Temptation

Chapter 63

( sorry for the wait! Xx)

Beth's POV

His smirk is usually contagious to me. The way only his left dimple caves in when he's trying not smile but can't hold it back. But for right now, it's not contagious. I can't force myself to even smile in embarrassment.

"I never thought id see you wear these." He examines the underwear again and I snatch the hangers from his hands. I'm surprised he didn't attempt to raise the clothing higher so I wouldn't be able to reach. Instead, he lets me grab them and just looks at me.

"It was a gift." I tell him and make my way over the the closet in my bedroom.

I hang the hangers on the white rods on the right side of the closet.

Something doesn't seem the same in here. There looks like there is more clothes than I already had and definitely more heels and flats as well. My mother probably decided to go shopping for me again and just like always, picking things that aren't even my taste. The clothes are pastel colors; just the simple light pinks, black and whites elegant styles.

When I leave the closet I walk back over towards my bed and sit down. Harry is still standing where he was and he's still looking at me as he was moments ago.

"What?" I ask and he still just looks.

"What's wrong?" He says.

I stifle a laugh. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're looking at me all weird."

"No, I mean what is wrong with you? Have you been crying?" He walks closer and I turn my head quickly and rub my eyes.

"Huh? Oh no. I was just trying to put on some makeup." I lie. "Sort of failed and stabbed myself in the eyes a couple times."

I hate lying. Especially since this would be the first time I have lied to him. I'm only doing it because he doesn't need to have his mind on all of the difficult things in my life.

"You don't need makeup." He sits down next to me and touches my cheek. "You're too beautiful for it."

I'm now smiling. Only he could have this affect on me, even the littlest things he says can make me smile.

"I am?"

"You are." He confirms.

I make a disgusted look in disapproval. "You're more beautiful." I tell him.

"Stop." He laughs and lays back onto the bed. His head fa ring the ceiling and I lean down next to him.

"Are you gunna try those on?" He asks.

"Huh?"

"The underwear. Try them on."

"They're my size, they'll fit."

He doesn't answer after that. We stare at the ceiling in silence. None of us talk, we stare at the moving fan above us and we don't speak a word.

For a moment, I almost forgot what happened. I was just about to seem happy again until the memory flashed across my mind yet again.

I was thinking of returning back to school but now I'm not even sure if I'd be brave enough to do it. I'm not a strong enough person to deal with something like this. I never had to be faced with something do horrifying in my entire life. I was hoping that when I moved here I would get a fresh start, to get away from Amanda and her new possy of friends. To be a brand knew person.

I just wanted to be the real me.

But I can't now. Society in this town has create a whole new character of me for their entertainment. While there at home laughing, I'm sitting home crying. While they are out having fun, I'm hiding from shame.