AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 29.

Harry and I had just ended up kissing a lot and he'd given me multiple orgasms just using those talented hands of his. It had been great, more than great, but I still didn't get the answers to any of my questions.

Harry had claimed that he had some work to get done today and that he had to go some place in town for a meeting. I had given him a goodbye kiss before I left and the taste still lingers on my lips as I drive down the street towards my apartment. Harry's huge black hoodie is almost drowning me as I park my car, it hangs down to my mid thighs and the sleeves feel like they're a half foot too long. Harry and his long arms, I sigh.

My phone rings in my pocket the second I walk through my front door and it's an unknown number. I decide to answer anyways. After a half hour phone call of mostly unneeded talk, I am overly excited. The woman from the Kinsley Beauty School on the other side of town had found out about my interest when I had visited the website about a week ago. She wants to help me get in. I do a little happy dance and decide to call Trina, Kelsey after that, and then Harry.

Harry doesn't answer my call, but he's probably busy with that meeting for work. I idly wonder what he wore to the meeting. Did he put on a suit and take his snakebite piercings out? Or does his appearance not matter because mostly all of his work is done from home online? The thought of Harry in a suit lingers in my mind. That would be sexy as hell.

That night around seven I am completely bored out of my mind and find out that I don't have to work an early shift tomorrow. The thought of going to the bar for drinks is clawing at me. But I shouldn't go. I would have to talk some random guy into buying me shots and who knows what he would want in return. I could just call Harry and see if he wants to get wasted at his house.

I dial Harry's number and I still don't get an answer. Did he leave his phone somewhere or is he avoiding my calls? A worrisome expression crawls across my face at the thought. Why would he be avoiding me? I thought we were together.

After one more call to Harry and a lot of back and forth with myself, I decide to go to his house. I don't know why I'm being so persistent and worried but I just am. His car is in the drive way next to Bree's, indicating that's he's home. I knock on the door and Bree is the one to answer.

"He doesn't want to see you." Bree says.

"Not this again," I roll my eyes. "It's not your decision whether or not he wants to see me." I push past her and yell out Harry's name. Music is coming from the direction of the basement so I head that way.

When I enter the basement, I find Harry shirtless and sitting on the counter of his bar with a bottle in each hand. The room is dim and smells of marijuana. His eyes are dark and when they meet mine, his brows lift as if he's surprised. Anger then takes over his features.

"What the hell are you doing here, Elena? I want to be alone." Harry snaps at me as I near him.

"Smoking and drinking isn't going to help pent up anger." I tell him, walking even closer.

Harry scoffs. "Like you have room to talk. You get wasted to forget about all your problems."

I don't say anything back because he's right. I just walk closer to him and stand at his side with my elbows resting on the bar top. After a few minutes of silence, I decide to speak up.

"I wanted to tell you I'm going to be getting into beauty school. The lady from Kinsey Called me. She's going to help me with the student loans and all that shît."

"Good for you." Harry says, his voice void of any emotion. He takes a long swig from the bottle in his right hand.

"You're being rude, you know that?"

Harry shrugs and I move to walk away. Before I can take two steps, his hand clamps down on my shoulder. "Don't leave."

"You said you wanted to be alone."

Harry surprises me by pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine. His arms loop under mine and his hands rest on the backs of my shoulders. His bloodshot eyes connect with mine for a moment after he breaks the kiss and he opens his mouth like he's about to say something.

"What is it, Harry?" I ask.

"Why I don't want to be touched. . . It's my parents' fault."

"Go on," I say softly, leaning in to kiss his clenched jaw.

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