indecisive (on hold)

7.

I stand there dumbfounded.

Harry? Harry and her? Charley and Harry? Together? Babe? 

I can't wrap my head around it. She is such a bitch. She is rude and stuck up. She only cares about herself. And Harry, for the two days I've known him, was caring and a gentlemen. He seemed selfless. They seem so different. So how could they be together? Well, opposites attract, right? I stare at them as they turn to me. I can see how they aren't different. They are about the same, physical appearance wise. They both have piercings on their faces. They both have tattoos covering their skin. They both dress in dark clothes, Charley's more revealing of course. But for personality, from what I could see, they are more different than an elephant and a mouse.

They stare at me as I realize I was still staring with my mouth open. I squat to the floor to pick up the book I dropped. I hear footsteps approaching. I pray they will walk past.

"You know it's rude to stare. Mind your own damn business, four eyes. Just cause you can never get a boyfriend, doesn't mean you get to stare at mine." Charley scoffs as I stand.

I turn to her and Harry. I gaze my eyes to him, to see if he'd say something about her rudeness. He looks away, not being able to meet my eyes. I look away, horrified. I stare back at Charley as she continues her verbal assault.

"Don't look at him, you cunt. Look at me. Never mind don't. I can't stomach looking at someone as hideous as you."

I remain emotionless as she continues. I don't want to cry. Not in front of her and not in front of Harry. I don't want them to know, they are hurting me.

"You're pathetic," Charley spits.

I can feel her icy eyes on me as I stare at the floor. I finally gain the strength, that is fading quickly, and walk away. Every word spoken from her mouth, broke the strength I was building. I run to Chris's office. I can't take this.

"Chris?" I call.

"Yes, Liz, what's up?"

"Can I go home early? I'm not feeling well." I look at my shoes as I sway on my feet.

"No problem. Get well soon."

"Thank you."

I am so blessed to have a boss like him. I run to the counter and grab my things. I am almost out the door when an arm stops me. I hold my breath as I turn to see the face.

"Hey, where you headed to?" Louis asks.

"Going home. I'm not feeling well," I state.

I look past him, towards the wall. I can't meet his gaze. I am desperately holding back the tears in my eyes. I need to get out of here, now. Don't cry. Not here. Not here. Hold it in. Hold it in, until you're outside.

"What's wrong?"

"Louis, please. I need to go now." I plead, biting my lip.

"Oh, okay. Feel better." He calls weakly as I walk through the door, his hand sliding down my arm.

I am hit with a breeze of air. It chills my cheeks, and fills my lungs. I walk swiftly in the direction of my home. A tear slides down my cheek. Then another. Then more, until I am full on crying. Luckily, there aren't many people on my side of the street. Maybe one or two, but none paying me any attention, which I am thankful for. I wipe my tears with my fingers. My vision is blue, so I know my iris is now blue. I keep my eyes down, in case someone sees. I make it to my apartment rather quickly. I step inside and throw my bag to the floor. I slide my back against the door and sit.

"You're stupid. Absolutely stupid," My conscious hisses. "You thought he would stand up for you? Against her? Stupid, stupid girl. Why would he? Why would he waste his breath on you?"