AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry asks as he continues walking down the house's long drive way.

"Trying to figure out which way home is," I answer.

"You're not walking home, you'll get arrested for public intoxication. We already talked about this."

"What am I supposed to do, then?" I yell, throwing my arms up in the air and almost falling over.

"You can sleep here tonight, I guess." Harry says. "Only tonight, though, and you're leaving as soon as you wake up. My house isn't a fucking hotel for drunks."

I walk as fast as I can manage without falling to catch up with him. I don't know why he keeps bringing up the fact that I'm drunk because he's drunk too. The smell of whiskey surrounds him. He just holds his liquor better than me, I suppose, or maybe he didn't drink quite as much.

When we approach the front door, which seemed like took ages to get to, as my legs feel like one hundred pound weights, Harry opens it and walks inside, letting it almost hit me in the face.

"What the hell?"

"Open it yourself. You're the one that's too drunk to get home by yourself and I'm the one letting you stay at my place." Harry snaps.

I open the heavy door and stumble inside to be met with lights that are far too bright. Harry turns out the foyer lights as he passes and I follow him through the house, up a staircase. I didn't expect some drunk fuck at a bar who bought me shots in return for fingering me would live in such a fancy house, but what do I know? Who am I to judge? The apartment complex I live in is absolute trash compared to this place.

I follow Harry down the long hall that goes off from the landing of the stairs and into a room with double doors at the end. He flicks on a lamp that casts the huge room in a dim glow. There's a giant sized bed, oak dressers and night stands, an en suite bathroom, a walk in closet and a couch with a matching chair next to it.

"You can sleep on the couch." Harry says, pointing to it. "No one sleeps in my bed except me, especially a dumb, drunk girl from the bar."

I roll my eyes at his rude words toward me and try to remember that at least I have a place to sleep tonight after getting to wasted to get home. The couch that will be my temporary bed actually looks more comfortable than my real bed at home, that is an old mattress on my bedroom floor.

"Okay, cool, thanks." I mutter and plop down onto it. I easily get comfortable and sink into the soft black cushions.

Harry starts to undress in front of me and I try to keep my heavy eyes open to take it all in. His upper body is all hard abs and toned muscles, and his legs are long and lean. Black boxer briefs hug his narrow hips and it's a struggle between trying to fight off the sleep and trying to unglue my eyes from his sexy body.

"Stop fucking staring at me. I know you are." Harry snaps.

I'm not embarrassed at being caught staring, I'm too drunk to be. Harry flicks off the light and I almost instantly slip into a deep sleep.

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I'm roughly woken up by a set of large hands -Harry's hands- shaking me. When I can get my eyes to actually open all the way, I see him standing above me, bent over and wearing only his boxer briefs.

"It's almost eleven, get the hell out of my house. I told you only one night, not one night and half the next day." Harry half yells at me.

"Alright, alright, you don't have to fucking scream at me. I get it." I fire back.

Harry takes a few steps back and I lift myself up off the couch. He walks across the room and opens the door for me, following me down the stairs. I exit his house and feel his eyes watching my every step.

I have to get home, have to get clothes on for work. I'm lucky that I don't start until one in the afternoon today because if I'm late again, I'll probably get fired.

I have to get my life together. I can't keep going on like this.

After a few wrong turns and a forty minute walk, I find my way back to my shitty apartment and take a shower to wash away the stale liquor smell. A half hour later, I'm in my ugly work uniform and it hits me. My car is still at the bar. Damn it.

"Trina?"

"Elena?" My older sister's voice comes through my phone. "Let me guess? Your car is at another bar again and you need a ride to work?"

"Yes," I say simply.

I'm afraid of what Trina is going to say to me when she gets here. She's always yelling at me and lecturing me about one thing or another. She's all the I have though, so I guess I'll have to deal with it. Maybe she's right, though. Maybe I should try to 'straighten out my life' as she puts it.

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