Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

43. Riled Up

Chapter 43: Riled Up

Dedicated to SlGNOFTHETIMES and vish106

Immediately the elevator closed up and Emiliana was out of view, I turn and allow my fist to come in contact with the door of my car, venting my anger out at that instant and even as the pain numbs my fist, I don't stop hitting the car with all the might I had left until I saw the saw the blood dripping off my knuckles.

I run the bloody hand through my hair, wanting to pull out every strand on my head. I was annoyed with Emiliana but more at myself for saying such a stupid thing and worse of all, making her cry, something that seemed to make my blood boil.

Seeing her shedding tears because of me and knowing I couldn't do anything to stop it irritated me to the core. The least I could do was stop her from going but I could not, because she would expect me to comfort her and I have no idea on how to do that, especially with all that she had said.

I was pissed from the very moment I realized she was acquainted with Andrew Noel and even more pissed when she said I wasn't her boyfriend, irritated at how easily the words rolled off her tongue, as if it were some kind of reflex action. Honestly, it annoyed the fuck out of me and I have no idea why.

I was the one who constantly reminded her that we were not in a relationship but hearing her say it felt like a blow directly to my lungs. I had a little taste of what she had probably felt when I harshly said those words to her, and it wasn't pleasant at all.

After getting in my car and slamming my hand on the steering, I pull out of the lot and into the road. By now, I expected her to understand what kind of relationship we had and why, I thought she was comfortable with it, so much so that she had sex with me but now all that seemed to be nothing but my point of view.

I do not know how else I could make her understand me. We had been through that topic a lot in the past and I thought I was finally able to make it clear to her but I guess I was wrong. Not talking about it recently made me think she understood when she clearly doesn't.

I kept on telling her that my business comes first and using harsh words hoping that would somehow make her understand even though I never told her anything in detail. I expected that those few words were enough and I didn't need to explain myself but apparently that's not the case.

The same way she hardly ever told me what was going on with her, I felt I didn't need to explain myself either, it was quite clear. But I could understand her being annoyed because it was probably the same as when she was troubled and wouldn't say anything about it, it irritated me.

Getting into my apartment, it was dead silent expect from the sound of running water coming from the kitchen letting me know that Riel was still around. I take off my blazer and roll up my sleeves as I walk into the kitchen.

"Oh, Harry, you're back," she says diverting her attention from the dishes she was washing. "Where's Emiliana?"

Ignoring her, I walk straight up the stairs and into my room. I take off my blazer and roll up the sleeves of my bloody hand before entering the bathroom. As the water runs down my fist, I stare at the blood that falls through the sink and realized that the worse mistake I made this evening was letting her go, angry.

I should have stopped her, even if it were not to explain myself but to appease her in some way. She might still be crying her eyes out at the moment or even regretting why she had gotten together with me and honestly, it made me feel extremely guilty.

I did not mean to hurt her at all, it was my mistake forgetting she is not like other women I had around me. She is way more sensitive and emotional than all the other women I had ever been with and it was out of anger that I had said all that I did. I detested the fact that she acted as if what she had said about me not being her boyfriend meant absolutely nothing to her, even though it's supposed to be that way.