Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 46

I took a cab home and couldn't help but notice how empty it felt to be in this house. After yesterday I just don't feel the same about this house. But then again, if I can't trust Harry the one time I'm gone, how can I move to England with him? There's always Phillip's offer but after all, I've only known him a week. There's something comfortable about him though. He just makes you feel okay to be around him. 

I lay down on the couch and cover my face. What the heck am I supposed to do? Harry's words left chills still. How clear they came out almost as if he read them from a book. You taught the unteachable how to love for the first time...

I groaned and walked to the kitchen in search of dinner. All I could settle on was a grilled cheese cause I was too stressed to focus enough to attempt cooking something without burning it. My phone buzzed for the second time. It buzzed once in the taxi but I didn't bother to look. I know it's him. For shits and giggles I pulled out my phone to look at the messages.... both from Harry. 

You know if you left I'd search the end of the world for you. 

Please don't go to bed tonight mad at me, I love you.

I lean my forehead against the counter and pound it three times before letting out a groan. 

I ignored it until I got a third message twenty minutes later. Please dont ignore me.

I set my phone on the counter and went upstairs to the room, curling up under the covers and trying to sleep but sleep didn't come. I was too awake, too deep in thought.

I went to my room that I never sleep in but seem to keep my stuff in and continue packing. It was something to do. I stumbled on a pair of white lingerie and seemed to stare at it for a long moment, getting a thought. A crazy one, but I was on the verge of loosing the last bit of sanity I carried. 

(Harry POV)

As soon as I got the paperwork from Rick for the contract transfer, I went straight home. Rebecca got taken to the hospital. I would've never thought Caroline could be that irate to do that kind of damage. That was not the fragile, depressed Caroline I know.  I opened the door and didn't see her in the kitchen or livingroom. Her phone was on the counter though. "Caroline?" I call to only hear my echo. No response. I skipped up the stairs and searched the hallways, she wasn't in my room, or so I thought until I heard the balcony door open. My eyes shot wide at the sight of her. She had her hair in curls and makeup around her eyes, even red on her lips. The bottle in her hand told me she was drunk, but she didn't look that drunk. She wore one of my white shirts unbuttoned. It came halfway down her thigh but I could still see the lace that shown through. 

She pulled the bottle to her lips and took a swig of the liquor. "Welcome home, Harry." she says with a fake smile. I had no idea what she was up to. She walks up to me and sets the bottle down on the dresser. "Why are you dressed like this?" I ask her and she leans on one hip, sticking her chest out to me. 

"Isn't this what you like, Harry?" she asks and touches my arm. I wasn't grasping how she was approaching this, whatever she was trying to approach. She went from belligerent mad to seductive. "You like them easy and all the same." she says and her hand finds underneath my shirt and moves up. I then realized why she was doing this and stopped her arm. "Caroline, no." I tell her and it seemed to only piss her off. 

"What, am I not whore enough for you?" she asks almost laughing and I shake my head. "Caroline. Tell me what I can do. You can't do this to yourself. I promise you, it was nothing." I tell her and she frowns. "I don't want you to do anything." she says and walks away to the hall door, grabbing the beer bottle, taking a big gulp and throwing it at the wall. It shattered and I flinched. I was at a loss.