The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 49

"Harry," I ran through the masses of people waiting to be seated. The long legs of my bipolar boyfriend rushed him across the street, swiftly dodging traffic.

He ignored me as I raced and pushed people to get to him. What an ass... I began to make my way across the street as he tried to walk into the hotel.

"Really Harry?!" I screamed toward him not caring of who would hear our issues. He held the door open for those little tween girls I had sat with at breakfast. They all chuckled and rushed giddily out the door. His smirk was evident and I knew he enjoyed the way he was gawked over.

His eyes found me and I couldn't have felt more alone and distrusted. His normal watchful sage eyes were now pissed and he looked like he could use some time to himself. His hair was in every which way, probably from running his hand through it so many times. The wet spot on his crotch was still evident, but he didn't seem to care, all he was focused on was how I made him feel like a piece of waste a moment ago. All I sensed from him was a bad vibe. I didn't need to be around him right now.

Realizing he was now screaming and pointing at me to move, I looked to my left as headlights blurred my vision and I was quickly out of the middle of the street and in Harry's arms. My arms were shaking and my eyes were wide.

"Callie," he muttered as he kissed the top of my head, while my fists clinged onto the cotton fabric of his tshirt, my breath was coming unevenly and rapid.

"Oh my god," I let myself begin to realize I was safe. Harry snatched me out of the middle of the street and I was out of harm's way. Well, out of the car's way is a better phrase, because Harry is most likely still pissed. "I'm sorry..."

"You're ok, you're ok," he spoke mostly to himself, making a soft humming sound in my ear. "Come on. Let's go upstairs," he kissed my hair line again and gave me a forced, pain-filled smile.

I grabbed his elbow with both my hands and unsteadily followed him inside and to the elevator. Wow, we both are extremely out of it right now. Harry's pissed and I have just had a near death experience all in the time span of ten minutes. Fabulous. You can always count on us to be dysfunctional.

"I didn't mean to call you friend," I whispered softly, still a bit rattled from the almost collision I had with a car. The doors closed in the elevator and Harry stayed silent. The rest of the ride up the few floors was awkward and filled with more tension than I have ever felt with him. 

Once the doors reopened on our floor, he took a step out with our food in it's bag and walked down the hallway to our hotel room. Tomorrow was our last day here and I know I've ruined every bit of it. My stupid belligerent mouth was the cause of every single problem. 

"Harry I'm sorry," I kept apologizing as he grabbed his wallet from deep in his jean's pocket. The key card was then inserted into the slot and he opened the door not waiting for me to come in. I grabbed the door as it about slammed on my face and locked me out. "Harry, I said I'm sorry. Can we not fight?" 

He ignored me more. The annoyance arousing in my veins was strong and rueful. If he was going to ignore me, I was going to ignore him and piss him off even more.

"Fine, if you're going to be like this, I'm going to go back across the street and wait for Landon to get off work. I bet he'll talk to me and treat me like a decent human being," I growled at him throwing my hands in the air and stomping my feet towards the door.

"Don't you fucking dare, Callie," Harry said with a whole lot of vengeance in his tone. His brows closed together and he came towards me and grabbed me roughly by my elbow.

"Get your hands off me," I spoke as calmly as I could, looking him in the eye and watching him slowly realize he was fixing to hurt me.

"I-I'm sorry," he backed away from me and ran his fingers through his mangy curls.