AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 15.

When I wake up, I'm alone in Harry's bed. I make my way down the stairs without changing out of his clothes. Looking around and walking through the extravagant rooms, I find him in the kitchen near the stove. He's wearing black gym shorts that hang on his hips in just the right way.

Harry is cooking breakfast? Who knew?

"Hey, there." I say, approaching him.

"I have things to do today. You should go home." Harry says. His voice is hard and cold, completely opposite from last night.

"Did I do something wrong, Harry?" I ask.

"No."

I don't understand what could have happened between last night and this morning that would cause such a change. It actually makes me mad the longer I think about it.

"You're so closed off. There's obviously something bothering you and you won't tell me!" I snap.

"I don't know you. I don't trust you." Harry snaps back at me. His voice is rough and full of anger.

"You know me more than I know you. I told you so many things about myself, yet you won't tell me anything. I don't know you because you won't let me."

"Get out of my house if all you're going to do is yell at me. I have things to do today, like I said before." Harry says, more calmly this time. He takes the skillet off the stove and places a pancake onto his plate with a spatula.

"I don't have time for this. Your back and forth attitude towards me is too much. I'm done trying to be friends with you. . . Or whatever this is." I say, defeated.

Harry looks at me like he wants to say something badly, but he doesn't. His lips part as if he's going to speak up but he seals them shut quickly. I give him a few more seconds to say something, anything before I leave but he doesn't. I run up the stairs, slip on my shoes, grab my purse and head out the front door to my car, still wearing my borrowed clothes.

Just as I'm about to pull out of the long drive way, Harry is walking out his front door and moving quickly towards me. A minute later when he approaches my car window, I roll it down. What could he possibly want with me?

"I'm sorry. Don't go. It's just. . . I don't know, okay. I don't mean to be an asshole."

"I'm tired of your games, Harry. You have things to do today, anyways. Remember?" I throw his own words back in his face. Speeding off, I leave him standing shirtless in his driveway with a look of shock on his perfect face.

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