It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 3: Hate How Much I Love You.

A/N: okay so the three pics on the left are Marigolds room, and on the right is Harry's!!!

Harry told me he wouldn't hangout with me until I packed my room up the past few days so in between shifts that's exactly what I've done. He's a pain in my ass most of the time, but he's right when he tells me I need to 'take responsibility' if I want our parents to believe that we can live on our own.

It's not that I'm not ready to get the hell out of Jersey, it's that I personally enjoy waiting until the last moment so I can feel the rush of finishing everything right before I need it to be done, meaning I am the crowned queen of procrastination.

I walk back into my room, feeling that rush as I know Harry will be pulling up with his jeep in a few minutes. Dahlia is on my floor right now, packing up the last of my shoes, and I join her, helping out.

    "Are you ready?" She asks me, smiling up at me.

    "Beyond ready... Was it this exciting when you moved out?" I ask her, and she shrugs.

    "I was moving to Georgia, not exactly the most fun time... but I also wasn't moving in with my hot best friend." She nudges me to my side, and I shake my head, focusing on the box in front of me. "You two are still friends right?" She asks, and I sigh.

    "Forever and always." I say bitterly, not meaning for it to come out the way it does.

    "So you're seriously going to tell me you haven't slept with that man? You're going to look me in the eyes, and say not even so much as a kiss has happened between you two?" She turns my shoulders to her, and I look her in the eyes.

    "Yes, I can seriously say that  I have had no sexual relations with him. Not even a drunk kiss, or a confused make out to see if we have feelings for each other. Nothing." I confirm, and she shakes her head.

    "That'll change, and I better be the first to know." She tells me, and I scoff.

    "As if. I'm not telling you so that you can run to mom and dad, and make it impossible for me to live with him." I tell her, and she drops her jaw.

    "I would never rat you out! Not for that at least." She puts the last shoe in the box, and reaches for the packing tape.

    "It doesn't matter anyways. You have, and will have nothing to tell because it's never going to happen, he's made that very clear." I tell her, taking the sharpie between my fingertips.

    "But you wish it wasn't that way huh?" She asks as I scribble on the box. 'Goldie's shoes' it reads, and even my handwriting is messy, he's right about me being a constant mess.

    "Considering he looks the way he does, what do you think?" I ask her, knowing my sister comes home often, but not often enough to hear all the juicy details of my life. We were a lot closer when she lived at home, my little sister too, but mainly us.

    "How long have you had feelings for him?" She asks, and I stand up, sitting on my bed instead of the floor.

    "Two years? I think..." I mumble, feeling helpless.

    "And have you told him?" She asks, and I shake my head, looking at her like she's crazy.

    "Not those exact words, but I've made plenty of hints. He always thinks they're jokes. He also calls me out constantly for flirting with him. He's not interested Dahlia, he's probably ready for college so he can find a girlfriend, and get serious with her, and move out, and marry her, and have babies with her, and leave me to die alone while I wallow in self pity." I throw myself back on the bed, and she yanks me right back up.