Temptation

Chapter 88

In this chapter the POV will keep changing so you know what they're both doing and thinking! I felt like this would keep the chapter a little but more interesting rather than having half Beth and half Harry. If you guys don't like it this way you can just let me know and I'll keep it like I always do :)

Harry's POV

I watch as she sleeps as a creepy as that fucking sounds. She lays on her back and head faced away from me. It's nearly Nine thirty in the morning and I'm actually surprised that she hasn't awoken yet. I can't believe that whoever that fucking guy was let her try pot and whatever the fuck else. He without a doubt gave it to her hoping she'd get shit faced so he could have his time with her. I would've went after him if she hadn't fallen asleep. The party is practically empt now, cups and chairs lay across the entire lawn as some people lay in the grass. They finally turned the music off at about four and after that it was almost complete silence. I've been awake the entire time, thinking of what I'm going to even say to her when she wakes up. What can I say? That I am sorry? I've said that plenty of times and she doesn't believe me. Even if she doesn't want to be with me anymore I at least want her to forgive me just a little bit, even if we just become friends until she realizes how much I really love her.

She's always been so forgiving for me, she would get mad for about ten minutes but then later come back to me telling me how stupid she was for getting mad in the first place and then she'd forgive me. This time it's different, so different. For months She believes I have lied to her about everything. She doesn't think that I am truly in love with her, she doesn't believe anything that I've said months ago. I don't blame her, not even one bit but I want her to.

I look across at her again, I watch as her chest moves up and down at a slow pace. It hurts to know that this is probably the best sleep she's gotten since this all started and she has the drugs she took to thank for that. she is never one to drink, she got drunk once but I never thought she'd do it again after that. She's drinking away the pain and memories like I used to do.

Her fingers move and I hear a deep breath come from her. She's waking up.

I'm nervous, scared actually. I know that when she turns her head she will be shocked, probably not even remember that I came Last night. I sit up straight and I can see her eyes blink a couple times before she sits up. Her hair is so different, much darker than before but never changing how beautiful she is. She puts the hair that has fallen in front of her face behind her ear and I watch her as she picks the grass off of her legs clearly not acknowledging my existence.

"Stiff?" she sniffles and turns her head to the side. Her eyebrows pull together as she notices me.

What the fuck is a stiff?

I hear her gasp a little and she pulls herself up off of the ground.

"Wait," I stand to my feet and chase after her to stop her from walking away from me. "Please" I beg her.

Her back is faced to me and when the wind blows her sent fills my nostrils. She turns around slowly and looks around me avoiding eye contact.

"Where is he? What did you do to him?" She asks quietly. I look at her confused as she huffs past me, nudging my shoulder hard wishing she'd hurt me.

"He's not here." I call out To her and she stops walking. She stands there with her back faced to me again and I know she is picking at the nail polish painted on her nails. She always does that when she is nervous

"what did you do to him?!" she asks again this time louder and I hear a person groan in annoyance behind a bush.

"nothing! he fucking left when he saw how shit faced you were." i tell her and she pamls her forhead with her small hand. "Why do you even care where he is?" Jealousy washes over me.