addicted [h.s]

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Connor licks his lips before finally breaking eye contact with me, looking at Jared before beginning to speak, "I met this girl, and her and I... you know. Anyway, after that she lost interest." He looks at Harry, "she found some other guy to f.uck around with, always trying to get with me when they weren't together."

Harry moves uncomfortably in his seat, his jaw clenched as he listens to Connor speak.

Connor smiles when he sees this, "and I just want to ask the group how I get over this girl, because honestly my heart is torn up over it."

I raise my hand and Jared calls on me, "I think you need to grow a pair, clearly she doesn't want you, or else she would've stuck around when you f.ucked."

"She means you should move on from this girl, and not focus all of your energy on her since she doesn't seem to want it." Jared translates my words into a more suitable statement, but I still prefer mine.

Some other patients share their thoughts before Jared finally moves on, and thankfully the group session eventually ends not too long after.

Harry leaves before I have a chance to say anything to him, and I quickly get out of my seat to catch up to him. Once I do I grab onto his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong." His tone has no life, no emotion in it. He's lying, and he's not doing a good job at it, or maybe he doesn't care if I know he is.

"I know something is wrong." I say.

He sighs before grabbing my hand and leading me to his room, locking the door behind us before letting me go, running his fingers through his hair before sitting on his bed.

I cross my arms over my chest, "so what's wrong?"

"It's just," he takes a breath. "I don't know, it's stupid. I feel like a jealous prick, but it keeps eating away at me."

I sit down next to him on the bed, "say it then."

"It's just the fact that you slept with him. Him. Of all the people you could've f.ucked you chose Connor, the most narcissistic douchebag here."

"What do you want me to do about it? It's not like I can take it back, and trust me I wish I could, but I can't." I look at him almost desperately, hoping he will understand.

"I know you wish you hadn't done it, it's just I wish I could forget that you did." He explains, and I can see where he is coming from.

I don't know what to say after that. After a few moments of silence I run my thumb over his cheek before turning his head and pressing my lips to his, tilting my head as I deepen the kiss, pulling away for a moment before reconnecting us, moving my hands under his shirt and up his abdomen.

Harry pulls away, "what are you doing?"

"Helping you forget." I say breathlessly before beginning to kiss him again, moving my hands to his belt as I undo it, beginning to unbutton his jeans before he pulls away yet again.

"Stop." He says, and I do so, his green eyes looking at me with some sort of sympathy I wish he didn't have. "I don't want it to be like this."

I move away from him, "so you don't want to do it with me?"

"Sex out of pity? No. Sex in a rehab facility? Hell no." He pauses before continuing, "I don't want it to be some quickie as we hope a doctor doesn't come in here and find us, I want it to be... I don't know. Romantic?"

"I'm sorry." Is all I can think to say, not used to anyone turning me down, and honestly feeling completely embarrassed.

Harry places his hand over mine, "there's no reason for you to apologize." I stay silent, and after a few moments he traces his thumb over the back of my hand, "your old boyfriend used to make you do that, didn't he?"

"Do what?" I ask, even though I already can assume what he means.

"Pleasure him after you pissed him off, force you into things you didn't want to do."

I look away, "I don't want to talk about him."

"I know you don't," his voice is understanding, but I know he wants to know more.

"Let's go find Niall, I'm sure he needs some friends to hang out with."

"Sounds good." Harry says half heartedly, clearly not done with this conversation.

-

We find Niall doing what he does best, sitting on the couch, watching derby.

"Watch this striker, he is an absolute beast I tell ya." He says right when we get there, sitting on either side of him as we watch the match playing on the screen.

They play highlights of a goal he made earlier in the game, "he's got a fantastic shot." Harry says, leaning forward as he intently watches on.

As for me I'm honestly very uninterested in football, the sport not having much appeal.

Instead I watch as Niall and Harry react to certain things, being entertained by their chatter and banter over the game being played.

When a goal is scored Niall jumps off the couch, pumping his fist in the air, "we are gonna be champs this year I can feel it." His tone is excited, words flowing from him quickly as they replay the goal and he narrates each second of it.

Harry laughs, "you sound like a proper narrator, I think you could make it big, Horan."

Niall looks at him with wide eyes, "oh no, I want to caddy for the world's greatest golf players."

"How in the hell do you go from football to golf, they are on opposite ends of the spectrum." Harry asks with a quizzical look.

"They're actually both quite boring." I chime in, and they both look at me with narrowed eyes. "And I think if Niall caddied he would fall because the bag weighs more than him, no offense"

"None taken." Niall says. "And actually both sports require precise play, any mistakes and you've already lost." He tells me.

Harry nods, "takes years to get good at either."

I smile slightly, amused by both of them. "Whatever you all say."

With that they go back to watching the match, and I go back to being what some may say the most bored human on this planet.

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