Revulsion [zm au]

Thirty Nine

"I'm not even sure if I want to go." I muttered as I sat slumped in my father's office.

He rubbed his forehead, "Eliza, going to college would be an excellent experience for you. Not to mention it would be an accomplishment you'd be proud to brag about."

I shrugged, "I just don't see myself as a student."

It was true. School was never something I enjoyed. Yes, I did well in school I just disliked it very much. I loved reading but other than that I wasn't a fan of anything else it involved.

I don't understand why all of a sudden my father wants me to go. He and my mother never really spoke of it while I was growing up. Most likely because they believed I'd be married off to rich man and wouldn't need a college education.

"I know dear but why not give it a try?"

I slouched deeper into the seat, growing irritated with my father's persistence. I didn't want to discuss colleges right now. I just wanted to sit in my room and fume about what's happened in the last few days; Zayn leaving me and Harry confusing me.

Thinking about Zayn made me upset and thinking of Harry made me frustrated.
I tried contacting Aria because I was in need of her but she hasn't picked up any of my calls. I knew I should be worried by her lack of response but for some reason it just wasn't a priority. I felt myself slowly drifting away from everyone, maybe because I'm trying to find myself? I don't know.
"Can we just not discuss it anymore?" I mumbled, surprising my father.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Right, well-"
"Elizabeth!" My mother's voice effectively cut my father off.
I felt myself slouch deeper into the seat, "Yes?"
The clicking of her heels grew louder as she came closer. Soon enough she popped her in the door frame.
"There you are," she walked in gracefully, giving me a small smile.

I gave her one in return.
"I was wondering if you could go run some errands for me?" She questioned as nicely as she was capable of.
I sighed quietly before nodding, "What would you like me to do?"

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I walked slowly on the sidewalk, my nerves suddenly getting the best of me.

I hadn't expected my mother to ask me to go to the butcher. Of all the things she could have asked me to do, she made me do the thing that I desperately wished not to.

The butcher shop is where Harry worked, someone who I was not necessarily in the mood to see right now. His arrogant attitude and stupid smirks were just too much for me to handle.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door to the shop, the bell ringing as I did so.

This butcher shop was my parents favorite place to get fresh meat. I hadn't been here in so long.

It was small. As soon as you walked in there was a large glass container holding all the cut meats. There was a single door behind the counter which I assumed was where the kitchen was. On the back wall some sausages were hanging, along with different kinds of cutting knives. A large black board was also mounted to the wall, displaying all the prices.

Suddenly the back door swung open revealing a large older man with a beer belly.

"Hello miss," he greeted as he settled behind the counter, placing his elbows on top of it and leaning forward. "What can I get ya'?"

I cleared my throat, thanking the heavens that Harry wasn't the one who came out. Maybe he wasn't working today.

"Um," I stepped forward and attempted to remember the items my mother told me to get. 

"I'll have 4 pork chops, 12 oz of sirloin, and uh-um.." I awkwardly jumbled with my words when the back door opened and Harry stepped out. He wore a white tank top with a bloody white apron over it. His long hair was pushed back with a red bandana. His necklaces clicked against one another as he walked further out.

By the smirk on his face I knew he had heard me from inside the kitchen.

"Um, and 4 sausages please." I finished, my eyes focusing on the older gentlemen who nodded as he began moving around to get my items.

Harry stepped around him, "I finished slicing up the veal."

I crossed my arms over my chest, quickly looking outside as they spoke to one another.

Of course he would be working and of course he would have to come out of the kitchen.

I just have the worst of luck sometimes.

I slowly peered over at him, watching as he wiped the sweat from his forehead onto his forearm.

The older man was gone which meant he had gone into the kitchen. I swallowed nervously as Harry leaned against the counter giving me a small smile.

"How are you love?" he drawled casually.

I rolled my eyes, "I've told you not to call me that."

"I'll take that as a 'I'm doing the same' which means you haven't spoken to Zayn, am I right?" one side of his mouth quirked up, displaying some teeth.

I stayed silent, shifting onto my other hip.

He continued to stare at me as he picked at his fingernail. His hands were red from blood and I couldn't help but cringe a bit.

"How's Aria? She hasn't been responding to me." I suddenly asked.

His demeanor changed rapidly. Now he stood tall and less relaxed, his eyes trailing to the tiled floor.

"I uh...sort of told her I was sick of sneaking around." he muttered, quickly glancing at me and then back down at the floor.

"What!? Harry how could you!? You two were perfect-" I stalked closer to him, my eyes wide in shock.

He watched me as I came closer, his tense posture easing a bit.

"-I don't understand..." I finished quietly. No wonder she hadn't been responding. Oh, poor Aria. She was such a sensitive person in general so I could imagine how many tears have been spilled over the last few days.

Harry grunted, "I thought I might as well stop before it got out of hand."

My eyes narrowed in confusion, "Stop what?"

He looked up at me, "Look Elizabeth I'm pretty sure I've made it obvious by now. My teasing, my subtle flirting, how could you not pick up on any of it?"

I stayed silent, suddenly nauseous.

He stared icily at his hands as he continued, "You used to come to this butcher shop with your mother when you were younger. I know this because I would get so excited when you did."

I gasped quietly, "No,"

He continued to speak over me, "I remember sometimes when you and your mother came in, Aria would tag along. And I hate to break it to you love, but I could care less about her being there."

A/N: I don't know what I am doing with this story anymore!