All My Love

Chapter 19

"What are you talking about?" I ask Stella, crossing my arms. Out of the corner or my eye, Harry looks at me over his shoulder and I swallow, keeping my stare on Stella. My eyes glance over at my brother who is already snoring, which is a good sign. I'd hate for him to be coherent right now, listening to this conversation.

"Oh please, you look at him the way you look at food." Stella gives an evil eye roll, turning back to the television screen and I feel my insides boiling.

"What? No I don't." I defend myself with the little confidence I have.

"You like him, it's why you were so weird when I told you I had a crush on him."

"You know nothing Stella, plus you're drunk off your ass." I say in a laugh. Harry finally stands up straight and looks over at Stella.

"I'm drunk but I can see it." She tells me and Harry looks over at me, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"You like me?" He asks and I instantly shake my head no in response.

"No, absolutely not." I clarify and Stella speaks once again.

"Oh good, then you wouldn't mind me taking him into my room right now." Stella says, getting up from the small couch that only seats one.

"Sure, go for it. He's all yours." I put my hands up, pretending I'm surrendering. Harry stands there bewildered that we're acting as if he's some kind of toy to share.

"Good." Stella gives me an evil smile and holds onto Harry's bare arm. He looks down at her, gripping his bicep and then over at me. I stand there, folding my arms in front of my chest. Without thinking, I walk up to him and take the broom, dustpan, and bag of glass from him. "C'mon Harry." Stella says loud enough for me to hear and I roll my eyes at how she thinks that this is effecting me in any way. I don't get why she thinks this is some kind of competition, if she wants Harry then she can have him. I don't own him, he's just a friend.

Who you do have sex with, my subconscious reminds me but I push her back. If he chooses to do things with her than that's on him, I'll just end our agreement completely.

Stella's bedroom door shuts and I aggressively shut the lid of the trashcan before putting the broom and dustpan away. I lean up against the counter and take a couple breaths before going back to the living room to shut the TV off along with the front door light. I look back at Stella's door, seeing the light creep it's way out from underneath, and almost mope back to my bedroom but remind myself that I don't care.

•••

It's been a couple weeks and honestly, I haven't seen much of Harry since the night Stella "took" him from me. I knew that they've been hooking up and there hasn't really been any texts from him that are about us hooking up. He hasn't exactly ignored me or pushed me aside but I'm sure it's because he knows I don't want him hooking up with her only to come back to me. He knows how I feel about that whole thing. It grosses me out.

I've worked this whole week almost so I'm thankful that I get to have Thursday and Friday off. Which is nice since Halloween is Friday, one of my favorite holidays.

When I walk into the apartment after a long day at work, I see Harry bending over, rummaging through the fridge. He's only wearing socks and white basketball shorts, the rest is bare.

"Oh hey." He says over to me and then stands up straight, closing the fridge empty handed.

"Hi." I say with an awkward smile as I set my purse down on the counter. I take my blue visor off and set it down next to my purse before taking my hair down.

"How was work?" Harry asks, burning a hole into the side of my face as I stare down at my phone the same time I run my fingers through my hair.

"Ehh. Usual." I give him a nonchalant shrug and smug look as I pick my phone up and walk out of the kitchen to get some comfier clothes on. I hear him following me and I look over my shoulder. "You're following me why?" I ask with a hint of attitude when I enter my room.

"To talk."

"About?" I ask while I toss my phone on my perfectly made bed and open up my drawer full of leggings, yoga pants, and sweats.

"I'm sorry I haven't really been hanging out with you." Harry says low and I look over at him as I pull a pair of yoga pants out. He's holding the back of his neck but that's not what I'm focusing on. My eyes start scanning his body, where his shorts hang underneath his hips. It's giving me a perfect view of his happy trail that seems to be less tame than usual.

"U-Uh, it's okay. I don't care." I say, tearing my eyes away from his beautifully sculpted body. I hurry and shut the drawer to pull out a white spaghetti strap from the drawer above that one.

"Really? How are you surviving?—" Harry asks with a soft belly laugh and I look at him confused. "—Without sex I mean." He then elaborates what he really means and I nod.

"I'm surviving since I've had sex a few days ago." I tell him while I take out a sports bra.

"What? Really?"

No, I'm actually lying and missing your touch. My subconscious answers for me and I gulp.

"Yes." I say, avoiding my subconscious to tell him I was only joking.

"Well good for you." Harry says in a smile, nudging my shoulder with his hand and I give a nervous one back.

"I guess." I shrug and pass him to put on actual clothes. A burning sensation takes over my wrist and I get pulled back. My eyes lock to the greens I love so much and I watch them scan my face. "Shouldn't you get back to Stella?" I choke out and he licks his lip before shaking his head.

"She's not here, she went to work." Out of nowhere his voice is huskier and suddenly my mouth is dry, wanting him to take complete control over my body. I part my lips wanting to say something but nothing comes out. Harry's fingers run up my arm, basically undressing me with his eyes as he takes a deep breath. "I miss touching you." A whisper falls off his lips and I can't tell if that was supposed to stay in his head or if it accidentally came out.

"You're basically with Stella." I remind him and he snaps out of the trance before pulling his hand away.

"Y-Yeah." Harry clears his throat and looks around my room and I watch as he takes a step back away from me before giving a small smile. He then exits my room, leaving me dehydrated and confused as to what just happened.