Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

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"Harry, I need to tell you-"

"Shįt, my mum's ringing me. Mary, can you hold on for one second I need to answer this."

"Yeah, of course." And with that the line goes silent as I'm placed on hold.

A breath of air that I didn't realize I was holding is released from my mouth as I sit there in silence, cursing to myself quickly. I can't believe I almost told him the truth, over the phone and on a whim. I think all the emotions of the day are making my head spin and my thoughts to get jumbled.

You can't just spring news like that on him, especially not over the phone you idiot. My brain and my rational side is right, I can't do that. It's disrespectful towards him; it's like breaking up with someone over the phone, you can not ever do that. In a way me telling Harry the truth is basically a one way ticket to breaking off whatever it is we've got going on.

Not once have we really discussed what we're doing, whether we're casually seeing each other, dating, we're boyfriend/girlfriend, or we're exclusive; I don't know. I like to hope that we're exclusive, because I'm surely not seeing anyone and I think it would break my heart if he were. And I like to think Harry thinks there's something serious going on between us, unless he enjoys charming girls and them fooling around with them, but I don't get that impression from him, not even from minute one.

"Sorry about that." His voice startles me, causing me to feel a bit jittery all of a sudden. "She never calls me on a weekday, so I had to make sure everything was okay." Harry rambles, releasing a sigh.

"Was everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, she just wanted to catch up, but I told her I was on the phone with you so I couldn't talk." My curiosity peaks at this newfound information from him. Does his mother know who I am?

"You talk about me to your mother?" There's silence on the other line and for a moment I think we've been disconnected. I even go as far as to pull the phone from my ear to make sure the call's still running. When I find that it is, I bring the phone back to my ear and call his name once, which appears to shake him out of it.

"Um, yes, occasionally. She knows of you and I guess how we met and about how we're hanging out and seeing each other." He seems nervous all of a sudden and for some reason it brings a smile to my lips.

"You're really cute, you know that."

"I do."

"Oh shush." I laugh at him and relish at the sound of his own laughter on the other line. It's a sound that could make angels sing.

"Speaking of us, I really didn't want to do this over the phone, but since I still don't know when we'll see each other next and I kind of can't wait, I'd like to ask you something." I already know what he's going to ask me, or at least I hope I do. Whilst I should feel regretful and nervous, I'm actually quite happy and exhilarated. "I'd like to be able to refer to you as something other than my friend, or the girl I'm seeing casually, so..."

"Yes." I interrupt, my own giddy school girl coming to life. I've only ever had one boyfriend before and we all know how well that panned out... it didn't. I've been hopeful for this moment for years and now that it's finally arrived I'm on cloud nine.

"You didn't even let me finish."

"You didn't have to." I practically interrupt him again.

"God, I wish I could kiss you." He breathes out, chuckling lightly at the end.

"Ditto." I admit, a thought popping into my head in an instant. "I have an idea." I push myself off my bed and wander over to the door, making sure that the lock is fastened shut tight. I wouldn't want anyone to enter unexpectedly whilst I'm about to do what I'm about to do, especially a nosy twelve year old. "Where are you?"

"I'm in my flat."

"In bed or on the couch?" I wonder, sauntering over to the speaker in the corner of my room. It takes me little time to find my sexy playlist, that I listen to whenever I'm feeling even the slightest bit naughty, and click play.

"In bed, why?" The tone of his voice let's me know that he already has a gut-feeling as to where this conversation is going to go. Just hearing his tone makes me all hot and bothered and in no time my leggings are kicked off into a pile on the floor with my tee. "Where are you?"

"In bed," I purr, "wearing nothing but my bra and knickers." There's a sharp intake of air heard from the other line and I do my best not to giggle in this most. This is about being sexy, not immature and giggly. "I'm not quite sure about you, but I need a release." I'm a phone sex virgin so this is really hard for me to do without laughing or smacking myself in the head, but hearing Harry's heavy breathing on the other line makes this a little less awkward for me.

"You and me both, baby. Tell me what you want."

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