The Only Exception | W2S

FORTY THREE.

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"No," I say firmly, standing up and putting my jumper back on. "Don't look at me like that. You don't get to look at me like that."

"Like what?" Harry asked, looking way too amused from his position.

"Like you're enjoying this," I reply, averting my gaze so I was looking anywhere but at him.

"I did enjoy that. Are you trying to tell me you didn't?" He asks smugly.

"I — fuck off," I tell him warningly. Of course I enjoyed it. That was what was so frustrating.

"Earlier it was fuck you," he repeated, smiling. "And so I did," he continues.

"I hate you. I'm leaving now, and I won't be coming back," I tell him, hovering next to his front door.

"So I'll see you...same time tomorrow?" He asks, and I stick my middle finger up at him before exiting his apartment, making an effort to smooth my hair down before moving any further.

Now that the adrenaline was over, reality crashed into me like a brick wall.

My legs felt unsteady, my breathing uneven, and my mind was racing in a way that made me feel dizzy.

Fucking prick.

I hated him.

No I didn't.

I just needed to get home.

I made it to the lift, stabbing at the button, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I waited for the doors to open.

I could still feel him.

His hands on my skin. His mouth on mine. The way he laughed in my ear, teasing, taunting, pushing every single one of my buttons just because he could.

The lift doors slid open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. As the doors closed, I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls.

I looked wrecked.

My lips were swollen. My jumper was wrinkled. My hair was a mess.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I ran a hand through it quickly, smoothing down the strands, trying to erase the evidence of what I'd just done.

What we had just done.

What I knew we were going to do again.

Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it, no matter how much I wanted to storm out of his life for good, I couldn't.

Not really.

Because despite everything, despite the anger and the hurt and the absolute mess we had made of each other—

I still loved him.

It wasn't something that was just going to disappear overnight. I wasn't sure I wanted it to — regardless of how much he'd betrayed my trust.

He'd worked his way into my heart, and he was refusing to budge.

The doors opened, and I stepped outside into the cold, the wind biting against my flushed skin. My car was parked right next to his, and I hesitated for a split second before climbing in, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.

I could still hear his voice in my head.

"So I'll see you... same time tomorrow?"

Smug prick.