unlike her // h.s [Completed]

XXVII

E.

Harry dissapeared for another week. With no replies to my texts and no call backs, I gave up on trying.

So, I dealt with my Dad.

"You have nothing in this fridge, how do you even survive?" He growls at me and slams the fridge shut.

"This is my house, don't break my stuff." I glare at him.

"Sorry. I'm hungry." He whines.

"You're acting like a child." I counter, sliding my sweatshirt on. "I'm going on a run."

"Yeah, you do that." He scoffs. "Guess I'll buy your groceries."

"You're staying here, you put in your effort!" I sing and shut the door. I continue to jog down the sidewalk with my music playing in my ears.

My feet pump, threatening to stop, but I push through. A prescence appears next to me. I turn to it while running. "Leave me alone, Drew." I spit between breaths.

"Can we talk?" He begs and follows me.

I scuffle to a stop. "How did you know I was here? Are you stalking me?" I question, glaring at him.

"No." He takes quick breaths and shakes his head. "I know that you run down this road on Wednesdays." He coughs.

"So, you're stalking me?" I huff and push my hair out of my face.

"I want to talk about what I did." He frowns and coughs into his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I was being delusional. I just really like you." He pushes back another strand of my hair. I flinch back.

"I accept your apology." I say blandly. His face brightens and he smiles. "But I don't want to be friends with you until you figure out what your priorities are."

I speed off before he has the chance to talk.

xxx

I slip out of my shower and wrap the towel around me. I open my bedroom door and find my window open.

Harry appears out of my closet and slams the door shut. He throws me onto the bed and hovers over me. "Be quiet. Your dad is home." He whispers, tracing his thumb across my lips.

I only nod and attach my lips to his as he rips the towel off of my body. His lips make a trail of hickeys down my body until he stops right above my core. He looks up at me, grins, and...

I open my eyes and shake my head at myself, turning off the now-cold shower water. I pull my clothes over my wet body and go into my room.

I hear shouts outside and scrunch my brows, looking out the window. In the middle of the street is Harry's red car which is surrounded by paparazzi. I grumble curse words under my breath.

I don't want to see him because of his dissapearing act. But I do want to see him. I can't make up my mind, so I shrug and flop down on my bed. I pull my headphones onto my head and blast music, closing my eyes.