Jones [H.S.]

Chapter 9

She could feel chills right down to her toes as she looked up at him, confused at the sudden action. She searched his eyes, hoping she would get something out of them, something mutual to the way she felt.

Destiny was right, Ally did like Harry, but she did not know why. It was a bittersweet relationship. Maybe because he could understand her, coming from her lifestyle and career; passion. She never felt shy to dance in front of him for the first time considering he was a stranger. Yes, she does dance on stage in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of strangers but once the adrenaline kicks in and you are not the only person on stage, it all fades away.

Ally felt butterflies erupted in her stomach, almost making her fly. She wanted to grab him by his shirt and pull him to a kiss; she wanted him to touch every inch of her pulsing body, the rush of blood and adrenaline about to burst out of her.

Before she could look deep into his eyes, he turned around and combed his hand through his hair while he walked back and forth.

She watched him pace, and she shuffled in her spot unsure of what to say or do next. She wanted to say something to break the tense silence, but her mouth only opened and closed like a fish.

Now he was frustratingly pulling on his hair, looking everywhere but her. He walked over to the small coffee table and lit up a cigarette again, taking a long drag and exhaling thick smoke.

"Are you okay?" Ally gulped.

"I'm taking you home." He walked towards the door with his keys in his hand.

"Oh," she stood there, confused and unable to function what happened.

Harry turned around, and when he saw her still standing in her spot, he angrily snapped at her and said, "Let's go I don't have all night."

She gaped at his sudden mood, quickly shuffling towards him not meeting his eyes. They got in the car, and Harry promptly drove to her apartment building which only took a couple of minutes. The whole ride they haven't spoken a word. Harry gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white with a frown on his face. When Harry reached, he waited for Ally to hop out but she just sat there staring at him unable to understand his actions.

"You know we have to talk about what happened." She mumbled looking down at her lap.

He let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It was nothing," he said slowly. "It meant nothing." He looked at her and found her looking at him with an unreadable expression. Ally's heart beat fast as she stared at him, completely dumbfounded at his words. Tears started to cripple in her eyes as her bottom lip began to quiver. She faced away from him and inhaled deeply to prevent a sob to escape.

"Then why..." she stammered unable to find the right words to say.

"I was just caught up in the moment."

Ally sucked up breath and nodded, quickly opening the door and shutting it behind her before she ran up the stairs. Harry drove away fast as she stood by the entrance watching him.

She finally reached her apartment and quickly made her way to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Tears have managed to escape her eyes, causing her mascara to smudge. Her hair was frizzy, sweat just along her hairline. Ally felt hot from how overthrown she was, heat throbbed at the back of her neck causing her to screw the tap open and splash water on her face.

She changed into something more comfortable and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to get rid of the alcohol that pulsed through her body.