Chapter 32

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~Amara's P.O.V~

I wake up next morning with the worst headache of my entire existence. I don't know where I am exactly until I remember the club. I remember us going, Harry making out with that slut Sophia, although I don't know why i'm calling her a slut she did nothing to me. well the last this I remember is Logan coming and Harry taking me back home, I don't remember the details. Wait where am I?

I heard someone groans I turn my head to the left and see Harry sleeping next to me. His arm is resting on my hips and I am laying so close to him that we're touching a bit. My clothes are on, so that must be a good sign. Harry is in his boxers, which I don't blame him. Those tight black jeans don't look comfortable.

He really is beautiful. He looks so young when he is asleep. I can't help but move a piece of hair out of his face and he pulled me closer that I am totally touching his body and I can feel him against me. I stay really still so he wont wake up.

After few minutes, I try to take his hands away from my hips but failed as he grabbed me tighter. I tried again moving my hips so I can loosen his grip.

"If you keep doing that I'll get a boner" he groaned. His sleepy voice is just so sexy. Even sexier than Lo-. Fuck focus.

"Hey" I said sitting up

"Ugggg I was enjoying that"

"Look I don't know what's going on here or what happened yesterday but we-"

"You mean when you told me you have feelings for me?" he smirked

"What no I do, I meant didn't, I mean don't. Fuck"

"Amara swears I guess I have to get used to it." He came closer to me "Tell me girl if every time we touch" he ran his hand on my arm "you get this rush" he rapped his arms around me "Move a little closer now, ain't no way you're walking out"

"No I need to go" I stood up, wait what am I wearing. I had a big black t-shirt

"My clothes"

"Ill gives it back"

"You can have it"

"What time is it anyway?"

He looked at his phone "9:30"

"Fuck I have an interview after an hour"

"Where?"

"I don't know this company has an art gallery"

"Okay" he smirked

"Can you stop smirking its distracting" he kept smirking "Uggg you're unbelievable"

"Unbelievably hot" he winked

"I'm going"

"No wait"

I looked at him "What now!"

He took a pill from his desk and water from his small fridge. "For the headache"

"Thanks" I smiled

"I will take you downstairs"

"Did it hurt?"

"What?"

"Your tattoos"

"Oh, no it didn't. It stings at first yeah but I got used to it. Do you want one?"

"I do but never got the courage to do it"

"Then I'll take you someday" we stopped at his door

"That's a date. I mean that's cool, well? Great? Just tell me when" I rushed out of his house looked at him "I'm with Logan bye" I heard him laughing. That makes me happy; hearing him laugh.


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