Across the Hall

Chapter 19: Elle

"Wow what are you doing in New York?" She asked, walking towards us.

"I uh moved here a while ago," he said, running his hand through his hair. He was nervous.

"I had no idea! We should totally get together soon. Maybe grab some coffee this week?" She asked. I knew it was a harmless question and that Harry knew better than to "grab some coffee" with this whore. I almost put my hand over my mouth even though these were just my thoughts.

"I'm pretty busy so I don't know about this week," he chewed his lip nervously.

"This is my girlfriend, Annabelle," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in close. I giggled a little and looked up at him.

"Oh. Hi, I'm Elle. It's a pleasure to meet you," she flashed me a fake smile. She seemed slightly thrown off.

I leaned into Harry and nodded in response. He let out a breath he was holding as soon as I wrapped my hand in his.

"Babe?" A husky voice called out from behind Elle.

A familiar man walked up to us and kissed Elle. Harry coughed and looked away. His grip definitely tightening around my hand.

"Harry you remember Brad right?" She asked, giving Harry a venomous smile.

"How could I forget?" He chuckled and shook Brad's hand. I reached for his hand again but this time he did not leave his hand open to hold mine. I frowned slightly.

"Oh you're the chick that bought all those condoms from the store the other day!" He said. I did not like being referred to "that chick" and I most certainly did not like this being turned into the topic of discussion.

Harry laughed, but gave me a stern look as if saying what the actual fuck.

"And you're the cash register," I said, his familiarity making sense.

Elle have a small fake laugh to act like she knew what was going on.

I personally don't have a reason to hate her I just really really dislike her.

"Well Annabelle and I have to get to our dinner," Harry said, obviously uncomfortable.

"Yeah let me give you my number," Elle said and licked her bottom lip. I have some fucking chapstick if she'd like.

He handed her his phone and she scoffed at his homescreen. I glanced at it and smiled.

It was me in his flannel holding the tray with his breakfast on it. I was laughing because of something he'd said.

In almost every picture where Harry's around I'm laughing. Not gonna say it's a coincidence.

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"I don't like him at all. I mean seriously, what's the deal with him bringing you buying condoms up? That's not okay," Harry huffed as soon as we got to our table.

"I know right. They're perfect for each other," I laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped.

"Well I mean she's really inappropriate and kind of annoying and so is he," I said, confused at his sudden mood change.

"Elle isn't annoying and inappropriate, Annabelle," he scoffed.

"And I don't know why you're being so rude you barely even know her."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, shocked at his outburst.

"No, I'm not. You're being ignorant and rather annoying. You don't know what she's really like."

"Yeah, you're right I'm sure she's charming. What's not to like about her? She consecutively cheats on her boyfriend, abandons her best friend, and I'm sure she always told you how in love she was with you right?" I questioned. I know I was going a little over the line bringing up their relationship, but Harry was being very unreasonable.