Somewhere, Someday

16

<A/N at end! Big announcement!!>

"You know I don't believe you, right?"

"I don't care what you believe."

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We start making our way outside to Harry's car. The tension was thick, and I couldn't help but wish that Liam took me home instead. I walk ahead of Harry and get into his car. I don't plan on talking to him at all, and I hope he doesn't start something.

"Someone's moody." It amazes me that Harry has the audacity to say this to me. How was I moody one? First he had invited me to the party, then he was angry when I showed up, and now he wanted to drive me back to the apartment. Granted it wasn't my apartment, and he needed to get home as well.

"Excuse me? You're the one messing with my head. Your mood is giving me whiplash." Harry looks over at me from the driver's seat, and I do not make eye contact. I can't give into him.

"I'm sorry about that. Okay? Don't be a baby about it." He wasn't making his situation any better. I stood my ground and stayed mad with Harry.

"You can't apologize, and insult me in the same sentence Harry." I know I'm pouting and acting like a child, but he deserves the silent treatment.

"I'm sorry. Okay?" Harry says without the extra insults. We had been driving straight for a while, and I couldn't tell how far we were from the apartment.

"I don't believe you." I can hear Harry let out a sign and I'm hoping he gave up trying. He should've given up awhile ago to be honest. I didn't really feel like listening to anymore of his rude remarks.

"I don't care what you believe." I just shake my head and go back to looking out the window. Harry didn't have one nice bone in his body. "Sarah what I mean is..."

"Save it." I cut Harry's sentence short and we drive the rest of the way in silence. I pay attention to the outdoor features and take my mind off of Harry. There were definitely enough trees outside and the highway was never ending. Harry keeps his eyes firmly on the road, and his hands gripped on the wheel.

I felt drained and just wanted to go to sleep. The day had started out better than it had finished. Harry always can make my day worse, I didn't even know how he did it. We pull into the parking lot of the apartment and I don't wait for Harry to get out of the car. I can hear the clicking of Harry's boots on the rain covered pavement. The rain was coming down heavily now, and I was soaked by the time I got in the lobby.

I get into the elevator and Harry walks in seconds after me. "Would you slow down." He presses the four button and the elevator heads up. My feet were getting soaked in my wet shoes and all I wanted to do right now was shower and dry off.

Harry walks out of the elevator and I follow after him. He unlocks the door and kicks his shoes off at the door. I make a straight line for the bathroom to grab a towel and dry off my hair. It was a mess now, and it had all gotten stuck to my face from the water. Faintly, I can hear the clanging of glasses in the kitchen and I walk in there to see what Harry is up too. Much to my surprise, Harry is in the kitchen getting a drink. "What are you doing?" I question Harry. He said he didn't drink, but now all of the sudden he was drinking again.

"Don't start, Goldie." So we were back to that again. Harry was in an attitude, and I probably couldn't get him out of it. I didn't want him to drink but Harry will never listen to me, he never has.

I walk over to Harry and grab the bottle out of his grip. His eyes instantly grow dark, but I'm not standing down. "This is mine now." I must've been out of my right mind to be doing this.