Rejected

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty Seven

Harry's POV

I had decided to postpone leaving for a couple more days, wanting to be absolutely sure that Zoey was okay. Not that I was eager to leave her anyways, in fact I was seriously dreading heading back to England without her accompanying me. But I didn't really have a choice, I had so much shit I had to do for work. Shit I couldn't exactly explain to Zoey, so I would have to lie and tell her that I had some serious editing I had to get done.

I cursed myself everyday for having to lie to her about this shit. I wish it was easy to back out of what I was involved in, but it was far too difficult to even explain. It was me, it was my life. It was my job. And I hated myself for it everyday, I hated myself for my part in my mum's passing. But I couldn't change it, and it was something I would have to learn to live and deal with.

I'm snapped out of my dreary thoughts when Zoey walks slowly into the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar beside me. The tall stool creaked beneath her as she sat down, resting her elbows on the granite and her chin in her hands. Her expression was neutral but I had a feeling that we were - well, safe.

"Did you get your monthly?" I smirk at her, her horrified expression only further adding to my amusement.

"Harry!" She squeaks, burying her face in her hands as her cheeks heat up. I chuckle, prying her shield away by taking her wrists down. She's still blushing as she gives me a hard glare, standing up from her seat and strutting over to the fridge.

I admire her hot ass body from my spot, really loving the way my clothes hung off of her frame. My sweatpants were far too long for her average length legs, the waistband rolled multiple times to hold them up. She was also wearing my navy blue jumper, a piece of my clothing that I had noticed she had taken an extreme liking to.

She loved wearing it to bed when we would just lay around all day and cuddle, talking about all sorts of different things. I never thought that two people could find so many things to talk about, but Zoey and I never seemed to run out of topics or our little debates we had over things we didn't quite agree on.

"Seriously Zo, did you get it?" I ask as she pulls a pitcher of orange juice out of the fridge, taking down two glasses afterwards.

She turns her back to me and mumbles a firm "Yes Harry." To which I let out a loud chuckle at her embarrassment. It didn't bother me talking about the subject of her period, I understood that every month girls had to deal with a certain situation and I was just glad that we finally had confirmation that she wasn't pregnant. I had a strong feeling she wasn't in the first place, but just my judgement didn't settle Zoey's nerves these passed few days.

My ass has been in the dog house anyways, having had to endure multiple long conversations with her over the fact that I've had to purchase the morning after pill previously for other women. Argument after argument was spewed between us until finally we reached an equilibrium and decided it was best to just drop the subject and move on.

Zoey spins back around and hands me a glass of juice, leaning against the counter directly across from me. We stay mostly silent, even when Shannon comes stomping obnoxiously into the kitchen. My gaze lands on her immediately, and I can't help but roll my eyes at not only her idiotic attitude but her ridiculous choice of clothing as well.

She flicks the coffee pot on, before spinning around and facing Zoey and I. Zoey had moved back around the counter, and was seated in her previous place next to me. I cringed when Shannon stepped closer, her mint green track suit not easy on the eyes. Her quite obviously fake breasts were straining against the zipper of her shirt, or whatever the fuck it was, and the zipper looked as if it was about to burst.