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

Chapter 52

Harry held the dress up high so it wouldn't drag it's ends on the gravelly ground as we walked to the car. 

"You sure you liked it?" I asked for probably the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.

"Callie it's fine," Harry grumbled, mostly annoyed at my inability to choose a dress in the last hour or two, and hopefully not necessarily at me.

"Do you want to try to go to dinner?" I asked nicely, looking over at him as he hooked the dress on the inside of the car behind his seat.

"I don't know Callie. I'm tired. I need to go home, we have to go get your stuff from your house and I still need to stop by the shop and pick up a few things. Charles is also at his friends house and I need to go stop by and get him before it get's too late," he looked down at his wrist and checked the time on his Rolex watch.

"It's cool...we can do it another time," I tucked a couple strands of hair that came loose from my bun back into the elastic holder and fiddled with my earring stud as Harry loomed over my small frame as he scrunched his brows at me, watching me and looking past my eyes and into my mind. 

I should be getting used to this methodical way of Harry by now. He gets what he wants. He knows how I feel about him and he abuses my feelings and gets into my skin, but I let him. Boy, do I let him, though. His eyes search my face moments more as I stand there and twirl my fake crystal stud in my ear between my fingers, my eyes switching back and forth to both of his, wondering to their own what he was thinking.

"Get in the car, it's going to rain soon," Harry practically mumbled so low it sounded like a heated erotic growl, which sent shivers down my spine and right inbetween my thighs.

I did as told and shut the door softly. Thirty minutes later, Harry pulled into the music shop and ordered me to stay in the car. So I did... He came back out with a bag he didn't go in with. He must have some business stuff to do when he goes home. Nothing unusual. 

He turned the radio on as we went place after place, which seemed to be stores James owned, because I was told to stay put in the car each time. And finally after four other stores, in a couple of neighboring towns, we went to pick up Charles. 

"Callie will you knock on the door and tell whoever answers that Charles needs to come home or however the fuck you can get him out of that house... I need to make a call..." Harry looked at me blankly and pulled his phone from his pocket dialing a number.

"Sure..." I rolled my eyes and took my hair down from my disgusting bun, trying to become somewhat presentable to the open public.

My feet scrambled out of the car and to the front entrance of the small little house in the middle of a smaller town than Turner, Maine. The cold breeze hit my hair that used to be just past shoulder length when I moved here, but was now between the middle of my shoulder blades in deep brown waves.

I opened the rackety screen door and then knocked on the splintering wood of the front door. Charles hurry up... Come on... I looked back at Harry's car parked behind a small rusting green Honda from the early 90's. It reminded me of the one my mom had from my childhood. You couldn't necessarily see Harry but you could sense the vibe given off from the arrogance of his vehicle next to the old car of Charles' friend.

Who was Harry calling? 

Could it be the company that filmed the shop this afternoon? Most likely! He has to talk to them about dates, plans for the future, policies, and all that sort of business-y stuff! I'm being silly, Harry has a lot on his plate right now and I'm trying to be selfish and capture all of his attention like usual. I need to take a step back and realize it's not about me, it's about him and how he feels.