"Jealousy is the worst emotion.
The most bitter.
It eats you up, consumes you.

You over think, and over think, until you can't think any more.

So you just have to sit alone while your insides rip themselves apart.

All because you can't stand the thought of that person being with somebody else."

-Anonymous

Aliah's POV

I woke up at 6 am and did my wudhu (ritual ablution before praying). Even though I lived with Harris, I never missed a prayer.

I prayed Fajr and put some decent clothes on. I wrapped my scarf around my head and was about to head towards the kitchen to make some breakfast.

But as I left my room, Harris was already up making breakfast half naked. You know those pictures where a half naked muscular man is in the kitchen making food? Well, now you know what I was looking at.

Even though we're getting married, I still was uncomfortable seeing a man half naked. Well I hope he was halfnaked, because I wasn't able to see his lower bodyparts and if they were covered or not.

I've just prayed for God's sake and now I'm looking at a half naked dude.

As soon as Harris made eye contact I panicked and immediately turned around.

"Oh c'mon Aliah, you will see me half naked more regularly so maybe get used to it?" Harris said breaking the silence.

"Can you just please put a shirt on?" I asked.

He sighed and gave in "fine".

"You can look now, I'm covered" He said, so I turned around. Of course he wouldn't give in that easily.. he lied, surprise suprise.

"Harris?!" I said annoyed as I turned back facing the bedroom door again.

"What? I'm covered.. at least down there." he teased.

Astaghfirullah...

"Fine." he added after I gave him the silent treatment.

"Happy? I'm fully covered now, I promise."

I turned around and he was indeed covered.

"You're so annoying, you know that right?" said walking to the kitchen to grab a bowl and some cereal.

"And you're cute" Harris responded.

Cute? Me?

His 'compliment' made a smile appear on my face but I needed to seem mad so he wouldn't repeat this nonsense.

"Cute huh?" I said in a 'playing mad' kind of way.

"You know, annoyingly cute."

He was blushing.

I laughed at his attempt to save himself and sat down to eat.

When I first walked in on him half naked- I mean naked, I thought he was making breakfast for my birthday. He doesnt even know that it was my birthday today, so why the hell would he make breakfast.

"Is my food not good enough for you princess?" Harris asked after I sat down.

"Don't wanna die today, no offence." I smirked

He chuckled "None taken big foot."

"Big foot?" I asked looking immediately at my feet.

I mean, they were bigger than normal feet, but not that they were humongous.

"Yeah you have big feet, almost as big as mine." Harris said also looking directly at his feet.

"Well it's more a bad thing for you than for me." I responded.

Why the hell did I just say that?

"And why is that?" Harris asked taking a seat next to me.

He knew what I meant, he just wants to hear me say it.

"You know..." I said, now I was the one blushing.

"Yes, but I wanna hear you say it.. So?" He said with a mouth full of food.

Not gonna happen.

"Oh now you're quiet hu?", Harris kept teasing. "I can show you to prove that your theory isn't entirely correct". He said looking at me with a giant smirk on his ugly face.

"Euhm it's late, we should get going." I said when I broke eye contact. I stood up and almost tripped over the carpet.

"But I just sat down and it's only 6.30am?"

"Yeah but euhm.."

Great just great, what do I say now? "Oh my bag, forgot it in my room, be back in a minute".

"Riiiight big foot." Harris smirked.

"Funny ha-ha joke is over Harris." I shouted walking towards my room.

I closed the door behind me and sat down on my bed, I'll just wait for 10 minutes until he's done eating his crap.

"It's more a bad thing for you than for me? Really Aliah really?" I whispered to myself.

...

The day flew by and it was 8pm already. I was cleaning up my desk so I wouldn't come back to a pig barn tomorrow morning.

Before leaving I called an uber because Harris has a 'date' this evening so he wouldn't be able to take me home. And I still don't have my driving licence. I was learning tho..

I made sure I had all my stuff by checking my bag whilst walking towards the exit of the building.

As I looked up I saw Zain leaving his spot in the cornor of my eye. He wasn't avoiding me was he?

"Zain!" I shouted.

He stopped and looked back.

"Aliah!" He smiled.

His smile couldn't be more fake.

"Are you avoiding me?" I asked.

I'm not the kind of girl to beat around the bush. I'm straightforward.

"No no!" Zain responded raising his hands in a defensive way.

He walked towards me until there was an acceptable space between us.

"I-Harris-He-", he stuttered.

"The boss gave me a warning. Sorry Aliah." he smiled and was about to leave but I stopped him.

"No!", I said grabbing his hand.

Don't ask me why I grabbed his hand, it was a reflex I guess..

"We're not really getting married you know." I said.

"We're just pr-"

"Zain!" Harris shouted.

"Oh just great", I said whilst Zain released my hand.

"You're fired!" Harris added moving closer to him.

"NO!" I shouted back.

Harris looked at me with a confused expression.

"What?"

"He's not fired, go back to work Zain." I said looking at Zain.

He nodded and was about to walk away until Harris raised his voice.

"Aliah, MY OFFICE NOW!" Harris shouted.

"HEY, don't you dare raise your voice." Zain threatened.

"Or what?" Harris moved in closer and they both stared at eachother. I saw that Harris's hand had his fingers curled into the palm, displaying the knuckles so I needed to interupt their staring contest before anyone got hurt.

"Harris c'mon." I said in a calming way pulling him away from the situation by holding his hand.

My mother always told me "If a situation is getting heated, keep calm because then other people will take over your calmness"

"Don't forget who your boss is and who can make your life a living hell!" Harris threatened once again to Zain.

"Enough Harris! You're the devil, we all know it already." I responded.

"Don't freaking touch me!" Harris stormed off.

He walked with giant steps back to the elevator and didn't bother to keep it open for me.

Dick.

"What was that huh?" Harris asked when I arrived in his office 2 hours later (5 minutes lol).

He moved closer towards me and was waiting for a valued explanation.

Zain kept an acceptable distance between us, Harris on the other hand didn't care about my personal space.

"I don't even know if you play jealous or are just jealous. But I don't even care.. I'm going home"

As I wanted to turn around, Harris grabbed my arm so I wouldn't be able to leave.

It was at that moment I got a flashback of the other day in his office at home.

"Don't freaking touch me!" I shouted.

I was scared, scared that he was drunk again.

But he didn't have that awful smell on his breath this time.

"Why are looking at me like I would do something?" He said this time in a calm way.

My eyes were starting to fill with tears and I was trying my best to keep them inside. I don't wanna come over as a weak person.

"Aliah I would never hurt you or force you to do anything, you know that right?" He said looking directly into my eyes.

I released my arm from his grip and took a step back.

"I know."

I grabbed my bag and left his office. The tears then slipped out of my eyes.

And all of this was happening on my birthday.. happy 24th birthday Aliah.

Another year on this shitty earth.

...

It was 11 pm and he wasn't home yet. His date was going great appereantly.

I couldn't sleep so I was waiting for Harris so I could apologise for my behaviour.

I gave up 2 hours later and went to bed. At least I tried, I didn't sleep for the next hour.

Once I was finally feeling like I could fall sleep, I heard the front door open and people laughing.

I jumped out of bed and walked to the bedroom door so I could hear if it was Harris walking in or some people breaking into the flat.

I opened the door and popped my little head out until I could see who walked in.

Harris was indeed home, but he wasn't alone.

As I saw him kissing and unclothing some random girl, I closed the door and laid back on bed.

A few tears slipped out of my eyes again.

He's a free man, he can do whatever he wants.

But why does it hurt so much?

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~Edited by R3Hijabi ~