The boxer and the bitch

Chapter 24 - Someone like her

"You better have cola, man I need that goodie!" I launch myself into the kitchen—past Boxer guy—as soon as he opens the door.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asks while wiping his dripping hair. He smells good.

"You're meeting Rose today at lunch around 2. Make sure you buy flowers and yeah, some gift would be good too. I think you would already know what she would like." I distractedly inform him while struggling with the cola bottle's cap which I luckily found in the fridge. It's silent for a while and I look back at him, wondering what he's been doing.

"What?" The boy looks as confused as ever, standing still like someone pressed his pause button. I decide that answering him can wait and put all my focus on unscrewing the soda. The cap is so tightly screwed that I put my foot flat on the cabinet doors in order to apply more force.

Suddenly, my that very leg is lifted and held into a big ass palm which belongs to the boxer guy himself. He raises my leg higher in the air which makes me lose my balance and fall flat on my butt.

"Jeez man, you're so intense it's painful. Literally." I complain, trying to get off the floor but that's thinking ahead of oneself as boxer guy starts dragging my ass to the living room. For real. I fold my arms and give him my best resting bitch face— which is professional class, by the way— even though his back is to me and he can't see it.

When we finally do reach there, it's not the end. He drags me by my leg till beside the couch and takes his time sitting on it while I'm on the floor like a crawling baby. Or a beggar.

"You could've just asked me twice and I would've answered. Or you could've just unscrewed-" I begin after giving him a hand but I'm cut off.

"What's on your mind?" He asks me, looking me straight in the eye, already aware of something cooking in my brain. But it was obvious and he's still dumb.

"See, you meet Rose today, be all nice and good and all that charming jazz and then- drop the bomb. It'll be smooth, trust me." I look back at him just like that and answer.

"I don't remember the part where I allowed you to make my life decisions. Screw the cap, not my life." He answers, not very impressed with my idea. Oh well.

"Convinced me to stay the night? Scolded me to live with you? Made me meet Ari? So just do what I say." I don't play along and just bombard him with facts. But it's not like I'm not enjoying this.

He leans forward with his arms on his lap with the same look and counters, "Who started the wife drama?"

"Who's dragging it? Don't argue with me when you're wrong." I don't buy his reason. At all.

"Soft toys." I hear Harry mutter.

"Huh?"

"She'll like soft toys. Preferably jewelry, but I'm no way doing that. That's too expensive for a break-up." He finally explains and I jut my lower out while nodding my head.

"Right, teddies it is."

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  🐝Harry's Pov🐝   

"Oh, Harry! You didn't have to!" Rose gushes with a large smile, loving all that I brought for her. I smile back at her, trying very hard to hide my discomfort. I can safely say this is the last thing I wanna do right now. "So, You finally want me back, huh?"

I clear my throat awkwardly, constantly fixing my collar while drinking glass after glass of water. "I'm actually, I'm actually here for something else."