can give me butterflies and wings.

But, he promised, just two days before, to not hurt me. Yet, he fucked me and then left me crying in the bed.

I should really work on being less emotional and weak.

My phone vibrates again and swear if it's Harry again, I'm turning my phone off. But, it's not him.

Hi, how are you? Been wondering  you want to grab some coffee sometimes. :) -Liam