Settle down

Chapter 19

Okay. It's saturday, it's noon I've have nothing planned. What to do? Well, the world is full of possibilities. Buuuuuut, I think I'm going to plan a date with my dearest friend and lover- Netflix.

On my way home I should probably stop by the mall though. I need to update my wardrobe slightly and now that I almost have a job (knock on wood) I can treat myself. I walk out to the parking lot and there is like two cars there. That's weird. The swimming pool and the gym was packed when I left.

As I walk through the doors to the mall I'm greeted with cool air. You've got to love air condition. I'm wearing a floorlenght high-waisted skirt and a crop top and yet I feel like I'm melting.

The first store I walk into is top shop. I really like top shop and at the moment they have some very cute outfits in that I kind of need.

I walk around in the store and suddenly I see the last person I expected to be at the mall on a saturday. Harry. Shit. I try sneak away so he won't see me, but clumsy as I am I walk straight into a mannequin and it falls very loudly to the floor. I can feel my face turning bright red and I look up to see Harry laughing at me. Fuck.

I walk over to the section with bras and panties. He won't see me here. Oh shit, why do I have to be so dumb?! Not that I care what he thinks, he's a douche, but he's probably going to bring this up on monday.

I look at the plain white and black bras when I feel a big hand grabbing my bum and whispering in my ear.

"Oh baby. I bet you would look good in these clothes. How about showing me some skin?" I quickly turn around and face a rather old, disgusting man. He must be al least 30. I try to get away but I'm trapped in a corner.

"Um. Could you move?" I try to sound confident, but my voice betrays me. He moves closer. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"Don't be scared. I'll me gentle to ya." He says in the creepiest voice ever. I'm panicking. What do I do.

"Stop!" He doesn't

"No! Please. Stop!" I try again. No reaction.

I close my eyes and feel his heavy body press me against the wall. Just as his face is about to touch mine, he disappears from me. I open my eyes and see that he is ripped off of me by someone. By Harry.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Leave her!" He yells to the face of the man.

"Is this your girlfriend or what?" The man asks. He sludders, he is probably drunk. Harry doesn't answer.

"I guessed not. How about you minding your own business and let me handle mine." He turns towards me again and gives me an awful smirk. I'm shaking and I can feel tears coming through.

"Harry!" I silently scream. Harry grabs the man by his shirt and pushes him into the wall.

"Get your drunk ass away from here and leave us alone." I don't think I've ever seen Harry so mad.

"You're pathetic." Harry spits as the man walks away. I'm still standing in the corner looking down at my feel, trying not to cry. He walks closer to me but stops a few meters away.

"You okay Lola?" He asks. He sounds worried. I can't form words so I just nod, not looking at him.

"Thank you." I look at him and he looks at me like he did before he got so mad and mean. He looks sweet and kind. But it doesn't stay for long.

"Yeah. You shouldn't have been wearing that. Don't you get the signals you give people. I was being rude to that man for no reason really." He looks mad again.

"What" I look down at my clothes. I show about one centimeter of skin.

"You think this is my fault?" I ask surprised.

"Yes! You look like a baby prostitute and it does not suit you. You were basically asking for it." How can he say that. Yesterday he told me that I dressed like a grandma and now I'm a baby prostitute. This guy is unbelievable!

"You are so mean! I thought you were actually trying to be nice again. Why did you even help me if you think that I deserved it, huh?" I yell at him

"Because you were screaming like a baby because he touched you. Are you afraid of human contact? Is that why you freaked when I touched you that night as well? Well, you know what? Neither me or that guy will ever make that mistake again!" He screamed at me and then left with loud footsteps. Ouch. Did he have to bring that night up again. I'm not afraid of human contact, I just didn't like that he came to my house and tried to kiss me after we fought and this time, well, no one would enjoy this one. If he hates me so much why did he even help me? And how come he was in the woman's section to begin with? Was he following me? He must have.....

Ugh. I haven't known Harry for too long, but we've already gone trough so much. We have basically been crushing on each other and now we hate each other. I really don't want to see him next week.