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Chapter 9

My own apartment is empty, and I don't feel like texting Louis. Since I'm overly polite, I do anyway. 

He tells me that he's currently at the farmers market down the street, and I can come to meet him if I would like. 

As much as I want to be polite, my heart is still aching from my experience with Harry. I tell him I'm not feeling well, and that I might be able to meet him for lunch tomorrow. He tells me okay, and I'm left alone with my thoughts once again. 

I plug in my iPod, hoping to be able to drown out the silence. 

In the middle of the song, my phone buzzes interrupting me. 

"Adella!" My mom yells through the phone. 

I rub the back of my neck. "Hey mom," 

"Is everything okay?"

"It's great. Having a blast." I lie as I sit alone in my boring apartment. 

"How's that boy that you went on a date with?" 

"He's fine, but it didn't work out." 

"I'm sorry sweetie."

"It's okay, I'm actually might see someone tomorrow. It depends on how I feel. " 

In the pause between my moms response, a door opens behind me, Harry walks inside. I shoo him away, plugging my other ear to drown him out. 

"Who is he?" She asks hopeful.

"He works at the bar down the street. Yeah, we're going to lunch tomorrow." 

"Hmm, have fun! I actually have to go, your brother just woke up. Talk to you later!"

I tell her goodbye, shutting my phone off before turning to Harry on my couch. He's sprawled across the entire thing, his toes hanging off the side. 

"You better be talking about going to lunch with me," 

I cringe internally. "I actually made plans." 

He stands up, his eyes full of conflict. "Adella." 

"Harry," I mimic. 

"You can't go out with him." 

"We're just going to lunch." 

"If you know I have a thing for you why would you make plans with somebody else?" He's suddenly angry, standing up. 

"Maybe it's because you slept with somebody else last night? If you really wanted to be with me you would show me that you're committed and not turn around be with another woman."

"Fine Adella, you want me to leave you alone? Sure. But when you're on your hands and knees begging for me, know that I'll look right through you to all the beautiful woman who want me to fuck them."

He leaves, slamming the door harshly.  I run my hands over my face, sighing loudly. Tears fight their way through but I tell myself I'm not going to cry over this stupid boy and his horrible words. 

I grab a water bottle from the fridge, before realizing it's the one that Harry drunk out of a few days ago. Quickly, I throw it in the trash can in an effort to rid myself of all things that remind me of him. 

I decide to keep with my plans to meet Louis for lunch tomorrow. Harry needs to learn that I'm not the type of person to be pushed around. I think again of what he said about me being controlling, and I get annoyed by his point. His unruliness is maddening.

I find myself wanting to go to bed at only eight, so I change into my pajamas quickly, hoping not to get another suprise visit from Harry. 

There's no sign of Harry as I get ready for my lunch with Louis. 

Part of me wishes that Harry won't leave me alone. The way he acts and the things he says when he's painting, it's far different to the Harry I saw at the party. Harry from the is party arrogant and selfish, and Harry when he's painting is the opposite. If he would always act like he does when he paints, I might go to dinner with him again. 

I debate over telling him that when I leave for lunch, grabbing my jacket off the hanger by the door. 

The harsh combination of wind and rain hits against my windows, creating an eerie thundering sound. There's no way I'm riding my scooter on the slippery roads, so I call a cab instead. 

I wait under the small canopy in the front of my complex for a cab, but I'm met with Harry following me outside. 

He looks at me without saying anything, the argument over whether or not to saying anything flashes in his eyes. In hopes of helping him make up his mind I give him a friendly closed-mouth smile. For a few minutes we watch the rain hitting the sidewalk. I keep staring straight ahead, even though I can feel his eyes on me. We're both unsure of what to say. The cab I called is taking a lot longer than expected. The wound from what he said to me last night is still raw. If I try to talk to talk to him it will just rip open the scab that has just began to form. 

Finally the cab pulls up, wiping away the moisture on the windshield. I open the door, but I can hear Harry whisper something behind me. 

"Lust est incontournable." 

Lust is inescapable.