All My Love

Chapter 32

| Becca |

After the both of us recuperate, we lay there, butt naked, laughing for no apparent reason. It's like it was before him and Stella got together, no worries about anything, everything was simple. Well for the most part.

"Wait!" I say and sit up quickly. Stella. Harry is with Stella, my best friend, and we just... Oh my god.

"What?" Harry says, sitting up unsure what's going on with my rugged breathing again.

"We shouldn't have done that." I feel my chest tightening and I hop off the bed, looking for my clothes. I spot my shirt and shake as I try to turn it right side out and bring it over my head.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks and I pick up his jeans and boxers, throwing them at him roughly.

"You have a girlfriend and that girlfriend of yours is my best friend. Someone I live with." I bring my panties up my legs before bending back down quickly to get my sweats on. I look over at Harry who gets off the bed, running his boxers up his legs. "I-I can't believe we just did that." I spit out and his eyes shoot over to me.

"You were the one who kissed me, remember? It wasn't the other way around." Harry says cold and my jaw begins to drop.

"Well you should learn how to say no." I cross my arms and almost rubberneck causing his eyebrows to raise. "Y'know since you have a girlfriend and all."

"Well sorry that you threw yourself at me, what was I supposed to do? Decline the sad girl?" Harry let's his arm fall to his side and I bite my tongue to keep back from getting too upset over his words.

"Doesn't that just make me feel great. Screw you Harry." I shout, turning around to look for something to throw at him. I pick up the TV remote and he ducks down, letting it hit the wall.

"Oh lovely, you're going to throw things at me now?" Harry asks in disbelief the same time he's dodging a notepad.

"You cheated on Stella and I... I just got sucked in again for the thousandth time." I say in a whisper and close my eyes, giving the tears an easy break to fall.

After a couple minutes of silence, Harry walks over and bends down picking up his shirt in annoyance.

"Where are you going?" I ask in a choke as he pulls the shirt up on his shoulders.

"On a walk." He says not looking at me as he picks up his wallet and room key.

"What? You're just going to leave me alone now? Real mature."

"Isn't this what you want? For me to be gone? Because apparently my intention is to make you fall in love with me every fucking second I'm talking to you." Harry tells me, ice cold before he passes me and opens up the hotel door, leaving me a crying mess on the floor.

•••

I hear Harry stumbling into the room but keep my eyes closed as I hear his boots hit the floor hard. His car keys, room key, and I'm guessing his wallet are tossed on the table and I hug the sheets tighter. I have no idea what time it is but I have a feeling it's pretty late, all I've been doing for awhile now is tossing and turning because I can't sleep. The spot next to me is ice cold, making the room lonely for me.

The bed moves with Harry climbing in and I stay with my back towards him, feeling his warmth radiate off of him with no second to spare. Instantly I feel safe and warm, letting my eyes really rest. The bed shifts once again and the covers are pulled up more, wondering if he's going to move closer, he doesn't.

"I'm sorry I cause you so much bullshit feelings." I hear him whisper and keep my mouth shut. I wait for anything else but get nothing.

•••

The alarm on my phone rings loud and I hear a raspy groan next to me, shoving the pillow over his head. I roll my eyes and panic immediately floods my mind as I walk over to shut it off. My brother has his surgery in an hour and I'm not liking the feeling that's in the pit of my stomach at this time. I cover my mouth from the nausea and rush the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat and releasing whatever food I have left in my stomach. I wipe my mouth with toilet paper and flush the toilet, standing up the same time I put my hair up in a ponytail. I take a minute to breathe before brushing my teeth and returning back to the room where Harry still lays, butt covered by sheets, back exposed. His head was underneath the pillow he used all night and the memory of last night flashes before my eyes. What a huge mistake. This whole drinking "game" and one bed thing was a mistake. Harry coming along was a mistake. I knew I couldn't have him be there for me, not now, not ever. It'll make it more complicated for me. I'm such an idiot.

I pick up my duffel bag off the floor and set it at the foot of the bed, opposite of Harry's feet, and open it up to pick out today's attire.

Forgetting a different bra, I put on the champagne colored silk one from yesterday and throw of my white v-neck. I slide up my washed out jeans that hug my legs, showing off pieces of my thighs and sit down on the bed to put socks on. I clean up around the hotel room for a good five minutes and finally get my things together before giving Harry one last look.

I close the hotel door as quick and quietly as I can and take a deep breath before rushing to the elevator. I stare at the end of the hallway as the elevator doors close and it's like I'm finally hit with freedom.