Chapter Fourteen

                                    

                                          
Elliot Horan
I'm lay across Harry's shoulder as he walks through the dark streets, the lights are bright but the road itself is dim. 
I didn't realise that I am actually highly uncomfortable until now. I hate physical touch and Harry has to let me down. 
"Harry, I can walk. Put me down." I speak to
him after a few moments of utter silence. 
"I can't trust you, Elliot." He speaks again. 
"I'm being serious. Put. Me. Down." I order this time, my voice sterner in hope that he'll listen. 
"Nope, you can wait until we get to the hotel." He huffs, probably bored of the conversation as per usual. 
I can still move my lower legs quite freely, so I use that to my advantage. I bring my foot up and down to land right on his crotch. 
I prepare myself for impact for falling onto the ground. 
As he hunches over, I land my feet on the ground and start running in the direction of the hotel. 
I don't think I've ran faster than this in my entire life. It's quite a shock to be honest. 
I see the hotel as my legs start to feel like they'll give out any second but I keep moving. I don't know why I'm running really, probably because I'm scared of Harry and I've just hurt him. 
Shit. 
The thoughts rushing through my mind just push me to go faster and as I make it into the hotel lobby, I slow down my movements to a brisk walk. 
I am walking rather fast in order to get to the elevator before Harry sees me in here. He knows I've come back here, I don't have anywhere else to go. 
I reach the elevators and push the button to call for one. As I step back from the buttons I am met with a hard chest and hot breath fanning against my ear. 
"I don't know why you just did what you did. But believe me Elliot, when we get into that room you're going to pay for it." His voice is raspy and sinister, I can hear in his voice there is a sadistic smirk tugging at his lips.
I want to say something back to him. I really do but I fail and can only open and close my mouth multiple times without the words forming. 
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He whispers again. I can tell he's finding this funny. 
"Look," I turn around to face him so he can see the sincerity in my eyes. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It just made me really uncomfortable." 
"I still can't trust you. But you should've told me you were uncomfortable." The elevator opens and he steps to the side of me to get in. 
I do the same. "Like you actually give a shit if someone is uncomfortable or not." I scoff at him. 
I find it highly unbelievable that making someone feel put of place plays on his guilty conscience. 
"Don't test me, Elliot." 
"You're one to talk." I say to him. Annoyance laced in my tone. 
"What's that supposed to mean?" He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw sharp. 
"It means, that you test everyone on the daily. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You hate everyone for no reason and it pisses everyone off. From the moment I met you, you've been a dick and got yourself involved with shit you didn't need to!" I yell at him. My voice getting louder with each word. 
"You have no right-" He starts but I cut him off. 
"Oh and there's another thing. There's something called freedom of speech Harry! Fucking use your brain and let people express their anger or upset instead of shutting them down!" 
"What makes you think your pathetic little words will change my mind Elliot?" 
"I'm not saying they can but I'm sick of putting up with it." 
"I don't care." 
"Well..." I don't really know what to say. I'm too stubborn just to back down. "I don't either." 
"Liar."