Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 65

H a r r y

Who the fuck does she think she is? Her slapping me the first time was something I deserved, but this? This isn't shit.  Is she fucking me? She took off in a bitchy fit because I didn't tell her who was blowing up my phone? She knows if I would have told her who, should would get worried. I know her, fuck, she's so full of shit, I'm so goddamn angry, I can't even see correctly. 

I watch her strut away from me as she tries to escape me and it crosses my mind to go after her and tell her no never fucking slap me again but I brush away the thought. I've been slapped around too goddamn much my whole entire life, I don't need her slapping me because she's upset. The fuck? I ought to...

"Sir, are those your bags?" A brunette haired woman with a nasal voice asks me, and I nod without thanking her for redirecting me.

I snatch up my bags and decide to go with option one and haste after her. I can't tell if she is crying or just wiping her eyes as her arms move in front of her. 

"Stella," I call after her angrily. I have a few choice of words to say to her, a whole fucking list is going through my head.

She seems startled but my voice as she turns around half way, but brushes me and hastily continues walking just as quickly as she had taken off.

"Stop walking away from me," My head fucking hurts.

"Leave me alone Harry," 

"Turn your ass around Stella," My teeth are clenched, and I notice her pace slow down, but she still shows no signs of turning around.

"I don't know who you think you're talking to," Her voice sounds small, and I take in a deep breath.

"You're growing some balls now huh? Where's your dick then?" I taunt in mock.

She spins around and suddenly we are now face to face. She studies my face quietly, and I try not to look her straight into her eyes knowing she will break me down and have me in seconds completely vulnerable.

"I just want the truth Harry," She says, her voice breaking. My eyes dart far off behind her and her nose flares.

"See, you can't even look me in the eyes!" She spits, literally fucking spits and I wipe my cheek.

"You're get dangerously bold, and I don't like that shit. Stay on your level," I warn as I inch closer to her still body, and she takes a deep slow breath daring to step closer. I can smell the anticipation on her breath fanning my face as she opens her mouth slowly.

"Go. to. hell," She makes sure to pronounce every syllable before turning on her heels and  stalking towards what I make out to be the exit. 

S t e l l a

Who the hell does he think he is telling me to "stay on my level?" As far as I am concerned, I'm just doing what I should gave done a long ass time ago; standing up for myself. He has absolutely  no right to hide things from me then tell me to stay on my level because I call him out on it. Yes, I'm getting bold, yes, I may be out of line right now, but my head and heart hurts at the same time, and as much as I want to cry, tears won't fall. I watch the exit knowing Harry is close behind, but when I look behind me, he isn't there. I feel satisfied and a ping of guilt all at the same time. Why can't he just get a fucking grip with himself and just...just..I don't even know how to process let alone my word my thoughts right now when all I can think of is Harry and his flaming green eyes.

I set my bags on a metal bench and watch the fresh water of the water mountain spritz into the air in a reoccurring pattern. The sun is at it's highest in the sky it feels, and my skin is on fire, my eyes are still trying to adjust, and every car that pulls up leaves me feeling disappointed and hopeless each time it pulls away. I'm hoping that he will come before Harry does, I know he will be livid if he sees me leaving with someone else. Someone that isn't him.