Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Thirty-Eight

            When Annabelle woke up in the bed and not on the couch she fell asleep on, her anger towards Harry only grew, but she couldn't help the feeling of sorrow from bubbling up in her stomach for Harry. He slept on the couch again, not wanting Annabelle to have a restless night like he'd been having every night they've been staying here. She just wanted him to sleep on the bed, even if it were just one night. As angry as she was, she felt compassion for her boyfriend.

She walked into the living room in her shorts and t-shirt (she stopped wearing Harry's shirt to bed last night) with her hair still messy and her face free of any makeup. She brushed her teeth, but didn't care enough to make herself look presentable.

As she approached the balcony door, she noticed the beach was empty, the red flags were up, and the sky was dark. The reg flags signaled that the beach was closed do to the storms. The wind was blowing at the palm trees and umbrellas, the waves in the ocean going crazy. She opened the sliding door, her bare feet stepping onto the carpeted balcony. It was pretty cold and the wind was stronger than she expected, but she closed the door and stood near the edge, holding onto the gate that kept her from falling off. Annabelle didn't like storms, but she loved the way the sky looked right before a storm began. The wind made her hair whip around her face and her t-shirt blow up every now and then. The door slid open a few moments later, revealing Harry dressed in gym shorts and a hoodie. His hair was held back with a bandana and Annabelle wanted to play with his curls.

"I'm going to go down to the gym downstairs." Harry spoke as he closed the door. When his eyes finally found Annabelle's, his breath was taken away at how beautiful she looked with messy hair and her bare pale skin looking so perfect. Annabelle nodded as she turned her head to look back down to the beach. Harry stood beside her and put his hand on the white pole in front of them, making his fingers touch hers. She was cold and he wanted to take her inside and cover her up with a blanket, cuddling her while they watched a movie.

"You should go inside," Harry's other hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear so it wouldn't keep blowing across her face. He tried to be gentle and quiet, not wanting to hurt her or her feelings in any way. He just wanted to know what he did wrong so he could fix it and have the rest of the vacation to spend with his girl. "You're cold." Annabelle nodded again, moving towards the door. Harry's body blocked her way and she found herself right in front of him, his warmth radiating towards her. He took her chin in his hand and rubbed her lips with his callused thumb. He bent down to press his lips to hers, he just couldn't resist. The last thing he wanted to do was push her and be too affectionate when she wanted space. Did she want space?

She didn't want any space. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. She wanted a lot of things, but her emotions controlled her actions, always ignoring her needs and wishes.

Harry pulled his lips away from Annabelle's a second before she began to kiss him back. He kissed her forehead and turned around, his warmth leaving her body and making her feel lonely and cold again.

After Harry left the room, his phone and headphones in hand, Annabelle took a hot shower. They couldn't do anything today except hang out in the hotel. They didn't want to go to the beach shops that sold fake shark teeth and overpriced towels, so they had nothing else to do. Annabelle thought about taking a nap, even though she hated naps and had only been awake for two hours.

When Annabelle got out of the shower, she got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a tank-top. She put makeup on, just because she was bored. It wasn't much, as usual. After sitting on the couch for ten minutes, watching Spongebob, she grabbed a red flannel Harry had left on the couch and put it on. Harry left it there on purpose, knowing she would take it when she got cold. He kept telling himself that if she was wearing it when he came back from the gym, she must not be too angry at him. If she was willing to wear his clothes and not pull away when he kissed her or touched her hand, she must've been less angry than yesterday, right?

Harry came back from the gym and smiled to himself when he noticed Annabelle wearing his flannel, he took it as a good sign. His neck and chest were sweaty and his forehead was damp. He took his sweatshirt off as the door closed behind him, walking to the fridge to get a water, then plopped down on the couch beside Annabelle. She tried her best not to pay attention to the glorious looking man beside her, but Harry wasn't going to allow that. He sighed and leaned over, practically crushing her as his body pushed hers against the armrest of the couch. She grunted, trying to push him off, but didn't succeed.

"I love Spongebob." Harry said, looking up at Annabelle and grinning. She wiggled under him again and he put more pressure on her body so she couldn't move. She whined and frowned, but soon grinned at Harry's playful attitude. She pinched her nose with her fingers, scrunching her forehead and pushing him off of her finally. He laughed, knowing he didn't smell that great after working out. He just wanted to bug Annabelle, in a playful way.

Harry went to take a shower, hoping Annabelle would let them cuddle if he didn't smell bad and wasn't so sweaty. Annabelle tried her best to stay angry at him. She kept reminding herself of what she had seen on his phone and thought about him seeing Sandy behind her back. Those thoughts made her angry enough to not want to even see his beautiful face for a long time. She was considering letting him sleep on the horrible couch and not even offering the bed, like she had been doing every night.

The weather outside made Harry want to snuggle up to his girlfriend and take a nap. The weather outside made Annabelle want to throw Harry out and not let him back inside of the warm and dry room.