Denial

ch. 31

It's confusing how much someone can change in so little time, it makes people seem so replaceable yet astonishing. Only a couple months ago, I was hating life and hoping all of the stress piling on top of me would just tumble and fall for my own sake and sanity; But now, I'm finally, happy.

The man I was forever hoping for was finally in my arms and sound asleep under me after the events of last night magically unfolded in my mind a million time this morning since I woke up. I hear the light and rhythmic beat of his steady heart beats through my ears as I'm laying comfortably across his chest while our legs are naturally intertwined. I close my eyes and start tracing the tattoos across his chest with my finger lightly, wanting this to stay in my memory for as long as it could.

" 'Morning princess" I hear his sexy rough voice mumble through his chest. I look up at him only to see a grin plastered across his face whilst his eyes are still closed.

"Goodmorning styles" I giggle as I smile towards him. He hums and finally opens his eyes and letting me see those jaded green eyes I've come to fall in love with. There is along silence before I feel him remove my hands from his chest and get up to sit on the side of the bed.

"I've got to get up, I can't have your mother or anyone for that matter see me like this. With you" He says right away, jerking his hand away from under me. Those moments of pure clarity seemed like an eternity, but this is reality.

"What are you talking about? Nobody comes into my room until 7:30am, it's only 6:17 Harry" I say with a tone laced with hurt. I look over and see him finishing the last button on his silk pajama shirt.

"Can't take any chances Scarlett. I need this job, and as much fun as last night was; I can't loose it" He mumbles as he's struggling to pull up his pants. So last night meant nothing to him? All those kind words, the amount of lust and worry he showed me last night seemed to be a blow. It was all for a fuck, I should've known.

He played you at your own game Scarlett.

"Are you fucking serious?" I mock towards him as he's making his way to the door, ready to escort himself out.

"You know what, fuck you Styles. Miami was a different you then huh? Maybe my mum would love to hear about that night you were supposed to be looking over me and instead you were screwing some whore" I spit at him trying to grab his attention. He spins around, his fists balled up by his sides. Probably about to fire back at me about his beloved not being a whore.

"Oh, and we can't forget that memorable night where for the first time in my life, a man laid a hand on me in the most disrespectful way possible" I say now my voice smaller and less pitiful. I catch the drift of my own words as I feel myself get choked up and I look down at my fiddling fingers. I hear him sigh before his footsteps seem to find their way over to the side of my bed,

"You don't understand how much I regret that, but you can't blackmail me for it forever. I've already drowned you in pity and sympathy for a while now, don't you think it's time to move on?" He says crossing his hands across his chest with a frown.

At this point I'm beyond furious, sympathy and pity? Is this what all the sweetness and kindness from him was coming from? He didn't want to loose his job so he decided to take it upon himself to get me in bed just to shut me up.

"Real nice. You feel good about yourself now eh? Is that it? A little macho pride to boost up your ego so you no longer feel like a lowlife security guard who instead of protecting, hurts the person their supposed to care for? That's low, even for you" I vigorously scoff as I walk over to the door and open it myself, motioning him to leave. He looks me over, almost like he's thinking of words to say but comes up with nothing and finally sighs in defeat as he looks everywhere except for me, making his way out.

As the door closes, I feel myself collapse against the door. I gave my all to him... Last night everything seemed so, real. The feelings, emotions, movements they all felt unbelievably real and maybe this was why. For once, he made me feel alive.

I warned myself, I warned myself a million times about giving my entire being to someone and here I am on the floor of my bedroom; balling my eyes out over someone who looks at me as though I were just a toy.

Harry's Pov.

Waking up to her under me, made me feel on top of the world. Her beautiful silky brown hair raveled all around her smooth toned face was a sight for sore eyes, and the way I felt the warm touch of her fingers slowly tracing my tattoos was incomparable.

And in that moment, that one peaceful moment, I wanted to forget about the whole vengeance. I wanted to release and push away all the hatred I once had for her family and just stay with Scarlett, to actually protect her. But, for some reason, I snapped. The memories of my childhood rushed back, and it was as if the feeling of remorse and the loss of my father took me over once again.

The words she spoke, they were all true. The amount of hurt laced in her soft spoken voice was heart wrenching, but I couldn't loose sight of the reason I came here in the first place. How could I ever tell Scarlett that I came here to destroy the only family she had left? How could I loose her in such a way, knowing she feels the same from the way she gave herself to me only a couple hours ago.

The faster I get this over with, the faster I leave, forgetting her once and for all.