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All Again

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE
BECCA
Now.
I slam the bathroom door loudly.
“I hate him!” I yell.
“I’ve got that.” I hear Chase call out.
It has been a half hour since they have left and I am still fuming.
I snatch my blouse off quickly and start the shower.
“I don’t want him ever coming back here!” I continue.
“What happened?” he calls out; though he is barely listening to me. By now, he has settled on the bed and is watching sport highlights. Chase Collins doesn’t let little things like this bother him.
“He’s a dick. That’s what happened.” I mumble. I quickly unbutton my pants and open the bathroom door again.
“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me!” I accuse.
Chase glances at me slowly from the bed. “Huh?”
“Yeah.” I scold, shimming out of my pants. “If you would have never talked to him, I would have never seen him again.”
He chuckles. His laugh boyish and all American. “No, no, no. Don’t blame this on me.”
I look at him in disbelief.
“Chase! You were the one who stopped him!” I mimick his stupid voice. “’Hey I’m Chase, I’m dating your ex-girlfriend and she’s doing well. You should see her.’”
“That is not how it went trust me. Besides, you seemed okay with the idea. You claimed you and him were over each other.”
“We ARE over each other.” I say quickly.
“Then what’s the problem?” Chase asks looking at me.
“He just irritates me! He never takes responsibility for anything ya know? And then, he brings Malibu Barbie in here and she’s freaking wearing my ex- wedding ring. That he gave me. I mean, how disrespectful is that? Would you ever do some shit like that to your ex?”
“Woah. Hold on. Back up. You never said you were engaged Becca.” His tone has grown serious and the all American laugh is gone.
“That’s because I turned him down, but it’s not the point-“ I say waving his concerns away. I throw my pants on the bed.
“And what is the point?” he asks cutting in.
“The point is. I just want to forget this night.” I say finally. “I don’t want to see him again.”
Chase smiles. “Deal.”
He climbs off the bed and comes over to me.
“Now go take a shower, your water is probably hot now.”
I sigh, tense. My eyes trail Chase’s body. Hard and Muscular. He was the guy books were wrote about and he was all mine.
“Why don’t you join me?” I ask. I can use the release, and Chase with his big hands and skilled tongue do it for me most of the time.
“You mean you don’t want me to go downstairs and clean up the kitchen first?” he teases my OCD, taking me in his arms.
“No. I want you to clean me up.” I say with a smile. “Then we can clean the kitchen.”
He chuckles and removed his shirt.
“You don’t have to tell me twice!”
He smacks my butt and I run for the shower, giggling as he chases me.
The distraction is temporary but nice.
After the shower, Chase settles into the bed, and I head back downstairs to clean up the mess from earlier.
It sounds strange but it is slightly relaxing for me to clean. I currently write for a California based column and do most of my work from home. I have found a peace in doing domestic things and a comfort in being at home.
So after I put everything away, I head to my home office to write for a bit.
I’m looking for more distractions and don’t want to think about my night.
Unfortunately, I still have the reminders.
Glancing at my phone, I can see that my best friend Kelsey has texted me.
*How did it go?*
I groan. Since she had been there from the beginning, I knew she would want every detail. I just didn’t have it in me to talk about it at that moment.
*We’ll just say some things are best left in the past*
*Why, what happened?*
*Call you tomorrow.* I say shortly to end the conversation.
I place my phone on the desk and check world news. It is always the same mundane, depressing stuff.
My phone buzzes beside me.
“What is it Kelsey?” I mumble, picking up the phone. I scan my eyes over the screen and realize it isn’t her.
It’s a number I don’t recognize. I open the message.
*Becca, I hope this is still your number. We need to talk*.
Even though there isn’t a name, I know who it is from. I quickly text back.
*Leave me alone*
*I can’t.* comes the buzz seconds later.
*We need to talk* He repeats.
*I don’t want to talk to you Harry. There’s nothing left to say. All we do is fight*
*That’s exactly why we need to talk. I don’t want us on bad terms*
*Fine. You’re forgiven. Now stop texting me* I say and place my phone back on the desk.
I don’t hear a buzz so I figure he is done, but a couple minutes later, my phone begins to ring.
He is calling me.
“What is it?” I hiss as I answer.
“I need to talk to you.” He says. “Alone.”
That word and his accent sends a shiver through me. The shiver moves down…
Down…
I shift in my seat and ignore the stirring.
I try to focus on what else he said, but now, I can hear the wind whipping into the phone.
“Where are you?” I ask curiously.
“I’m outside my house.”
“Hiding from your girlfriend?”
I can’t lie, the thought amuses me.
He sighs, ignoring me. “Can we meet?”
“We just did.”
“Damn it Becca. Can you just stop? Please.” He pleads and I grow quiet. “I’m trying to have a real conversation.”
I don’t exactly want to fight either and I guess we have already had our fill for the day.
“Well say what you want to say then.” I say suddenly.
“I will, when I see you. When can we meet?”
I sigh again, thinking. I don’t want to. It seems like we are asking for trouble.
“Give me a couple days.”
“Why?” he asks curiously.
“Because I don’t have time Harry. I’ve been very busy.”
He chuckles and I know why. It does seem silly coming out of my mouth- our jobs weren’t even close to comparing. He was lucky if he got a day off.
I soften as I realize this. “No um…Maybe…tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” he questions.
“Yeah. Chase goes to work at 10am, we could maybe meet then.”
“Okay, where?”
“Come by the house again.”
“Where there’s knives for you to stab me...I don’t think so.” He says.
“No, where there is not a hundred people snapping our photo. We haven’t exactly been seen recently Harry. That would be all I need.” I say with a sigh. “People are just starting to forget about me.” I mumble thankfully.
“Fine. Your house then. Like 11?”
“Deal.”
“Alright. Well I’ll see you then.”
I don’t respond and just hang up.
I already know I am going to regret this.

Notes

Comments

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BECCA?! Poor Harry :'(

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/9/19

Becca what are you doing! Harry loves you.

En_1960 En_1960
6/9/19

Nooo, Becca, what are you doing?! What's Harry going to think now when he wakes up and she has left... Amazing update as always!!

Harry02 Harry02
6/8/19

Ohhhhh.....Becca. Knee jerk reaction. Thank you for updating

En_1960 En_1960
6/1/19

YES, you're back, I had nearly given up on this story. This is still my favourite story on here so I'm super happy you're continuing it. I loooove the new chapters, so many feels!!!

Harry02 Harry02
5/31/19