AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 19.

"Harry," I shake him gently. "Harrrryyyy." He groans and turns over to face away from me. "Harry, I'm leaving. I've got to get to work or I'm going to be late."

"Don't go." He says. His voice is deeper than normal, stirring something inside me. I shake my head to clear the thoughts away.

"Can you please give me a ride back to my apartment? My car is there. Remember, I rode here with you, Kelsey, and Niall?"

Harry sighs and sits up in bed. I smile at how messy his hair is and how cute it looks that way. I shake my head again, trying to clear it up. I need to focus. He stretches his long arms up in the air and yawns as I grab my clothes off the floor. I decide to just stay in Harry's gym shorts and shirt that he let me sleep in until I get back to my place. This will make the second set of his I have.

"Yeah, alright." Harry agrees. "But I'm not getting dressed. It's way too early for that."

"So you're driving in just your boxers?"

"I could drive naked, if you would like." Harry chuckles.

I roll my eyes and leave his bedroom as I hear him opening a dresser drawer. A couple of minutes later, we are in his car and headed towards my apartment. The drive is silent and feels awkward for some reason. I'm not really sure of what to say and it seems he isn't either.

"Come over after work?" Harry asks when we stop in the parking lot of my building.

"Will you answer some of my questions if I do?"

"A few."

An hour later I'm at work in my ugly uniform. It's not busy so I'm sitting at the front desk and scrolling through my phone, looking at all the beauty schools in this area. A few of them start classes next month but I have already missed most of the deadlines for registrations. I sigh and shove my phone back into my pocket.

The eight hours of work go by so slow that by the time seven rolls around I feel like heading straight for the bar. That's not what I do, though. I mentally talk myself down from it on the way out to my car, reminding myself that I need to get my life together.

When I'm stopped at the first red light I come to, I send a text to Harry, I'm on my way. Work was such a drag. I don't get a text back.

A shiny red car is parked in Harry's drive way in the place that I normally park in, so I have to pull around and park on the other side. I assume it's one of his friends that I had met a few times ago when I was here. I send him another text, telling him that I'm here but he still doesn't text back. Maybe his phone is dead.

I knock on the door and after a couple of minutes it swings open, but Harry's face is not what I see. A pretty brunette clad in only a bath towel glares at me. I am taken aback and have no idea what to say or how to react. My heart falls a little bit in my chest and my blood runs cold.

"Who are you?" I ask with my arms crossed.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Elena." I start to say more but Harry appears in the door way.

"Elena!" His eyes are wide and he looks panicked.

"What's going on here, Harry?" I ask. I know we aren't in a relationship of any kind but a small ping of betrayal courses through me.

"I thought you wouldn't be over until later. We are not together, Elena. I don't date."

"Except for me," the brunette chimes in, "he dated me multiple times." A smug expression covers her pretty face and I want to punch her.

"Bree, shut the hell up. Damn." Harry snaps at her. He then turns to me. "It's not what you think, Elena. Anyways, I don't have to explain myself to you, or anyone else."

Bree, as he called her, walks away then, sashaying away through the house until I can no longer see her.

"I am so done with your back and forth, Harry. You want me to come over, I assumed so we could hook up or something, but then you have someone else here? What's the point?"

"Come inside and I'll explain everything." Harry pauses. "Not everything. . . but I'll explain some things.

I should walk away and never set foot on this property again. I should remove Harry and his mysterious indecisiveness out of my life. I should go home and work on things to get myself into beauty school. I should call Trina and apologize for the other night and beg for her help, but I do none of those things. I take a few steps forward, wrap my arms around Harry's neck and press my lips to his.

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