Alex’s POV
“But…I love you, too,” I whispered to the now empty room. And I couldn’t let him leave without at least hearing the words.
I jumped out of the bed to run after him, but when a rush of cold air caused me to shiver, I realized I was still naked. Knowing there would likely be some of Harry’s help in the house, I couldn’t go out there like that. So, I grabbed one of his t-shirts and threw it over my head, ran for the door and down the long corridor. I nearly fell headfirst down the stairs, but I somehow managed to stay upright long enough to reach the foyer. Then I wrenched opened the front door and opened my mouth to shout the words…just in time to see the ass end of the limousine as it pulled down the drive.
Too late. He was gone. And I…was all alone.
As I watched the limousine disappear from sight, something came over me. I expected it to be defeat, agony, betrayal, heartache…but it wasn’t.
Rage. Rage and…arrrgh, more RAGE.
How f*cking dare he? Stupidstin with his stupid big house, and his stupid big ego, and his stupid big head thinking that he knew what I was going to say. And then, before letting me get the words out of my mouth that were sure to prove him wrong, he goes and pretty much tells me to f*ck off.
He got to say all that he wanted, and I mean, sure, I could’ve echoed his declaration whilst in the throes of passion, but that passion was pretty f*cking epic and I had a hard enough time remembering to breathe – yes, he took my f*cking breath away – let alone being able to say anything that would have sounded in the least bit coherent or endearing. Besides, I really thought I had all kinds of time to tell him how I felt. I mean, hellloooo…I told him to call me Ally. Additionally, I didn’t want him to think I was just saying those three little words just because he did. I wanted a separate moment to do the whole shout-it-from-the-highest-mountain-top-for-the-whole-world-to-hear thing so that there was no doubting the sincerity of my declaration. Because a declaration of that magnitude is a pretty f*cking serious thing, but I was all kinds of prepared to make that leap…for him, for me…for us.
And then he just had to go and ruin it with all his me-man, me-know-what-best-for-woman caveman bullsh*t.
F*ck and that.
All those hairy pitted, buzz-cut feminine rights activists with no boobs, no hygiene and no chance of ever really landing a man…were right. Men were jackasses.
But, the difference between me and them is that I could do something about my man because I really had nothing to lose by getting all up in his grill. I was going to make him listen to me, whether he wanted to or not. He was going to know that I loved him and he was going to feel like a total ass for dismissing me the way he did. Because I was going down to that posh little office of his and I was going to demand his attention. He was going to see how wrong he was to make the assumptions he made, and he would never jump to conclusions again. Because I was a woman, damnit; a woman who had given up everything to save her dying mother’s life, and I had a f*cking voice that was screaming to be heard. I’ll be damned if everything I’d been through since I entered Harry Styles’s world was all going to be for nothing.
