Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 20

*I finally found someone who looks exactly how I picture Pierce and it's Marlon Teixeira. A picture of him is up on Instagram(1DfantasyFiction)*

"I have to go." He says looking down at his phone then back to me. A flicker of worry steals his eyes for a moment, replacing some of my anger with curiosity. "I'm sorry baby, but I need to do something real quick."

Not this again. "What? Where?" He reaches the final step and slides his phone in his pocket.

"I need to do something. I'll be back, I promise." He cups my face and pecks me quickly before rushing to the door.

"Awe, no!" My mom pouts, "you guys are leaving already? You just got here." She frowns towards my now frantic boyfriend and I walk to them.

Of course he's leaving. When doesn't he?

"I have to run a quick errand, I'll be back." He tells my mom and just as she steps away from the door frame, Alan pops up causing Harry to walk backwards towards me.

"Where have you guys been?" He steps inside the house tossing his keys on the table beside my purse. He turns to my happy mom and kisses her rosy cheek, her smiling as if it's her first kiss and we all in unison enter the living room.

I know where he's going. It's the same script different story every damn time with him.

"We went to Home Depot to get the windows and door for his room." I tell them as Harry impatiently stands beside me.

"Look, I really have to go." He emphasis his desperation to leave.

"Yeah?" Alan walks in between and passed us to the kitchen, "where do you have to be?"

"Somewhere," He pats his pockets for the keys and I can't find a good enough excuse to make him stay. It's sad that I have to make one instead of him staying when I ask. I hate that I have to convince him to do everything.

"Can you eat first?" My mom asks placing her hand on his arm, "real quick. I don't want you to go hungry." He probably won't since he shoved a whole sandwich down his mouth not to long ago.

"I'll be right back, though." He smiles trying not to be rude. "I'll eat when I get back."

"You better come back." With a spoon full of rice, Alan walks back into the living room and sets himself down on the couch. Harry stares at him momentarily, probably mentally punching him and he blinks back the aggravation before turning to me.

"I'll call you, okay?"

"I'll walk you." I put on my best fake smile and grab his hand.

Guiding him out the door, his grip tightens around my fingers and once we reach the car, I snatch it away watching his smile drop to a frown.

"What's wrong?" He asks reaching for my face but I slap it away.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go somewh--"

"Somewhere isn't a good enough answer." I fire back at him interrupting his excuse, "where are you going?" My temper is rising very quickly and the more he's hesitating the more I want to yell. My plan immediately pops into my head and I lower my voice to a calm tone, a tone that won't upset him and I take a deep breath and exhale, "can you please tell me where you're going?" I ask nicely.

"The storage unit." He finally tells me.

"That's all the way in Jersey. How are you going to 'be right back' if you're going to Jersey?" The filter is cracking, threatening to burst below the surface of my hard attempt to keep my cool but I can see passed his lie.