Dangerous Woman

6:

Valancia;

Harry had so kindly decided to make a detour through Seattle and I honestly hadn't been this excited in the longest time.

We'd managed to go out for dinner and a little late night stroll which was something that I never pictured, Harry ever doing with anyone, but it was nice all the same. I even managed to get him to hold my hand without much of a fight.

We were now back at the motel with the TV on for background noise while, Harry did whatever he was doing on his phone and I sat leaned against the headboard picking at my nails. I always had acrylics on and right now they were either needing fillers or a new color all together.

"Do you think we could go to a nail salon tomorrow?" Harry didn't seem to be paying any attention, instead he was too engulfed in whatever was on his phone screen. "Harry?."

He exhaled through his nose and then slowly took a deep breath in, acting as if the situation gave him a major headache.

"I honestly don't give a shit what you do. You can go get your nails done or work the corner for all I care. Just please, for five minute can you shut the fuck up."

Harry was always a dick towards me and I never payed any mind to it, but for some reason this time it was different. This time I found myself biting on my lower lip to stop childish tears from rolling down my flushed cheeks.

Not really in the mood to sit in a room with the moodiest person I'd ever known, I slowly slipped from the bed and pulled on my knee highs. My phone and wallet were on a cabinet beside the door so I made my way over and picked them up with one hand while pulling the door open with the other.

"What are you doing?" Harry was still looking down at his phone, obviously not really all that interested at all.

"I'm going to go and get my nails done, and then I'm going to 'work the corner' for a bit." Sarcasm and hurt were rolling from my words by the ton, but I just didn't feel like building a facade up.

With a deep frown, Harry finally tore his gaze away from his phone and looked directly at me with his lips parted. It was then that I stepped through the door frame and pulled it closed behind me.

I was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, a lace cami and a denim jacket and it was probably something like 42 degrees out so to say I was freezing was an understatement.

I had been outside for approximately five seconds and my hands were already going numb so I folded my arms and tucked them in as tightly as I could. I didn't even manage to make it to the parking lot when my name was being called from behind me, Harry hot on my heels.

"Valancia, stop. What the hell are you doing." My movement was halted as a large hand wrapped around my upper arm and tugged me back.

"Just leave me alone, it didn't seem to be an issue before." I wanted to sound firm and sure of myself, but I ended up sounding like a sad, wounded child.

"Jesus Christ, can you not do this right now. What the hell happened, why did something I say suddenly affect you so much."He still sounded like he didn't give a shit what was going on, and it pissed me off. Why did he even bother coming out here then.

"Because I have feelings, Harry." The increase in the volume of my voice was unmissable. I couldn't contain my emotions anymore, and any second now they were all about to come tumbling out of me at full speed.

Harry just stood staring at me, dumbfound by my very sudden, very fast paced break down.

"I have spent my whole life building a wall around myself. I'm the youngest in my family and you would think that at least that would be something, but it's not. I don't do anything with my life that is important enough for my parents to give me two minute of their time, and my brother is adored by absolutely everyone and yeah, Arabella might sleep around, but at least those people actually like her. I don't know what I ever did to make everyone hate me so much, I was class president for two years you know. I was always top of class, I was in all kinds of school groups. I never did anything wrong, but everyone thought I was just some prissy, prude bitch..." My breath got caught in my throat as uncontrollable tears flowed from my eyes as my whole life story seemed to suddenly be like word vomit off my lips.