Harry sat patiently, eyes focused on the folded up napkin as his fingers tapped along the clothed table. Every once in a while, he'd turn his head to glance back at the entrance or barely pull the sleeve of his shirt up to expose his watch so he could check the time.
It was exactly seven now, a half hour later than the time they were suppose to meet. He had been waiting except she didn't show up, leaving the male to look a fool as he sat alone waiting for nothing. So it came to a point where he decided it was time to go.
He stood up from his seat, hands stuffing themselves into the pockets of the black slacks he wore before making his way towards the front doors; nodding and flashing a kind smile to the hostess then exiting out into the dark.
He strides towards his car, eyebrows furrowed slightly and he took out his keys to unlock the doors before getting inside the car. Shutting the door, he quickly tugged down the tie he wore so it hung loosely around his neck and he unbuttoned one so that he could breathe some.
After, he sat back a moment and did nothing, but stare at the steering wheel with his hands in his lap and for a moment his mind had gone blank, everything around him seeming to still until he suddenly had burst out of anger. Fists being thrown at the horn of the steering wheel, making a loud noises for the ones outside to hear.
But his aggressive movements had come to a stop, leaning his forehead against the upper part of the wheel as his hands clenched tightly on the gripping of it. He was trying to control himself, taking deep breaths to put his mind at ease, but it did little help.
Finally, once he found clarity, he took the moment to start up the engine; quickly pulling out the parking spot and driving
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It didn't take very long to drive home since he sped and as he was at home, he paced, constantly checking the front door yet no one came.
He had done whatever he could to distract himself; watching TV, nibbling at food, playing games on his phone which caused him to check the last text he had sent her.
Seen at 3:40 pm.
He sighed and dragged his hand down his face, throwing his phone aside in frustration. She didn't even acknowledge him. No texts, no calls, nothing.
Right then, the door opened and he looked over to find her, bags and such in her hands. His eyes remained fixated on her, watching as she set the bags down before looking up, the two's eyes meeting.
"Babe, hey." She replied, her lips tugging up into a smile.
He didn't responded. She didn't even know.
"You okay? Something wrong?"
He laughed. "Is something wrong? No, no. What could be wrong?" The sarcasm was completely evident, but she was only confused. She gave a look, eyebrows knitted together as she tried to figure out what he was going towards and then it clicked.
"Oh no," she said aloud, one of her hands raising up to grab her bangs.
"Where were you?" He asked, eyes practically burning into her.
"I-" she really had no excuse, she hadn't planned this. He had never confronted her before and it made her uneasy.
"Where you were." Harry said in a more demanding tone, voice dropping an octave lower.
This time, she was silent. And when he got no response, Harry brushed passed her and made his way to their room. She attempted to quickly go after him, but she was much smaller than he was and his long steps had made it a bit difficult for her yet it was something he could care less for.
She lied.
"Harry." She called out to him, but he ignored.
Once in the room, he went towards the closet; getting out the few items he owned from it and also a bag to put the rest of his stuff in. He really had no plan of where he was to go, but any where was better than here. He went towards the drawers, taking out random items of clothing and shoving them in the black bag.
"Harry, listen to me."
"Did I even ever cross your mind?"
She was at a lost for words.
"And you said I wasn't just like everyone else," he scoffed, laughing as he zipped up the bag. "but you treated me just like everyone else."
He looked at her, and for a moment their eyes met except it didn't last very long; he broke the contact. He brushed past her again and walked out the room, back down the stairs.
Shame on me, you fooled me twice.
He grabbed the keys from the kitchen counter and she was following right behind, saying whatever she could to stop him from leaving. To make him to stay yet nothing would work.
He was gone, leaving to only to God knows where.
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