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Chapter 12.

"I won't" I promise "Bye mum"

I hang up before I give her a chance to speak, knowing I won't hear the end of it when I speak to her next, but I'll take that over continuing this train wreck one second longer.

I look to Harry, who is still laying there happy as a pig in shit, and I toss my phone on the bed in front of me "Really Harry?"

He yawns again, bringing his arms down to rub against his against his exposed stomach "Your mum sounds nice" he says not trying in the slightest to hide his sarcasm.

I frown at him, fighting to keep my eyes on his face and not looking at his lean tattoo covered torso, his body should come with its own warning label for the side affects it has on your health "You just couldn't help yourself could you?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders, looking pleased with himself "I think I played your boyfriend pretty accurately if you ask me love"

I glare at him, even more irritated that he looks so damn gorgeous just laying there, the prick.

I shake my head in annoyance, turning to pull myself off of the bed, but I'm stopped when Harry grasps my arm, pulling me down against him as he wraps his arms around my torso, turning us so my shoulders are pressed against his chest.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asks smiling against my ear, his voice sinful and hoarse.

My stomach knots and my heart is back to hammering a hundred mile an hour "I need to get dressed Harry, I need to go" I say, kicking myself mentally for how unconvincing I sounded.

Harry clicks his tongue in disapproval, tightening his arms around me "I just got you here Abby, you don't get to run off that easily"

"Harry" I huff, placing my hands over his arms "I literally stayed here last night, I need to go home"

He burrows his face against the crook of my neck, his lips hovering against my skin as he speaks "Do you know what I need?"

I know doing this is stupid, but for some reason I ask any way "What?"

"I'll give you a guess" he murmurs, nudging his nose against my jaw. He shifts his hips forward, and when I feel the hard buldge the thin material or his sweatpants is doing nothing to conceal, press against my behind, my entire body seizes.

"Harry!" I gasp distressed, gripping my hands around his arms harder.

A low groan rattles deep in Harrys chest, and he presses himself further against me "Don't say my name like that Abby, you're already making this hard enough for me" he grinds his hips forward, stilling them after a few seconds "And I mean that literally"

"Ha-Harry, we can't - you said, you said last night nothing would happen" I stammer, again being completely betrayed by my body.

Every inche of my skin is tingling, feeling like static is flowing over it and there's that unmistakable heat pooling deep in my belly.

"What's wrong little mouse?  Feeling tempted?" he purrs against my ear, pressing his hardness against me again in slow circular motions.

I'm like a cat using up my nine lives with this, I'm almost down to my last one, and I don't know how much longer I can say no to him.

"Please Harry" I beg losing my breath "I need to go"

I can't help but run away from these situations with him, it's the only defence I have, I know if he tugged at my strings long enough they would snap.

Harry chuckles under his breath, like he's finding some sick amusement out of this cat and mouse game he plays with me.

He presses his lips to my neck, and I let out an involuntary sigh at the feel of his silky lips branding my skin again.

"You could just stop torturing yourself and give in" he says against my skin, unwinding one of his arms from my waist and grasping my chin.

He turns my face, lifting his lips to hover against the corner of my mouth "Because I know I'm not the only one this is driving insane"

I close my eyes, shaking my head knowing I don't have it in me to speak. It's like everytime I'm around him he strips another layer of my resolve away.

He pecks the corner of my mouth, pulling away to roll onto his back, and I stay stilled on my side, trying to recover from yet again having it feel like he reached straight into me and set my soul in fire, melting every organ in my body.

I slowly drag myself to sit up, dropping my legs over the edge over the bed, and peek at him over my shoulder.

I'm confused by the look on his face, I expected him to be annoyed. I expected the look I get from Andy the few times I've turned him down or told him I didn't feel like it, and most of the time he managed to guilt me into giving in any way.

He his laying there staring up at me, with a lazy half smile, looking satisfied and a prideful affection glint in his eyes "You better get going then love" he slides his hand under the cover, and I gulp when I see the blanket shift over his crotch "I have something to take care of, but you're welcome to stay and help"

I shoot up from the bed, keeping my eyes focused on the brick wall in front of me with my back to him "No, no I'm going"

I start taking hasty steps towards the bathroom but I pause when I hear Harry's voice behind me.

"Aren't you for getting something Abby?"

I turn on my heel cautiously, only to see him toss the key at me with his bottom lip tucked under perfect pearlescent teeth.

I fumble to catch it, glancing from it in my hand and back to Harry.  He raises his brows, releasing his lower lip and my shoulders tense when I see his hand moving slowly under the covers "You can watch if you want darling"

I snap my head from side to side frantically, shaking it as I suck in a breath and turn, scampering towards the bathroom.

I swing the door shut behind me, pressing my hands to my face to try and sooth the burning of my cheeks.

I almost guarantee he did it on purpose, as I tried hopelessly to get dressed only hearing the sounds of his grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door. It travelled through my ears straight down to pool in an aching throb between my legs, and I felt guilty for even listening to it.

I feel like I've already cheated on Andy, whilst I haven't technically done anything physically sexual with Harry, he's managed to blur the lines into a grey area of infidelity I can't explain.

I feel disloyal for the temptation I have towards him, like I've already committed the crime the minute I was close to him.

What I've done feels much worse than if I had of just slept with him, the intimacy behind the things that have happened between us seeming to be a much deeper betrayal

I'm a terrible person.

I hate myself even more because I know that I just can't stay away, especially after last night, I'm tangled right in that web I was so scared I'd get trapped in, and I walked straight into it willingly.

Carving his name into my skin and feeling consumed by it.

I can't go back now, and I have no idea what I'm going to do.

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