Casanova /// h.s.

Nineteen

Becky's POV
Nyx was amazing, and utterly gorgeous. Which makes me wonder if I'll ever be that pretty?

My mind still wondered to that boy who had left Harry's office with a sheet wrapped around him, and clothes crumbled in his hands.

But who cares? It's not like Harry will do it again? Not on my watch he isnt.

I didn't feel like talking to Harry about what happened last night, yeah, i know they had "sex" but that doesnt mean I want to hear about it. But I already know that the conversation will pop up soon..

This morning, I woke up to find myself in a silky, baby blue robe. Peaking under my robe, I had seen that i was still dressed in lingerie. I must've been dressed like this when the goddess had been present, 'oh well' I thought.

The pit of my stomach was burning, and it wasn't a normal sensation, was I sick?

I rushed to the bathroom door that was in my room. While scavenging for some medicine, I heard heavy footsteps coming from the outside of the door.

"What the hell is going on?!"

His accent was groggy, and very weak.. Are we both not feeling well?

I opened the door to see Harry was not wearing a shirt, and his boxers were slightly hanging below his v-line. As I was standing stupidly, admiring this work of art.. as he cleared his throat, I knew I was gazing for too long and his patience was not going to be waiting for me much longer.

"I just don't-don't feel good."

He shuffled his feet in the doorway, cocking his head to the side. Still being bare, his pecks had flexed but I don't think it was on purpose? With his right hand on the door trim, he ran his left hand through his knotted, rough chocolate curls.

"What do you mean you don't feel good?"

I looked down and rubbed up and down the pit of my stomach, ugh. Why does Harry have to be a pain in the ass and just point me to where this damn medicine!

"Can I just get some damn Tylenol?!"

Harry's eyes widen in shock at how I raised my voice. Our eyes locked for a moment, I knew I was going to get in trouble by him screaming or maybe worse, all I care for right now is getting out of this sick state.

"Don't. Raise. Your. Voice."

I shook my head in disgust not wanting to look at this monster.

Then I felt it... I rushed over to the toilet that was a little ways from the sink, opening the lid, I proved to myself and Harry I was sick. Moments went by, as I got up from my spot I cleared in front of the toilet, I flushed the toilet.

"Are you done?"

I looked at Harry with his hands unclenching, and his eyes beginning to go from red to his usually emerald.

"Why were you mad? And you were standing there the whole entire time, and didn't even bother to comfort me?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him the impression that I was ticked off.

With his strong stride, he walked over towards me.. making me back up against the wall of the bathroom. With his front pressing against me, I moaned in annoyance, as he groaned in pleasure.

I had my right cheeked pressed against the wall, not wanting to meet direct eye contact with this vile, harsh man.

With his ragged breath brushing against my skin, I felt chills over power me, crossing over every line of dignity I had.

"You reek of illness... get in the shower."

He pushed himself off me, and walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Harry was so bipolar and it is so sad to know that he doesn't acknowledge it.

-
When I got out of the shower, I felt fresh with knowing that my stomach wasn't making a huge fuss and it wasn't being a pain.

Usually, when I plan on getting in the shower, I bring my clothes that I am going to wear. Since I immediately got in the shower without thinking, I didn't grab an extra pair of clothes.

With only a white towel on the sink, I wrapped the soothing cloth around my frame and walked out of the bathroom.

Surprisingly, I didn't see Harry laying on my bed, neither did I see him in his room. With some what of relief coursing through my body, I walked to my closet and picked out a clean pair of white lingerie panties and bra.

Letting my hair naturally air dry, I let my hair roam freely against my back.

Why would he just not help me, or by any chance kneel on one knee while patting my back? Is Harry really that cold? Does Harry care about me?

Of course he doesn't. Apparently he felt he needed me, but why am I feeling like I am not needed? Throughout my entire life, I felt like I am just meaningless and not worth anything. But of course he doesn't care.

As he is not emotional towards people, and as I am not a very positive person.. we're both a like, we both have no respect towards each other.

Tears had started to prick at my eyes... I'm not a type of person who cries without a reason and that is rare, but this reason was far from my state of mind.... was Harry ever going to care for me?

*knock*
In a rush, I wiped the remaining tears off my cheeks and stiffened up my back. I walked to the door, with worry.. is it Harry?

I swung the door open and planted my eyes to the floor.

"Hey sweet girl."

The familiar voice ranged through my ears in excitement. My eyes looked directly  in front of me to see the person who I thought I would never see again.

"KYLE!"

I put my arms around his neck and embraced the hug he was returning back.

"I missed you so much B,"

His sweet angelic voice was what I loved about him the most, he comforted me.

"I love you so much B. I was devastated when you left without me knowing, Harry can be cruel but he means-"

Before he could continue, I cut him off with tears streaming down my face.

"What's wrong babe?"

His voice had calmed me down a little, but my crying didn't stop.

"I want to go home Ky"

Kyle had a gleam that I knew all too well. His eyes were telling me that he wanted me to be happy, but that happiness was not with Harry.

Kyle nodded his head and took my wrist and lead me through Harry's bedroom.

As he lead, he spoke little lower than a whisper..  not sure if he was to speak of it to me.

"Consequences will be taken place soon after you are back home."