amaranthine ⋒ h.s

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑶𝑵𝑬

(CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE)

CHARLIE is acting weird as fuck. I haven't even seen him in like five whole days. He avoids talking to me, doesn't answer my calls, and when I did see him once, he acted all jittery. Maybe he's on drugs. Or maybe that new bitch he's seeing is taking up all his time. Who knows.

Actually, I do. That's exactly what's happening, but I'm not going to fret over it. I don't have time for bitches to be ignoring me though because it's a week before Christmas and I have to do some serious shopping.

I was dressed in jeans, boots, and a long brown coat. It's fucking cold out, but nothing I can't handle. I looked cute and this is the only reason I love winter time.

I was just out at some shops, trying to find an array of gifts for Mabel. She's the only one I really have to buy presents for. Well, I don't have to, but it's something I enjoy doing. Charlie hasn't accepted a gift from me in years, so I just stopped with him all together. Right now, he's on the naughty list anyway. So, here I am, ready to waste the day away trying to find cute things for Mabel. Just Mabel.

But first, I need a cup of something hot. I decided hot chocolate was the best option right now, otherwise coffee would make me feel sick. It does that sometimes. I get too hyped up. As I was waiting in line, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

Harry: Why aren't you at home?

Harry: Fuck.

I couldn't help but grin to myself. As usual, we had been spending a lot of time outside of sessions and it's been amazing. We don't even do anything, but just sitting with him and watching cartoons is enough. He's warm and he makes me warm, so it's really a win-win.

Holly: I'm buying your Christmas present, sir.

I do, however, have to buy Harry something this year. Of course, I don't have to, again, but I'd really like to show him how much I appreciate him. I quickly ordered my hot chocolate and right as I took a sip, I got Harry's rather . . . surprising message back.

Harry: Buying? Last time I checked that pussy was free. For me at least.

I spit my hot chocolate everywhere, making several people glance at me in disgust. If only they could see what he said to me, they would react the same damn way.

Harry: Not FREE exactly, but you get me.

I'm in so much shock. I didn't start walking again until I caught my breath. He is so bad.

Harry: Now where the hell are you, baby?

I debated telling him where I was. If he's just starting this shit now, imagine what he has in store for me while in person.

Holly: I don't know . . .

Harry: Holland.

Holly: Harold.

Harry: That's not my fucking name.

Holly: I wish it was. It's cute as fuck😘

Harry: Fuck you. Come onnnnn

Holly: Call me, baby.

I did not mean that.

Holly: Isn't it crazy how bitch autocorrected to baby? Crazy.

Harry: You're so funny. Where are you.

Holly: The mall. Daddy chill.

Harry: Fuckkkkk. On my way now.

I rolled my eyes and went into a little ornament shop. I still have to decorate and shit. Maybe Harry will let me decorate his apartment too. He doesn't seem the type to do anything like that. This year is going to be different.