the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 21

at six o'clock sharp, harry went to my desk and grabbed me by my forearm so i could follow him behind. at first, i was struggling to take my hand back from him but his strong hand kept holding mine and pulling me.

arrived at my apartment, i walk in with him. i turn the lights on while rubbing my forearm that harry held tightly. it feels hot and looks a bit red but i just shrugg it off because maybe tomorrow will be just fine. i enter my bedroom, falling myself to my bed, face first and sigh.

"we're here now. what do you want?" i mumble. my voice muffles against the bed.

"let's watch that x-men movie you talked about," harry answers. i turn my body to look at him up and down. he just stand there, with his hands on his pocket, not even sitting on the edge of the bed.

"we talked about that months ago," i watch him in confused.

"i'm interested now," he says.

"alright, i'll grab my laptop." i shrugg, putting my body on a sitting position. "if we're going to watch," i say in a hurry, "we can watch it on that couch." i point the couch at the edge of my room.

i grab my laptop from my kitchen- yes, kitchen, because i'm a messy person and you can even find a leftover burger on my bedroom- then go back to my bedroom to find harry already sitting on the couch. i leave a space between us and turn on my laptop to set the movie ready. harry sets himself into a straight position and come near me, sending goosebumps to my body.

"what happened to your hand?" he asks, grabbing it softly.

"oh. nothing much, just you, pulling me by force all the way down from my desk to the lobby." i shrugg. he stays silent for a couple of seconds after hearing my answer then stand up from the couch, walking away. after i hear his footsteps fade, i hear a door clicks open and the sound of it being slammed close.

just like that? he's leaving...?

i feel like i want to throw my shoe at his head but i just sigh and lean on my couch. i stare at my forearm and i feel like i want to cry right now. harry is really fucking confusing. why do i even put up with him? i should've just listened to myself when i said i couldn't be with patrick because we're from two diffrent worlds. not that i liked patrick or something but harry is just no diffrent than patrick. harry has blue blood running on his veins and i'm just me. i should have known that the kiss and whatever the hell he has done to me meant absolutely nothing to him. i cover my face with my hands and start to cry. why am i even crying? i don't even like him.

stupid, stupid, scar-

"scarlette? why are you crying?" i hear harry's soft voice. his voice startles me, making me jump a bit from my spot.

"it's-," i pause, still crying, "-my," i pause again, trying to find an excuse and breathe. "my dog just died!" i cry like a five year old kid.

"you don't have a dog?" harry looks around my apartment.

please shut up.

"my-" i take a deep breath, "my mom just called me," i try to maintain my breath steady.

"how old was it?" harry asks, still standing in front of me.

"seven," i answer quickly. "i thought you left?" i ask, wiping my face.

"i was at your bathroom, getting a warm towel." he gets on his knees and grab my hand slowly. "i'm sorry. i did not mean any harm," he sighs, wrapping the warm towel around my red forearm.

"don't..." i start to cry again, covering my face with my other hand, also trying to finish my sentence.

he pats the back of my head, "it's okay, you can always get a new puppy."