unlike her // h.s [Completed]

XXI

E.

Harry's light snoring wakes me up. I try to get up but Harry's arm keeps me down. He smacks his lips in his sleep and curls up, pulling me closer. His body against me had made sweaty. "Harry." I try and shake him. He groans, still sleeping. "Harry, I'm hot."

"I know you are." He says groggily and hums.

"Please let me up. I need to get to work. I'm late." I groan and try to get out his arms.

"Five more minutes." He pouts. "Work will still be there in five minutes."

"I'm late." I say again.

"You're the boss. You own the place. There's no way you could be late." He retorts, his breath tickling my neck.

"Harry." I sigh, trying to squeeze out of his arms. "At least let me take a shower."

"Kay," he unwraps his arms from around my waist. I crawl away from him, the AC blowing against my sweaty back. "You stink anyway."

"Funny." I snort and slip out of the fort. I get some clothes and a towel and get into the shower.

The hot water sprays against my back which relieves the tension in my muscles. I massage shampoo and conditioner in my hair before washing my body.

The bathroom door bursts open and I jump. "Harry!" I screech.

"Sorry, sorry. Sage called you like four times." He apologizes.

"Okay, just put my phone on the counter. I'll get it in a second." I say with a small laugh.

Harry leaves and shuts the door, giving me time to wrap myself in a towel. I grab my phone and call Sage on face time. It takes two rings before she picks up.

When her face pops up on the screen, I see a large bruise on her left cheek. "Oh my God! What happened?" I shout.

"Harry-" she cries. "He tried to rape me in his car. He punched me. You need to get away from him." She begins to sob.

"Have you called the police?" I ask her, my voice rushed.

"No. But you need to get out of there!" She shouts. I screenshot the screen for proof.

Footsteps run upstairs and the door swings open."I heard yelling, are you ok?" He asks, his face filled with worry. I back away from him. Sage hangs up out of no where.

"Harry. I'm calling the cops. You stay right here." I warn, hovering my thumb over the emergency call button on my phone.

"What? Why?" He asks, his eyes wide.

"I know what you did." I spit at him, holding my towel close to my body.

"I don't understand, what's going on?" He asks.

"Oh, I think you do." I mutter.

"No, I-"

I cut him off. "I know you tried to rape Sage!" I yell.

"What? No. When? I would never..." He tries to assure me.

"In your car yesterday." I growl.

"Nothing happened- she came onto me. I didn't do anything, I swear!" He frowns.

"I'm calling the cops." I almost press the button before he speaks up again.

"No, no! How can I prove it to you?" He pleads.

I shrug. "Stay there."

"Wait! I know, I know. Listen to me, please. For one moment." He begs, his eyes wide in worry.

"What?" I glare.

"I have a dashboard camera. I'll show you everything." He informs me. "Just follow me, I'll give you proof."

"I'm not getting in your car with you." I spit.

"You don't have to. Just come outside, I'll show you."

So, I follow Harry outside, still in my towel. He pulls out a tiny Go-Pro and hands it to me. "Look."

I hesitantly snatch it from his hand and watch a sped through video of Harry and Sage in the car.

And he's right. She came onto him. "Why would she lie to me? Especially about that?" I frown. Harry pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didnt believe you.."

"I'm not mad at you. I would've been upset too. I'm not blaming you." He whispers, brushing my hair down.

"We should confront her, Harry." I state, pulling away.

"Are you sure?" He places both of his hands on my shoulders, looking in my eyes.

"I'm sure. I'm pissed." I swipe my tongue across my teeth.

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We park into Sage's driveway and Harry tries to get out. "No. Stay out here. I wanna see if she drags this out. I'll text you if I need you."

"Stay safe. She seems like a live wire." Harry cautions me. I turn to him.

"She should be the one you're worrying about." I clench my jaw and get out of his car. I walk through the door without knocking. "Sage! Where are you?" I shout for her.

I hear quiet sobs coming from her room. "In here." She says between cries.

I make my way to her room and see her on the floor with her head buried in her hands. I crouch next to her and pull her hands away to reveal her face. She looks at me with fake worried eyes. "The police are questioning Harry." I lie.

"They are?" Her voice is shaky.

"I just can't believe he'd do that..." I shake my head, holding both of her hands in mine.

"I can't either." She blinks away a few tears.

"You know what's funny, though?" I pipe up. She shakes her head and frowns. I reach up and swipe my thumb over her bruise. The reminents of eyeshadow appear on my thumb. "It's just so hilarious that you lied. I almost called the cops on him. You're my best friend. Why would you do that?"

"I-" she pauses as I stand up.

"Don't talk to me." I roll my eyes. "Don't contact me anymore."

"Emer-"

"No. You're lucky I don't tell your fucking parents." I spit.

"You can't do that!" She shouts, standing up. She shakes my shoulders. "Please!"

"Keep an eye out." I retort, pushing her away and start heading back out to his car.

xxx