All My Love

Chapter 61

| Becca|

The sound of my alarm booms through my room obnoxiously loud, having Harry groan next to me. He shoves a pillow over his head as he always does. I yawn, sliding over the screen on my phone to shut off the beeping and sit up. I rub my eyes with the palm of my hands before slowly pushing the covers off me to get out of the bed.

As I start getting out of bed, Harry grabs my arm, pulling me back to him having me be the little spoon. Being held by him is probably the best feeling in the entire world, knowing that he's finally just mine and no one else's. His skin never fails to be warm, which I like. He's the best human heater.

"Skip work today, call in sick." Harry's voice tired, up against the back of my shoulder. My hand grabs Harry's that's in front of my chest and I look down at it as I play with his fingers, going and twisting the ring on his middle finger.

"If I could, I would." I say in a yawn and Harry's hand spreads out, placing his fingertips around my mouth.

"Shhhhh." He lets out an exhausted, short chuckle and I smile, grabbing his palm and pecking my lips at each fingertip before moving his arm to his side. "No, come back." Harry objects, pulling me back in once again.

"Harry, I really have to start getting ready." I say, trying to push his arm down away from holding my stomach.

"Whatever." He says flat, letting go instantly and turning to his right side. I look back at him in disbelief that he's actually butthurt that I have to go to work. I roll my eyes and get up from the bed, mumbling to myself, only I get a response out of Harry. "What was that?" He asks with attitude and I ignore him, walking to my bedroom door that's still locked from last night. "Don't ignore me." Harry's voice, somewhat stern.

"Nothing Harry." I say out to him and open the door, shutting it behind me to walk across the hall to the bathroom. I go back to the hallway, getting a towel from the closet between my room and the bathroom. As I go to shut the bathroom door, it gets stopped, causing my head to snap back and see Harry in just his briefs. He snakes his way in, shutting the door behind him and I stand there, hugging the towel.

"What's your problem?" Harry asks and I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"I don't have a problem?" I question my statement, setting the towel on the toilet seat and pushing the shower curtain back. "You're the one with the attitude." I spit out, turning the shower head on and hear a huff escape Harry. "Go ahead and huff at me but you're the one who is getting mad. I'm sorry that I actually have to go to work to pay my bills, it's not my fault my parents don't pay my way like your father does." My lips spill before my mind can truly process and I immediately regret saying it.

"Fucking nice Rebecca." Harry's voice is ice now, not the raspy noise I love so much in the morning. I turn to look at him the same time he rips the door open. As I'm fully turned, he's already a few steps from my bedroom, slamming the door shut when I was about to say his name. I take a deep breath, taking a step to shut the door, and get undressed, stepping into the shower.

I take about twenty-five minutes in the shower, dozing off as I stood there every couple minutes. I dry my hair as best as I could and wrap the towel around, keeping it hooked in my armpit. I pick up my clothes and unlock the door, cooling down the small room.

My bedroom door is open and when I walk in, Harry is nowhere in sight. His clothes don't lay on the chair in the corner of my room and his leather boots aren't at the foot of the bed on the floor. I run my hand through my hair and hurry down the hallway, stopping in a halt as the living room and kitchen are dead silent. He left. Harry left without saying goodbye. I know what I said what kind of rude, okay maybe really rude, but it's not like Harry isn't used to some attitude, he does it perfectly fine himself.

My head falls back in a loud but upset sigh and I turn on my heel, moping back to my room. I roll my eyes in annoyance, finding my uniform and letting the towel fall to the ground. I slide panties up my legs, attaching a bra to my skin as I walk over to my phone that sits on the charger on the bedside table. I push the home button, letting only my lockscreen appear, no text from Harry. Today is going to be a very long day, I can tell.

•••

Work was way too slow today. I had maybe twenty customers throughout the whole eight hours I was there. Maybe I do need to find a new job. I roll my eyes at myself as I hear Harry's voice telling me to quit and remember that I haven't talked or heard from him all day. I take my visor off, setting it on the kitchen counter and pull out my phone, unlocking it and going to the dial pad.

I hit the contact button, scrolling to Harry's name and clicking the phone icon next to his name. I bring my phone up to my ear and pull open the fridge to see that there's literally nothing to make. Stella's grocery turn was last so I get to go shopping for food that will take my whole wallet.

"Hello?" I hear Harry's voice, completely taking me off guard from forgetting I was even calling him.

"Hi." I say, standing up right and shutting the fridge.

"Hi." Harry's voice goes flat and my eyes go to the ceiling as I lean up against the counter.

"What are you doing?" I ask, cautious.

"At Louis'." He responds and then laughs at I'm guessing whatever just happened over on the other end of the phone. I hear Louis' muffled voice but can't make out a word he just said.

"Have you been there all day?" I bite my lip, moving my foot between two wood pieces of the floor.

"No." Again he laughs and I squeeze my eyebrows together when I hear a voice asking for a pipe back.

"Are you high?" I find myself asking before I can stop it from happening.

"Higher than a kite actually." Harry tells me and I can practically see the smile clear as day from the tone of his voice. I know Harry smokes once in awhile but I've never truly seen or talked to him while he was stoned so I don't know how he reacts to it. "Don't worry Rebecca, my father bought the weed for me."

"Stop calling me that." I say, disregarding whatever else he said. I can't tell if he's actually being serious with being this rude or if he's just trying to show off in front of his friends which was never the case before. I hear Louis tell him to invite me over and I swallow hard, waiting for a rude comment.

"She doesn't smoke weed, she's too good for this shit." Harry tells Louis with attitude and I take a hard breath, wanting to slap him from the attitude he still has from this morning. "Plus, you didn't grow this yourself so she probably wouldn't bother trying it."

"Talk to me when you're done being a dick." I say, ending the phone call and tossing my phone on the counter. I take my hair out from the ponytail massage my scalp before running my hands through my hair, relaxing my head. It's six-thirty and I'm starving. As bad as I want to crawl in bed and sleep, I walk to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes. I throw on a pair of leggings with an oversized black sweater adding my Doc Martens to complete the look. I leave my hair down, running my fingers through it as I walk back down the hallway.

It's really bothering me how much of a jerk Harry's being over my comment. God forbid, if the rolls were reversed, he'd be forcing me to get over it. I mentally think of the picture of him getting into the curve of my neck, bribing me to forgive him.

I roll my eyes at the thought and pick up my car keys along with my purse. If I don't go to the store now, I won't go tomorrow. I sigh and leave my apartment dark, wondering if I'll be in good terms with Harry by later.