Harry's POV
I miss Vanessa terribly.
I want her all to myself.
I don't care if I sound selfish.
I know she hasn't seen her sister in a while, but we've fought quite a lot and haven't gotten to hangout as much as we used to.
I'm just really hoping she doesn't start missing Georgia and end up wanting to move back.
I sighed before walking into the room she used and laying on the now plain bed.
Well, the bed wasn't the only plain thing.
Her whole room was empty.
It felt really lonely and cold.
I looked around the room when my eye caught something.
I sat up, confusion taking over my face.
I got up to see what it was.
I knew she would leave something.
I picked it up from the ground.
It was a black t-shirt.
I unfolded it to reveal my Rolling Stones t-shirt.
I smirked remembering the first day we were here and she had stolen it.
I think it's cute when she wears my clothes.
My smirk disappeared when I realized she didn't have any clothes of mine to wear while in Georgia.
I folded it again, failing miserably due to my awful folding skills.
I walked back to my room and placed it in one of my suitcases.
I turned around to see Audrey sitting on the bed only wearing one of my shirts.
Anger washed through my body at the sight.
Vanessa is the only one with the right to wear my shirts.
"What are you doing with my shirt?" I tried to control my voice.
"I'm wearing it." I mentally rolled my eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I'm your girlfriend. Aren't I?" She smirked walking over to me.
"No. Vanessa is my girlfriend."
"That's not what the contract says." Her smirk stayed on her face.
When she was an inch away from me, she ran her hands down on my body.
She looked up at me and bit her lip when she reached just above my jeans.
I grabbed her hands, pulling them away and taking a few steps away from her.
She took a step towards me, so I took a step back."
"Oh, come on, Harry. I know you want to." She whispered, biting her lip trying to be seductive, which clearly wasn't working.
"Will you please stop?" I asked beginning to get frustrated.
She stepped closer and slipped her hands under my shirt.
"Stop!" I yelled at her.
This is too much.
"You can't just expect me to have sex with you because of a damn contract!" I whisper-yelled so no one would hear.
Her playful smirk was replaced by a deadly stare.
"I don't think you want me to tell Mr. Davidson that you aren't following the contract."
"I didn't sign the fucking contract. You did. I haven't done anything wrong and having sex was not part of the contract. You can't just-" She cut me off by placing her lips on mine forcefully.
