DEVOTION

chapter thirteen -

A/N: This chapter is long as fuck (I'm talking 10,000 words) and relatively boring, so you get what you get. I also haven't proof read. Oh well. 

It is very important and by that I mean... 

TRIGGER WARNING; MENTION OF SELF HARM, EATING DISORDERS AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT. 

If you hated Assface before, you're really gonna hate him now. 

As always, buckle the fuck up. Let's get this shit going. Also, Lina co-wrote a good bit of this chapter, everyone applaud. 

Okay let's go.

EDEN'S POV - 

Two cigarettes in a day... This is more than I usually smoke in six months. I don't like doing it often, just occasionally. Stress relief. Maybe it's not the most ethical thing to do, but I'm usually nothing but ethical.

Four years, and not a call. not a call, not a text... Nothing. I assume I'll get a call here in about five minutes so he can tell me about his day and then go to sleep.

So why am I smoking today? On top of the anniversary... I feel angry. I don't like being angry, but I am. I don't need to cry, I don't need to hear some excuse from him. I don't care for them anymore. Truthfully, it's all bullshit with him, anyway.

Harry made my day, and my boyfriend of four years didn't say a word to me. I had flowers sent to the apartment, and not a word. Nothing all day. At least I know he's not dead, his mom would've called me and told me all the reasons why he's still her little boy and how no one will ever take care of him the way she has.

This is just where we're at. Unhappy and nothing more. I wonder just how upset he'd be if I treated him the way he treats me.

Like clockwork, my phone buzzes on the metal terrace table, his contact popping up on my phone. I bringe the cigarette up to my lips, sucking on the end and letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling from my nose.

I pick up the phone, answering the call and dropping my phone back on the metal table.

"Hey babe." He drags his words and I'm sure he's just as clueless as always. I gave him a short "hi", flicking some ash away from the cigarette.

Just like I assumed, at least five minutes he spent talking about his day, not bothering to ask me about mine. I don't think he was listening for my responses for the majority of it, just talking. "Eden, you there?" He finally asks, making me shake my head a little. I sit myself at the chair, swinging my right leg over my left and feeling the cold metal my back presses against.

"Mhm" I mumble, taking another drag from the cigarette. "What's up with you? You're being quiet." There's no point in talking when he doesn't care about what I have to say. "Do you know what today is?" I ask, keeping my voice level. "What?"

"I asked if you know what today is." I repeat and there's some shuffling on the line, a heavy sigh just as I expected. "Yes, eden." He already sounds irritated. I shake my head, tapping the end of the cigarette on the railing, letting some extra ash fall off. I don't respond, not having anything to say. I hate being like this... I hate arguing.

He clears his throat... I'm making him uncomfortable. "I didn't think it mattered." I pause my movements, shaking my head in irritation, pressing my tongue against the inside of my cheek. "You've been cold with me, Eden. You can't expect me to make a big thing out of some fucking date. I didn't even think about it."

"How have I been cold?" I don't ask in any kind of tone, just a flat one. I really don't have any fucks to spare in an argument with him right now. "You fucking sent me home when I came to see you. And then you hardly talked to me for, like, three days!" His voice is whiny, raising more and more. I'm not mothering him right now.