All My Love

Chapter 90

"Wait, no!" I stop Harry from putting the keys into the ignition and he looks over at me with curious eyes.

"What?" He asks and I look around the floorboards in a hurry to think of an excuse to go back in. I see my clutch lying on the floor and lean over to get it. I open it up before closing it quickly.

"I think I forgot my phone inside." I point my thumb back but bite the inside of my cheek, knowing my phone sits in the bag. Harry exhales and opens the door with annoyance that he has to go back in that dreadful place. I smile to myself as I hop out of the car, immediately dropping it when I walk up to him. Harry takes my hand in his and guides me back into the resort. The host eyes the two of us, knowing what's up, and smiles when I make it up to him.

"Back again?" The man smiles and I put on an act that I'm completely embarrassed for losing my phone. That's still tucked away in my clutch.

"I think I left my phone at our table." I bite the inside of my lip and then look at Harry. He stands a few steps back from me, looking up at the ceiling, admiring the painted ceiling from the renaissance era.

"This way, I'll guide you to our lost and found." The short man then smiles again and I look back at Harry who rolls his eyes. He practically starts dragging his feet behind me. I slow down my pace and take his hand, still following the host. He turns a corner and we're at the end of a long hallway. Harry seems suspicious as he looks around. My heart is racing out of my chest and I feel beads of sweat forming around my forehead. I'm once again nervous, way too nervous. I'm mentally crossing my fingers that this will go smoothly. He had a nice time at dinner, and I mean a really nice time, so why not party now?

"What's with the longing hallway for a stupid lost and found room?" Harry asks the sweet man and he looks back over his shoulder, then stopping with a gesture.

"End of the hall." He nods his head in a smile and I mouth thank you as I pass him, following Harry behind the French doors of the hall.

"Why the fuck—" Harry mumbles, cutting himself off when he sees flashing lights and muffled music at the end of the hallway. He comes to a halt, as usual, and rips his hand away. "You have got to be kidding me Becca!" His voice roars through the long and wide hallway, the floors being a beautiful botanical pattern. I cross my arms while bringing my eyebrows together.

"Stop it! I just wanted today to be fun, okay? Do something that was different than some stupid party that always ends up lame anyways. I've tried my hardest to set this up with you along with your father, the least you can do is be grateful." I raise my voice, stepping towards him after every word that falls off my tongue. "Let this happen." I poke his chest and his pink lips part, gesturing that he's not sure what to say back. He rubs the sensitive part of his skin I had just poked at. "So put on a damn smile and enjoy your twenty-first." I add, crossing my arms again with attitude and he licks his lips before running a hand through his hair. Harry looks over at the end of the hallway, giving me a good view of the little curls around his ears. He looks back down at me in a sigh.

"Fine." Harry gripes, grabbing my hand and we begin to walk towards the end of the hall again. I smile over the fact that I knew he'd give in. "You know, I've never had a real birthday party before that I remember of. They stopped after my father left."

"Is that why you don't want all of this, because it reminds you of that?" I ask and stop him from walking anymore.

"I guess, in a way." Harry shrugs and I frown, placing my hand on his cheek. "Stop, don't be sorry for me." Harry takes my hand away with a grab of my wrist and gestures to keep moving.

When the two of us walk through the doors, some heads turn over, smiling big. Our known friends start rushing over to us in wide arms and hands full of cups. Michael beats everyone to the punch and rams his chest against Harry's, wrapping his arms around him in a man hug.