Little Darling • H.S (AU)

Seven

Harry led us up and into my apartment and he was incredibly sweet.

I was really looking forward to going out and having dinner with him but Bradley had to ruin EVERYTHING.

I was fuming at the fact that he ruined my night out, leaving his mark on me as a reminder of that fact.

What did I ever see in that boy?

Maybe I just really liked the attention he gave me...

Not like I couldn't get it anywhere else, I've had many guys hit on me while dating him.

But I NEVER even thought about cheating on him.

God, what a piece of shît.

The sex wasn't even that great either if I'm being completely honest, I don't know why I made such a big deal about him fûcking the slutty red head.

He's probably been with so many others without me knowing, I'm actually sick to my stomach.

Why is he acting so possessive over me like I'm the love of his life when he pulls the shît that he does?

Why hurt me if he's the one doing everything wrong?

He needs therapy.

I still can't believe how small the world is, that stupid red head had to work at the Olive Garden that Harry decided to bring me to.

She must've had a million thoughts about me, seeing me with another man entering a fancy restaurant must have thrown her for a loop.

She's one to talk, entering another woman's home while screwing her man.

So not classy.

I wanted to punch her in the face so hard but I couldn't show that side of myself to Harry just yet.

He'd run, screaming for the hills.

"Hey"

I snapped out of my dangerously angry thoughts and looked up at Harry who was holding a glass of water.

"You're okay, Angel Eyes"

I smiled at him as I accepted the cool glass and greedily drank the contents.

It felt so good sliding down my throat, soothing the harsh assault it went through not too long ago.

I breathed out after taking the last gulp of the water and Harry grabbed the empty glass from my hands.

"More?"

I just nodded as I closed my eyes to feel the coolness soothe my throat.

"So, what do you want to eat?"

His voice carried as he was in the kitchen refilling the glass with more of the heavenly liquid.

"Spaghetti. I'm always in the mood for Italian"

He came back in no time at all, handing me the glass as I drank the water much slower this time, enjoying its effect.

"Seems simple enough. Would you like to assist and become my little helper?"

I smiled lightly with the glass still attached to my lips as I gave a small nod.

"Come on then"

He held his hand out for me to grab so he could pull me up off the couch.

I stumbled on my own feet and fell right into his chest as his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me up while staring right into my eyes.

The way our different shades of green mixed together as we stared into each other's eyes could create a painting.