Eucalyptus & Honey |H.S.|

Chapter 3 - She's an Angel

My breath left my body as I looked into those green eyes that held no hint of kindness. So different than the ones I stared into a year ago.

I stared and he stared back and I knew I looked like a child who just got caught stealing candy, but I could think of nothing else to do. Harry abruptly gripped my chin—his hold much lighter than I would have expected from his angry features—and angled my head towards his. 

He stepped over the door's threshold so that he stood less than a foot in front of me. I could feel his breath on my face and he smelled like menthol and eucalyptus and honey. Except this time he didn't embody the smell. This time he was sour whiskey and burning flowers. An equally intoxicating combination.

His voice lowered so that the only ears the sound would reach were mine. "Angel baby, I asked you a question." His voice matched his eyes. Raw seduction and hot anger.

Heat flooded my core despite the tone of his words and my cheeks flushed as I struggled for words, too busy wondering how the fuck I ended up in this situation in the first place. Margot's words felt like a bucket of ice water as she spoke from beside me.

"Holy shit. Are you guys about to kiss?"

Her words seemed to have the same effect on Harry when he pulled his hand from my chin as if he had been burned. As soon as he released me, I shot her a glare as she rolled her lips in an attempt to hide a smile. A look of confusion passed over his features as he turned his head towards Margot, seeming to notice her for the first time.

Harry's eyes scanned her body—more assessing than sexualizing—and his entire demeanor changed. His dimples appeared as he gave her an easy smile and stretched out his hand for Margot to shake before saying, "Hi, I'm Harry."

She widened her eyes at me as if saying what the hell is happening? I continued my glare, but gave her a shrug, signaling that I was equally as confused. Margot gripped Harry's hand in her own, giving him a killer smile, and introduced herself.

Harry moved to the side so that we weren't blocking the door as he and Margot exchanged pleasantries about how they both knew me, and other bullshit that people talk about when they first meet. I wasn't particularly interested in the conversation. Jealousy filled my gut as I watched them. Why the fuck was he so nice to, quite literally, everyone else but me?

While I knew that he reserved a special sort of hatred just for me, it was still disarming to directly see the difference in the way he treated me. 

The searing jealousy built inside me, lumping in my throat, and threatened to spill from my mouth, when I suddenly felt an arm loop around my waist.

I turned my face to find Jamie already looking at me, giving me one of his characteristically arrogant smiles. My mouth forced a smile in return and I crossed my arms, feeling uncomfortable. I turned to face Harry and Margot again, and found that their conversation had stopped. 

Harry's face was filled with anger again, and another emotion that I couldn't read, as his eyes were trained on Jamie's hand gripping my waist. Jamie's proximity began to feel suffocating under Harry's glare. I lightly shoved his hand away, stepping closer to Margot, who still seemed lost.

I cringed when I noticed Harry's look of satisfaction at my reaction to Jamie, and I nearly grabbed his arm to place it around me again. But I didn't. I didn't want to be touched by anyone. Not after Harry.

I fucking hated the way he affected me. My skin was still tingling from his touch. My heart still danced in my chest. Jealousy and lust and anger still heavily sat in my gut. I hated him. But I fucking wanted him, and that made me hate him even more.