hellbound | h.s

eighteen

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I wait outside Tyler's apartment complex, waiting for Harry to pick me up. I'm basically doing the walk of shame except I didn't have the victory of fucking someone, rightfully so because I was too drunk, and I'm not walking, people are walking past me.

I'm rocking with frizzy, disheveled hair, runny makeup and no shoes on because my feet hurt like a bitch.

As pedestrians pass me on the street, they look at my strangely or they pity me. Either way, it's not a good situation and Harry needs to hurry the fuck up.

Just as I'm thinking of how I'm going to sock Harry in the face for taking 10 hours to get here, I see his familiar car pull up on the side of the road.

He rolls his window down and speaks, "Get in before I leave you on the side of the road."

He's too kind.

I roll my eyes at his statement. He was literally the one who wanted to pick me up, not the other way around. He shouldn't be getting it twisted.

As Harry rolls up the window again, I pull the door open, hopping in and getting my seatbelt on. He side glances over to me once, once I'm fully situated, and just sighs deeply like he really doesn't want to be here.

There's in awkward silence after that, which I don't know how to stop. Maybe some small talk? "So, how have you been?"

He just keeps on driving, ignoring what I just asked him. I go on like he actually said something. "Well that's good to hear. I'm great, thanks for asking." I make myself sound extra cheery just to get on his nerves.

"Could you like stop talking? I'm just trying to drive in peace. Shut up, yeah?" He then says, not giving me one glance but sounding thoroughly annoyed.

"You're boring." I sigh to him and he just looks at me
once and shakes his head with a glare, looking back at the road.

After a few minutes of silence, he breaks it by asking, "So, what did you do at your cute little party you had after I left?" It doesn't seem like he necessarily wants to be having conversation with me, but he's doing it anyway.

"Well, I did what everyone else does at their birthday party. Dance, drink, etcetera, etcetera." I tell him, calling it a victory in my eyes that he finally is speaking like a normal human person.

"So no fucking, I presume. You were fuckin' wasted so I don't think you would even remember if you got your shit rocked without knowing." He tells me with a non humorous laugh. He once again looks over to me and when he sees my unsettling expression to what he just said, there's a twinge of guilt that enters his face, like he felt bad for saying that. But it goes away immediately, and he looks back at the road like he didn't say anything at all.

My throat goes dry at the thought of that, which then leads to other thoughts that I can't be thinking of right now which leads to other thoughts. These thoughts alone make my hands start to shake and my eyes to widen. I look away from Harry, and look out the window, hoping he didn't see the fear written all over my face.

"Hey-" He goes to touch my shoulder gently to get my attention, but I flinch away from him immediately. I look over to see him with very furrowed eyebrows and a confused look all over his face, looking between me and the road. He slowly brings his hand that he tried to touch me with back to the wheel, and says, "I'm uhh.. sorry if I hit a nerve or something." He clears his throat and continues, probably feeling very odd to be apologizing to someone. "That wasn't my intention. It was just jokes."