All My Love

Chapter 25

I keep it together at dinner, only really picking at my food from the lack of appetite I had because of the text from Harry. It wasn't much but it was still something to upset me. I don't understand why Harry's telling me that he needs his stuff back, I highly doubt I have anything that belongs to him. The only thing I can think of is that scarf, that's hanging up in the closet so I wouldn't lose it.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay over tonight?" My mother asks, removing herself from the hug. I give a small nod and give my father a quick hug before opening the front door.

"I have work tomorrow." I frown. I give one last goodbye to my parents and step out into the chilly night. Go me for forgetting a jacket. I stay at the front porch, staring down at the message from Harry. I'm honesty still debating whether or not to reply. My subconscious is telling me no, to just delete the damn thing but the more I stare, the more I want to. I sigh, giving into myself and bringing up the keyboard.

Me: what stuff

I reply and lock my phone, hurrying to my car before I become frozen because of how cold it is. The drive back to the apartment is annoying, why is there traffic at seven? Come to find out, the only reason there was any traffic is because of some little accident on the sidelines.

While I'm walking down the hall to get to my place, my phone dings and I swear my heart stops. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see Harry's name. I unlock my phone, reading his message as I walk in.

Harry: Scarf, shirts, whatever else. I just know I left shit there before.

I roll my eyes at the attitude I'm getting through text and don't even bother to reply.

"Hey, where were you all day?" Stella says popping up from the couch. I didn't even realize she was laying there.

"At my parent's." I tell her.

"Are you okay? You look—"

"—Tired? Yeah I know." I answer for her and she's freshly showered, wearing a t-shirt that must be Harry's and a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants.

"It looks like you've been crying." Stella points out and I shrug, leaving the living room before she can add anything.

Except she follows me into my room.

"What's wrong?" She pulls my bicep back to make me turn around and I look away from her face, not being able to look at her. If I look at her, I'll only see Harry. I don't want or need that right now.

"Nothing. I just had meltdown due to stress." I half lie. I guess I am stressed about all of this sudden life change. I'm constantly missing Harry and it hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours.

"What are you stressed about?" Stella continues to push me and I'm slowly losing my patience right now. All I want to do is get in bed and sleep some more before I have to get up for work.

"Stella, just, stop. I'm not talking about it. I'm fine." I snap and she looks taken aback before furrowing her eyebrows together.

"God, sorry." Stella leaves my room and I shut it behind her before letting out a hard breath.

I look around my room for twenty minutes looking for whatever Harry claims I have. The only thing I see is the scarf I used to cover the hickey he gave me while my brother was in town. When I get into bed, I plug my phone into the charger and pull up Harry's message again.

Me: I only have your scarf

I press send and not even a minute later, I see the bubble pop up, showing me he's replying.