Holiday Hell

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry thought he hated hiself before today. hw was lamost certain of the fact that he was doomed of fialure for his entire life therefore found that self-hatred beat everybody else to the punch of dislking him intensely too. Harry didn't realise what self-hatred truly was until today. Today had truly hanged his perspective of himself for the rest of time. How could he do that? How was he so capable of doing something like that to Daisy? Especially when she had only come over to see how he was doing since his friend was in hospital. He cursed himself, over and over again. Life wasn't like it was in the mvoies. It wasn't just one big damn kiss and they lived happily ever ater. No. life was way more complicated than that. Of course the kiss hadn't mean the same to her as it did to him. She must have done things like that every single night, inviting guys out to tease them into having a smalll little fling only to be forgotten about the morning after. Of course her job was way more important than him. She barely knew him of course, even if it felt to him that he had known her for months on end. That wasn't the way life worked. She had to value her job and he had to get on with his life. That was the way that life had to be right now, no matter how awful it made him feel or anything.

All of his plans had now gone out the window. With Jenn away in hospital and him feeling way too guilty to go to visit her at the moment, he had no way to fill out the rest of his day. He would have to endure the rest of this holiday completely alone, as was his intentions originally. It left him feeling kind of empty. A sense that now he was truly lonely and he had no friends. It was kind of sad really, considering he thought he had made a ton of progress with his social anxiety. Of course, this was not the way his life was meant to be. He decided that he should made the most of his holiday and pulled out a brocuhure filled with a load of acitivties he could do. To his dismay, he found the majority of the activities were for couples of families which only rubbed salt in his pouring bloody wound. He felt a sense of dissatiscation and just before he was about to throw the brouchure to the floor and declare he was to spend the rest of his life in utter misery and begin packing for home, he came across and acitivty that required little physical activity and could be very well enjoyed alone. The sauna was open to all for a small free of five euros. This seemed satisfactory to him enough and he found himself collecting his stuff together and preparing for a little Harry time.

The sauna was not as one expected it to be. In most media depictions, it was a stuffy place full of old creepy men whose only intentions of entering their place was letting it all hang loose and to perv on any men or women who dared to invade their territory. In fact, the entire place was completely empty. This was to be expected of course due to the tragedy that had taken place earlier leaving people wanting to complain to hotel staff about the safety of their balconies due to the fact it put themselves and their children at risk. The hotel itself was likely at risk of losing its honourable three star rating. It was a huge health and safety issue they would not be able to wriggle themsleves out of. Otherwise, the people would be either entertaining their children with a game of volleyball on the beach or winding themselves down to a glass of white wine as they watched the romantic guitarist who was a balanced combination of attractive and creepy with his alluring eyes and thin wispy moustache. But, not Harry. Harry was content here, alone, practically naked in the adoring heat. Never before in his life had he ever felt so relaxed and he wondered if he would ever feel so relaxed ever again. It was amazing hoq he was having way more fun than those tiring couples pretending to be in love while they looked after their rascal children. it was a life he was thankful he had avoided.

He lay in the tranquil atmosphere for what had felt like a millennium. It was true bliss, he had achieved it. Misery was a distant memory. Nothing could beat the absolute peaceful state that he was in right now. After his experience of true peacefulness, he decided that he was feeling a little stuffy and would return to his hotel room. He fantasised about how he would enjoy himself tonight. He had realised that he had not sampled any of the room service yet. So, he decided that he would return to his room, get himself in his pyjamas, order as much food as he wanted from pizzas to burgers to chocolate brownies and put on some trashy reality TV show he could hate watch but also secretly enjoy. That was the perfect night he had laid out right in front of him and he practically wanted to run back to his room in his excitement. There was one glaring issue though. He had seemed to misplace his clothes. He distinctly remembered putting them in locker 31B but when he opened the locker they were nowhere to be seen. He hadn't even locked the thing as there seemed to be no key available. But now his stuff was gone. Anxiety made its way through his blood as he tried to search for some sort of logical explanation. Surely he had just placed them in a different locker. He opened locker after locker but didn't find them anywhere.

Then, seeping through the cracks of a door or some sort, he heard an indistinguishable noise. The undeniable resonating sound of a giggle. It was not of a child but it sounded as childish as they come. It was full of life, full of mischief with just a hint of evil. Fearing what he would see, his worst nightmares came true when he turned around. There she stood. The girl he prayed he would never had to see again. The one who he planned to avoid for the remainder of the holiday and planned to forget about and erase from his brain. Instead, there he was in the flesh. Holding his clothes in her hand.

"What are you playing at?" he said, trying his best to sound jokey but instead it came out breathy and shaky. He did not want to admit he was scared because fear in such a situation was pathetic and unneeded. No, she was playing him and that was what he feared the most. He was sick and tired of playing her wicked games. He desired to teleport back to his room and bolt the door closed so she could never bother him ever again.

Wordlessly, she gave him a solid wink and then dashed out the room. He stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. Then, it clicked. She wanted him to chase him. She wanted him to do this. As much as he didn't want to, he had no other choice, He had to get his stuff back. So, he followed her.

She didn't make it very far but he made it far enough. She stood between him and the door. A large grin like the Cheshire cat was fixated on her face, like it had been painted on. She was so damn proud of herself for doing such a babyish thing.

"I used to do this all the time. Do you remember? Back when you loved me." She said the last sentence with a pang of hurt but also great resentment. She wanted to hurt him like he had hurt her so long ago.

Harry didn't want to do this. He wanted to be back in his room far away from her. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to cope. He couldn't do this. "Abigail, please. Stop acting like you're five years old. Just give me my stuff back. Please. Just... please." There wasn't much more he could say.

She approached him sultry, a look of sincere seduction on her face. She wrapped his clothes around his neck and brushed them away, a quick motion so he couldn't grab them before she pulled them away. She pouted her lips. "Make. Me."

"I swear to god--"

"Shhhh..." she ushered him, slow and forced. She placed her finger on his lips. "Don't shout at me. You know I never liked that. You don't want to do that, do you? You still care about me. You still want to get between my--"

Her hand was on his crotch and something inside of him snapped. How dare she touch him like that without his consent? If a man ever dared to do that to another girl, there would be absolute hell to pay. He smacked her hand away with tremendous force. He felt humiliated, angry, wronged. The fact she could do that disgusted him entirely.

"Don't you dare do that to me."

She didn't see it as wrong. Instead, she saw it as a challenge. "Do what?" she teased him and her hand neared his crotch again. He pushed it away once more with even more force than the first. "Ow! That hurt, Harry. Is there any need for that?"

"You're not allowed to that. We're not a thing anymore. You don't get to touch me like that anymore. I don't want it."

A sick smile grew on her face and she drew herself closer to him. In one swift motion, she grabbed his face and pulled it towards his. He was trapped between her hands and the kiss was nothing to him. He pulled away as soon as he possible could and spat at her in disgust. "You're absolute vile. You don't get to do that to me. How dare you? Who the Hell do you think you are? You're sick, Abigail. You're mentally ill. You need to get your head checked because Jesus Christ you can't use people like that. I'm not your play thing, alright? Not anymore." With that, he snatched the clothes out of her hands and walked out.

And as he walked out, he should have expected what she was going to do. But he didn't. Her hand curved its way around his arse and gave it a subtle pinch. It wasn't much but it meant so much more to him. It was assault, it was betrayal, it showed she didn’t care what she was doing to him. With that, he spun around instantly and his hand locked around her wrist, the same hand that had grabbed him without his consent. Her mischievous eyes evolved into something more. At first he detected fear but this developed into something else. She seemed to be aroused by what he was doing somehow.

"Listen to me!" he barked at her, trying to get through to her alien mind somehow. "You don't get to do this to me. This is not fair. You're absolutely wrong if you think you can get away with this. I want you to stay away from me. Do you hear me? Stay the f**k away. I don't want you in my life anymore! I don't want you anywhere near me. Stay the f**k away!"

Moments went by and once again he should have predicted her next move. With a final wink of mischief, she screamed at the top of my lungs. "HELP! GET THIS CRAZY GUY OFF OF ME! HE'S HURTING ME!"

He released her the second the words escaped her lips. He gave her one last scowl before racing out of the room as the confused people began piling in.