Night Shift [h.s]

five

☁️ HARRY ☁️

All I had done was turned my back for five seconds. It was hardly even that. I was trying to do something out of the kindness of my heart, I was trying to be hospitable towards Alannah and once again it was like I was getting stabbed right in the back when I turned around to see her just inches away from the door, clothes thrown back on her body as she tries to make her great escape.

I should've learnt from the first time. This was not my first rodeo and for some reason I thought this time would be different, I thought that maybe this time she'd stay.

"Where are you running off to?" I place the cup down on the kitchen island, my heart sinking in my chest as I realise she's trying to leave for the second time.

I tried to brush it off the first time, I tried to ignore it and not allow my paranoia to bother me, but I had this weird suspicion that there was somebody else in the picture. I just couldn't figure out why she'd constantly have to leave practically the minute we both finish. It's twice now she's got up and ran without another word, not even a bid goodbye. She just leaves and I can't figure out why she'd have to run off so soon like that unless she had a man at home waiting for her swift arrival. Then it would make sense.

I didn't want to believe that she'd do such a thing, I'd like to think she was better than that, but I also didn't know her. She was still just a stranger to me. I only knew her last name because of name badge, I didn't even know how old she was or where she lived. I had no information and so I couldn't judge if she was the type to betray another lover or not.

At first I tried to come up with some sort of excuse for her, I told myself that she had to get back to feed her dog or something ridiculous of the sorts. It wasn't until last night that she had told me she had to get home for her sister and just when I thought she seemed like a respectable enough woman, going home to tend to her sister, I was obviously proven wrong. Because here she was, making a run for it yet again and if she uses her sister as an excuse again then I'm not sure I'll be able to believe her.

Maybe that made me a horrible person, maybe I was going to hell for that, her sister could be a lot younger than what I was imagining her to be, or maybe she had some kind of disability where she needed to be looked after around the clock, in which case, I was most definitely going to hell for not believing her excuses.

Though if her sister needed her so much, why was she here in the first place? Why did she agree to come here if she had other commitments?

The whole thing seemed sketchy to me, but maybe I was just overthinking it. Maybe it wasn't that serious nor personal, maybe I was just making it a bigger issue than what it was. It wasn't that deep, I just had a fragile ego.