Unpredictable Love

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Karleigh's POV

Harry looks beyond pissed, his chest rising and falling at a frightening speed. I place a hand on his shoulder and he rips his eyes away from the guy to look at me.

"It's fine. Please don't." I'm not really sure what I'm expecting Harry to do right now. If he were Micheal, a fight would already have been started... But he's not Micheal. Pathetically, I start to beg Harry. "Please. C'mon." My voice is a whine. I can literally see the challenge Harry faces as he turns away from the creep, and walks away. I follow closely behind Harry, and I noticed we're making a beeline towards the exit.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"We're leaving." His answer is short and I don't push him because I know he is pissed.

We exit the club without saying a single goodbye to any of Harry's friends. When we approach the car, Harry doesn't open my car door like he usually does. I get inside of the car.

"What the hell happened in there?" He demands.

"I was at the bar getting a drink, and he came over to me." I explain.

"And then?" Harry encourages.

"I tried to buy a drink, and he insisted on paying for it. I asked him what his deal was, what did he want. He said he just needed a dance partner, and I obliged. He tried to touch me, and I felt uncomfortable. That's when we had the... confrontation." I tell him.

I'm sober now. At least, I'm sobering up. Fuck drama.

The car pulls out of the parking lot and neither one of us says a word for a few minutes. My eyes glaze over and I blankly stare out the car window.

"What is this, Karleigh?" I almost don't hear him, his voice is so low.

"Huh?"

"Am I wasting my time trying to form something with you? Because god knows I don't have much of time." He says.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"It was just a dance Harry, I didn't take things too far he did. You are over-fucking-reacting." My words are harsh, but I'm still feeling brave from the small amount of alcohol remaining in my bloodstream.

"You're right. We aren't even together." He spits.

I don't know what to say to that. "I'm glad one of us said it..." My response is weak, and we sit in silence for the remainder of the drive. I'm not really sure why his words stung so badly, but I feel like my heart is beginning to shrivel. When he parks in aunt Jocelyn's drive way, I all but jump out of the car without saying anything to Harry. When I reach the doorstep, I bend down to grab the key from under the mat before letting myself in.

Just as I suspected, Aunt Jocelyn is in bed. It's way past her imaginary bedtime.

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The clock on my bedside table says 3:45am and I feel helplessly alone. I trip just as I'm about to reach my bed, obviously I'm still slightly drunk. If Harry were here he'd pick me up off of the floor and help me into my bed. But he isn't, so I shove myself up off of the floor and clumsily climb into my bed.

Honestly, I'm not sure why his words hurt me as much as they did. He's right, we aren't together. But if we aren't together, why did he react the way he did about that guy...

Alone, in my dark room I start to go insane trapped in my thoughts of Harry. I cannot keep dwelling on this. This the exact reason why I didn't want to hang out with him to begin with, fucking Travis had to go and tell him my fucking name.

I roll across my bed trying to get comfortable, but nothing seems to work quite like sleeping in Harry's arms had. Something hard stabs me in my rib and as I roll around in my covers, I find it's my laptop. I push the lid open and decide to call Angelyse on Skype.

The screen rings for what seems like decades, when finally she picks up. Her room is dimly lit, but mine is pitch black, I'm certain she cannot make out my face in the darkness.

"Angelyse." My voice is hoarse and I wait for her to reply.

"Karleigh," she says.

"I'm sorry for, being a bitch and everything."

"So am I, you're my best friend and I took it too far." Her voice is heavy, and I can tell I woke her up.

"I went out with Harry tonight, but he's upset with me now and he dropped me off at home. For some reason I can't stop fucking thinking about him and I'm pissed at myself for letting myself fall for him. It's stupid, I know, because I've only know him for a little over a week. But Ang, he's different. And I'm stupid, I shouldn't have let it get this far." I start to cry as I vent to Angelyse.

"Shhh, honey no. You're not stupid, I believe you he probably is different. We can't help who our hearts choose, and lord knows that the heart can be much more persuasive than the mind. That's why it's called falling in love, because you can't prevent a fall. I know you Karleigh, and you're trying to fight it. Don't." Angelyse comforts me, and her words have a greater impact than I had expected.

I nod my head even though, I know she can't see me. "Goodnight Ang." I croak before hanging up.

My eyes squeeze shut and I lay here alone for hours. Finally, sleep consumes me.