Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 55

Crazy that it's already chapter fifty-five. I have no idea how long this book will be, but it won't be ending anytime soon, my darlings. <3 thank you for all of your support, votes, and comments.

It was sadly the last day of their trip and they would be heading home today. After Harry loaded their suitcases into the trunk of his car, he ran back up to the hotel room to get Annabelle. It was eleven a.m., and if they didn't go check out of the hotel now, they would be charged for an extra night. They both woke up only twenty minutes ago, accidentally getting too comfortable last night and sleeping through their alarm.

"You got everything?" Harry asked, looking around the room and in the closet to make sure she got all of her shoes and clothes. She nodded, grabbing his arm to pull him out of the room to go down to the lobby. He returned the room key, complimenting the nice room they stayed in.

"Thank you, sir." The man behind the counter nodded at Harry, giving him a small smile.

Annabelle walked around to the passenger side of the car and placed her hand on the handle.

"Sir, excuse me!" A woman's voice called out. Annabelle's actions ceased and she stood on her tiptoes to see over the hood of the car. A woman wearing a maids outfit ran up to Harry, a small smile on her face. "I believe you left a few items in the room... I, uh," she awkwardly handed Harry the items, but Annabelle couldn't see what they were.

"Oh my," Harry laughed, thanking the woman.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep them, or, uh," the older woman laughed, still acting a bit weird.

"Thank you, I had no idea I left them." Harry said, him and the lady laughing again, before she ran back inside to finish her job.

Annabelle sat down in the car, waiting for Harry to get in. When he did, he awkwardly looked around, avoided Annabelle's eye contact. He held the items in his hand, his fist tightly hiding whatever was inside of his palm. He reach over to open the glove box and quickly shoved the items under a pack of tissues, then shut the glove box. He cleared his throat, leaning back into his seat to begin driving.

Annabelle scratched the back of her head, wanting to reach into the glove box to see what he was hiding. What could he be hiding that was small enough to fit into his hand, that he left in the hotel room? She stared at the small door, trying to figure out what it could be. Maybe a piece of jewelry? Why would he hide that, though? Why was the old maid so awkward about it? Annabelle sighed, leaning back in her chair.

An hour into the drive, Harry pulled into a gas station. He filled the car with gasoline, then opened Annabelle's door.

"Do you want to go in? Do you want a drink or anything?" Harry bent down to peek his head through the opened door. She shook her head no, she was going to use this time to find out what he was hiding. "Okay." He mumbled, a small smile on his lips as he kissed her forehead and shut her door, running into the gas station to use the bathroom.

Annabelle opened the glove compartment, picking up the box of tissues and seeing two small silver packets. Her jaw dropped as she picked one of them up, wondering why he would have condoms, wondering why he would have them laying around the hotel room, as if she would have sex with him. She looked up, shoving the condoms back into the hidden space as she saw Harry walking back to the car.

Annabelle thought about how she had pleasured him, him begging her to touch him and make him feel good. Why had he done that? She could understand if he were turned on, but begging her to touch him? Was he desperate or something? Maybe he just hasn't gotten off in a while and needed a stress reliever. Annabelle couldn't understand why he had condoms, though. Why would he leave them laying around their hotel room, why hadn't she seen the before?

Harry stopped at a stoplight and kept his eyes on the road as he placed his hand on her leg, near her knee. He had never done that before, he'd always just held her hand. Every few minutes, she could feel his hand moving closer to her thigh, until his hand was only inches away from her middle. She wiggled uncomfortable, moving towards the door and away from him. What was happened? Why was he trying to touch her- feel her up- all of a sudden? Annabelle pushed his hand away, making him glance at her. He moved his hand to rest on the steering wheel instead.

She was so confused and so uncomfortable. She had no idea what was happening, why was he acting like this? The worst came into Annabelle's mind, thinking he had only taken her on this trip to get into her pants, but instead she had let herself get into his. She was so happy that night, thinking she had done something good for him, but now she was disgusted at her actions. She let herself get so intimate with him so quickly, and she hated herself for it.

Annabelle ignored Harry for the rest of the drive home. He tried to hold her hand, but she wouldn't let him. He tried to ask her to play the music she wanted, but she continued to look out of the window and block out his deep voice. They were only twenty minutes away from Annabelle's house when Harry pulled over to the side of the road.

"What did I do wrong?" He turned the radio off and turned to face Annabelle. She continued ignoring him, driving him insane. "Annabelle, would you just look at me?" He reach out to hold her hand, but she once again pulled it away. Harry huffed, mumbling something about how rude she was being, before driving back onto the road.

Hearing him complain about her being rude only hurt her more, making her want to just be alone in her dark room. When he stopped the car in her driveway, she wasted no time getting out and walking to the trunk.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Harry's voice had the same kind of hardness to it as last night and the time he yelled at her at the beach. Annabelle tried her best to act like he hadn't said a word as she sat her suitcase on the cold ground. She turned around to walk away, but was stopped by Harry's hand on her arm. "Don't fucking walk away from me, I just took you on an expensive trip and you're going to ignore me as soon as we leave? How fucking ungrateful can you be?" Harry's voice had risen with each sentence, his grip on her arm only tightening. She kept her face emotionless the way she did so well, trying to tug her arm away from Harry's hand. She was beginning to feel scared of him; something she had never felt around him before.

"I spent money on you every day, I bought you a dress, I even told you that I loved you and all you can do is ignore me? How much of a bitch can you be?" Harry was yelling by now, his hand squeezing her arm so tightly that she whimpered, pulling it away from him. He didn't pay attention to her pain, he just kept yelling at her, telling her how annoying and ungrateful she was being. Annabelle did her best not to cry, but when tears welled up in her eyes, he yelled even louder.

"Oh, don't pull that shit with me again, Annabelle! You cry over everything, damn." He mumbled the last part, running a hand through his hair. Her mouth was open in shock, staring at him with squinted eyes. What the hell had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly deciding to treat her so badly? He was acting so perfect just yesterday, and now he was shouting at her about everything he knew she was insecure about.

Annabelle grabbed her suitcase, quickly turning around to walk away. This time, he let her go, only for her to return with a pen. She reach into his jacket pocket, pulling out the note she'd given him days ago, everything she loved about him scribbled on the front. She flipped it over, writing something on the back and shoving it back into his pocket, letting the pen drop onto the ground. She walked quickly inside, tears falling down her cheeks as she slammed the door and ran up to her room. She let her suitcase fall beside her bed, thanking the heavens that her parents were away at work. She walked to her window, peeking through the blinds to see Harry pulling out the note.

When he pulled it out of his pocket to read it, he took a deep breath, flipping the note around to see what she had written, curse words leaving his lips as he read it.