All My Love

Chapter 33

| Harry |

My eyes shoot open out of nowhere and I'm studying my surroundings, completely forgetting where I am for a second.

After realizing I'm in some decent hotel room, I roll onto my back while rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands. I shouldn't have went to that open bar last night downstairs, why does it feel like history is repeating itself right now?

I shake off last nights thoughts and look over to see an empty spot, sitting up in a rush while looking around the room. None of Becca's belongings are around causing me to rip the covers off of me and rush to the bathroom to see that all her bathroom shit is gone as well. She left. She fucking left without waking me up? I run my hands through my hair as I walk back to the bed and sit at the end, leaning my elbows on my knees. I run my hands through my hair a couple times before massaging my scalp.

That sudden jump movement caused my head to pound and with every step, I can feel it elevate. I'm already irritated at the fact that Becca left me, now I have to deal with being hungover. Bloody amazing.

My eyes shoot over to the table where my jacket and shirt are neatly laid and I swiftly make it over to make sure she didn't take my car. A sigh of relief falls off my dry lips and I lick them as I pick up my phone to look at the time.

"Fuck." I angrily let out before shoving my phone and wallet into my back pocket before bringing my shirt up to my shoulders.

I hurry to put the heavy jacket on and I hesitate to pick up the bottle of liquor but rip my eyes away from it and grab the keys. I basically trip on my way to the door all while trying to slip my boots on in a hurry.

It's ten-thirty, her brother just went into surgery thirty minutes ago and the only thing I can see in front of me is the fear behind Becca's eyes.

I close my eyes and shake my head a second before pushing the elevator button repeatedly in hopes it'll hurry the hell up. Four more pushes and the elevator dings, the doors slowly opening. I rush my way in only to stop my feet from almost crashing into an older couple.

The couple stands there holding their suitcases, eyeing me up and down like I'm crazy. I look down at my attire, forgetting that I'm not completely presentable. My hair is a mess, my shirt isn't even buttoned, and my breathing shows that I'm out of breath from all the rushing. No wonder they're both looking at me in disapproval and shock, I'm a clear example of what it looks like running out after a one night stand.

I give a smug look at them before stepping to the side out of their way. They walk out and I step in, turning around to push the floor level button. The old lady looks back over her shoulder and I just stare back at her, buttoning up my shirt the same time the doors begin to close.

When I get to my car, my ass starts ringing and my heart stops. Thinking it's Becca calling to tell me something bad happened to her brother, I see Stella's name and I throw my head back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't deal with myself right now to speak to her, I'm disgusted in myself. I can't face to hear her voice only for me to blurt out that I fucked her best friend last night and then got drunk off my ass to where I was practically thrown out of the bar. Why they didn't card me? I don't know. Do I care? No. I hit decline and start the car, backing out aggressively and flying down the row the same time I bring the seatbelt across my chest.

It takes me five minutes just to find a parking spot and hop out. I take my time, knowing I'm outside the hospital and take my jacket off along with the shirt only to throw on a plain white tee that sits in my trunk. I roll the short sleeves up once and run my hands through my hair multiple times in hope that it'll get tamed.