Denial

ch.14

Scarlett's Pov.

The feeling of pain takes up every inch of my body as I wake up half naked on my balcony floor.

"Fucking hell" I swear under my breath but soon smirk when I find the bottle and quickly put it to my mouth. As I feel the burning sensation running down my throat I immediately relax.

I hear a low and raspy laugh behind me and my body then stiffens. Harry.

"Your so stupid you know?" He says while chuckling.

"What the hell?" I say only because he's being a prick for no apparent reason.

"You never learn. You literally just passed out not that long ago and now your doing the exact same thing that'll lead you to the exact same situation" he says with clear annoyance in his voice.

"What do you care? You obviously knew I passed out, but still left me on the ground. Not the person to be talking" I snapped back hoping to make him shutup only because I have the worst headache and every sound makes my head pound.

"I tried"
he said, giving me a small shrug and walking away. Catching me off guard because I had no clue as to what he meant.

"Wha- wait don't walk away from me!!" I yelled across the room. He swiftly turned and gave me an unreadable look. Why was he always like this with me? Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to him?

"God shutup, no need to yell I'm right here. The next time something happens to you and it's drug abuse related, I. Don't. Care. Because clearly you don't either. Got it?" He smugly replied. He thinks he can get to me. He thinks he can take control of my emotions and drag me down. Well, he was right. I had no idea how much of an affect he had on me. Maybe I'm hallucinating, maybe-maybe this is all because I have a huge urge to have sex with him. Yup that's it, sexual tension.

"Look I-" I'm immediately shut up by the door slamming shut in my face. I stood there looking at the door like an idiot as if he were still standing there. I felt a tear roll down my check but I then quickly brush it off as if it didn't affect me.

"Maybe I'm not good enough" I sigh before slowly walking to my bed and covering myself with the covers, feeling pure embarrassment and shame.

- The next morning -

Loud door bangs. Exactly what I needed at - I look around for my alarm clock - 5am?!

I groan a lazily pull my legs out from underneath the covers and sit up. I rub my eyes knowing I'll be smudging away all of the mascara and probably end up making myself look like the Joker's sister.

I grab towels and my make-up remover and start my daily routine. Which usually just consists of cleaning up from the night before. I'm in the middle of cleaning up my balcony when I hear my door close shut. Harry walks out onto the balcony with a worried expression on his face.

"The queen insists seeing you"