Enticing (18) (Patreon)

Author's note: this chapter is a bit crazy, but I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know what you think in the comments! I can't wait to hear your thoughts about it. 

trigger warning: fighting, lots of cursing, and mentions of abuse. 

    It was quiet, very serene. The excitement that once engulfed all five of them had dissipated into thin air. She left the table, proud of herself for what she had done especially after seeing their faces in the distance.

Harry was dumbfounded. He had never expected her to show up. Let alone out him as she had. He knew that he was in trouble with Y/N. She had let go of his hand and her behavior had changed.

They had dinner in almost complete silence. Aside from the brief conversations that Alessandro and Michael had, trying to lighten the mood. Harry barely ate. His appetite had been ruined. On the other hand, Y/N not only had eaten her pasta, but she finished two glasses of red wine before the plates arrived at the table.

Y/N was drowning her pity with expensive wine. Once again, she felt like a fool. She felt like everyone in the restaurant was staring at her and laughing at her ignorance. Everything now made perfect sense. The late meetings and evenings at the office and how he had stood her up that night. He was seeing her, and God knows what they were doing. She wondered — and if they were doing nothing wrong, why hide it?

No one ordered dessert or coffee not even Alessandro. It was too tense, and they all wanted to run out of there. Y/N stood up first and was the first out of the door.

“Are we still going to the Opera?” William asked as he hung back, wanting to have a chance to talk to Harry. There was one thing that William was clear about, he would never try to justify Harry. He had fucked up and William had always been just. This could have all been easily avoided if he had been transparent with her.

“I think so. She would never forgive me if I canceled the plans” He was embarrassed by his own actions. He looked like a liar. He just didn’t know how he was going to fix it. Things had been going so well, she was elated. Now, everything that taken a turn, and he had to figure out what he was going to say to her.

They all got into the car and didn’t share a word. That was until they entered the opera house and Y/N gasped at the beauty of the building. Alessandro hooked his arm with hers and smiled.

“It’s beautiful” she smiled, amazed at the grandness and the splendor of it all.

“The first time is always special” He smiled, “My father would always play opera at home. This is where I always feel the closest to him”. He gulped down the sudden sorrow that grew within him. Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek and gave him a reassuring smile.  “Let’s go then!”.

“I need a few minutes. Where is the bathroom?” Alessandro gave her quick directions and she disappeared in the multitude. It was a packed house, but they were all grateful that they had reserved a balcony for them only.

“You know you are a real stronzo” Alessandro pointed out and not without gesticulating in true Italian matter.

“I know” Harry rolled his eyes. He was a grown man, and he could admit to his mistakes.

“You fucked up” Michael added

“I know!” He exclaimed, getting the attention of some of the attendees that stood around them, conversing just like them.

“Instead of agreeing here with us and being a little shit. Go and apologized for heaven's sake! And maybe, we can have a decent rest of the night” William ordered him. Harry shifted his attention to him. Harry hated being bossed around, and his stance was tense. William didn’t back down. He stared back at him with the same dominance.

“Fine” he exhaled and went in search of her.

Harry entered the lady's room and found her wiping her tears. She looked up and stared at him with teary eyes through the mirror. There were two other women beside her. They turned and looked at him. Astound not only that a man had dared to enter the lady's room, but a man of his caliber and natural beauty was in their presence.

“Get out” he demanded as his gaze turned towards the other women, but they didn’t budge. “Are yeh deaf? I said get the fuck out!” Both women jumped at his tone, picked their pursers off the vanity, and hurried out the door.

Harry closed and locked the door after them.

“Pup” he painfully said as he reached out to grab her by her arm and pull her into his chest for comfort. He knew why she was crying, and it had nothing to do with him. “Your father—”

Alessandro’s comment about the absence of his father had reminded her of her own father. She felt guilty for not remembering him. It had been his dream to take her to Italy. Y/N’s father would read her about ancient Rome when she was little. Now, she was in their dream city, and she had not once thought about him.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me!” She yelled, yanking her arm away from him. Harry was surprised at her reaction. It was the first time that she had ever cursed at him. She was truly pissed at him, and he could only blame himself.  “You don’t get to talk about my father after tonight”.

“Calm down” he pleaded. Tears streamed down her face, her makeup was smudged, and she was exasperated. “Don’t yell. Talk to me”.

“No” she shook her head, “All I’ve done is have patience with you” sniffing, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I’ve tried to speak to you, but nothing I tell you seems to go through your fucking’ head! Once again, you’ve managed to embarrass me. I looked like a moron in front of your friends and your ex. Why do you keep lying to me?” she cried, “What do you get out of it, huh?”

“I didn’t lie”

“You did!” she yelled, “You never told me that you had met with her. You hide it from me! Is that why you stood me up last time?!”

“You think I cheated on you?” He slightly chuckled and shook his head at her. “That’s what you are worried about?”

“Fuck you, Harry!”  She was offended by his cruel laugh. Nothing about the situation was funny, and it made her think that he wasn’t taking her seriously which only made the burning feeling in her chest grow.

“If I had wanted to cheat on you then I would have already dumped you!” He was now angry. Many things could be said about him, but a cheater never. “This is ridiculous! Have I not proved to you that you are all I see?” he yelled. “You are acting fuckin’ crazy, and I suggest you calm down before this turns ugly!” Harry warned her.

“You keep lying to me and hiding things. How the fuck am I supposed to trust you when you are a lying fuck!” Harry clenched his jaw and took one single stride to have her face to face. “What? You are going to fuckin’ hit me?” Y/N stood tall; she wasn’t going to allow him to intimidate her. She glared at him back. “Hit me then” she whispered, daring him.