I had awoken in to a brightly lit room. Scott made it a habit of pulling the blinds open in the mornings when ever I slept in late. I felt over on Scott’s side of the bed confirming what I already knew, it was likely after 9 so he’d probably gone to the gym by now.
I sat up slowly, running my fingers through my dark wavy hair in routine. I hated waking up without him. Blinking my eyes a few times, I grabbed my IPhone from off the nightstand. 10:36, It's still quite early for a Sunday morning in my opinion. I got up slowly, making my way over to the window on the far side of our bedroom.
Last night did not go. After all my attempts to tell him, i chickened out. I could confess the wrong i had done, because i'm ready for him to hate me. I closed my eyes in an attempt to forget what thoughts had crossed my mind.
“Call me when he’s not around okay.”
I knew this was wrong. Now I craved the things that would betray Scott. I braced against the wall as butterflies shot through my stomach like a bullet through a vessel. Standing here, contemplating on whether to act on my temptations or realm in my composure. I turned my phone on and brought up my contacts.
I will hate myself for this at some point later on but i dialed his number.
“Good morning. I thought you'd never call.” He answered on the first ring. His tone was brief though welcoming as if he’d been expecting my call. The pleasant level of his voice’s resonance was the same, making it difficult to tell whether or not he’d just woken up.
“H- Hi Harry.” I was extremely unsure of myself, becoming suddenly aware of the embarrassing lust clouding my judgment that made me call before I lost the urge. There was a constant fiddling with my cartilage piercing.
"I want you to come over tonight. Just talking this time… I promise.” He giggled at the last part.
I heart fluttered at his request. But a feeling of defeat overwhelmed me when I realized I had to work the next day. What would I tell Scott?
I understood that what happened could never happen again... but there was something in me that drew me to him. I desired conversation. Intellectualism. To be honest I desired everything from a guy I knew nothing about. He just wanted to talk though, right?
Something told me that he is now essential to my life, and I needed him in it if it was only just to know him. I bit my lip nervously.
“What time?”
"Say around, seven or so. Meet me somewhere far from your home, i'll pick you up" Harry told me then hung up.
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The night air was chilling, adding to my feeling of apprehension. The idea of it all made me sea sick. I hadn’t seen him since that night.
My pace was speedy. I couldn’t help but replay in my mind how much his life was a complete mystery to me. A mystery I wanted to know more about. I was hit with a rush of infamy when I thought about Scott.
I’d message him, saying that i wanted some time with the girls tonight. I had mentioned to him before how I felt like I been neglecting them a lot lately, so he surprisingly didn’t question it much at all. He’d been so understanding about it. He trust's me.
I tried to shake it off as moments passed before I finally saw a Ford truck of some kind shape into view. It looked a lot like the one Scott had bought for his birthday which I had to admit kind of freaked me out.
It stopped a few paces ahead of me before the car door opened and he stepped out. I waited a moment before walking closer. And then I saw them, his curls in a swarm around his head before he swept them to the side with his fingers. He walked closer grabbing my hand as he spoke.
“Might not have mentioned this before, but I think you’re really pretty.” It was an interesting introduction. I honestly didn’t expect him to be so forward, but it was told from a place of humor. I could tell he was in a good mood by the emphasis on his dimples.
“Yeah, I somewhat got that.”
His tone gave me a feel for his personality, right away I could tell he’d be easy to talk to. He led me to his car, opening the door and helping me climb in. The vehicle smelled like him. As he walked over to the other side of the car I began to notice his attire. He was dressed in a dark V- neck shirt under his opened leather jacket.
His jeans were dark as well, and I could tell he might have had a hard time getting them on. His presence was hot, his converses slightly scuffed. I watched as he climbed in, quickly putting the car in drive after strapping himself in. I immediately felt attracted to him even more.
“So, where are we going?” It wasn’t awkward at all. It was kind of like we’d done this before. I looked out the window as he passed the remainder of my neighborhood, moving to an unfamiliar street. He drove at a medium speed. Nothing felt rushed.
“My house.” He said looking over at me. I wondered if he really wanted to talk or was this a plan to continue where we left the other night. I wanted to go, but my conscious disagreed with my body’s craving.
“Harry, you know I can’t. Right?” He knew what I meant. He stopped at the light, looking at me as if to see through me.
“Sucks you don’t believe me Alexandra.”
Again with the humor.
“Only if you want to, okay?”
He leaned over placing a kiss on my nose. I honestly never experienced that. I wondered if he did it with all the girls he met, but I couldn’t help but feel special.
“So where are you right now?” At first I didn’t understand his question. I looked up at him, his eyes on the road. I began to blink violently, eyebrows knitting together when I realized he was referring to my lie to Scott.
“With the girls.”
His mood suddenly shifted it wasn’t pleasing and upbeat anymore. His features quickly changing, hands firmly placed to the steering wheel. I took notice to his lack of will to pick conversation, but chose to stay quiet as well.
We were there, as he told me. His house was a lot bigger than I initially thought it would be, though not quite as big as the one I shared with Scott. He grabbed my hand, helping me down from his car and holding on while we walked out of the driveway.
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His room was neat. Too neat, and I was slightly afraid he’d freak if I bumped into anything. He grabbed my coat after removing his and put them away. I took in the atmosphere, looking around as I was now alone in his room. I wondered if he had cleaned up before my visit. I roamed slowly; his room was also the scent of him.
Soon, he was back in the room with me, watching me as he leaned against the door frame. Sitting on his bed, I took the fabric between my fingers. It was soft. I wondered how his dating life was, that would explain this sheets maybe.
I begin to feel anger at the thought of another girl being with him in that way. Feelings that weren’t mine to have. I shouldn't even be here, but here i am anyways.
“You have a girlfriend, Harry?” I didn’t mean to sound as forward as I did, but I was curious. He seemed to think it amusing.
"Nope. No girlfriend.”
I didn’t at all believe him.
“Female friends? C'mon, you can tell me.”
Harry chuckled at my playful interrogation. He flicked his curls to the side for the fifth time I’d witness since picking me up. And yes, I’d been counting.
“What? Does that bother you?” It was a question I hadn’t been prepared for. I looked up at him, my eyes settling on his face of perfection as he waited for an answer I didn’t have for him.
“I don’t think it’d matter. I have a boyfriend, remember.”
He moved forward cautiously. Sitting down on his bed beside me. The intimacy of where we sat sent a tingling sensation through my body.
“It does to me.”
I know I definitely felt something for him, though a little too confusing to put into words. We questioned each other for the majority of the night, the questions becoming more and more difficult to answer.
“Have you been with him since?” He asked this without meeting my gaze. My facial expression made it obvious that I hadn’t understood. “Sex, i mean” He still hadn’t looked up at me. What the hell. Its wasn't his place to ask me that.
“He’s my boyfriend, Harry. So...”
His eyes had suddenly met mine and I still didn’t understand what it was we were doing, what I was doing. I couldn’t help but feel like I was hurting his feelings. His demeanor was changing now, a lot like I had experienced in the beginning of the night when he’d mentioned Scott.
Harry started to get up, choosing to escape the conversation. I wasn’t going to let this go. I grabbed his arm firmly. He immediately flinched at my touch.
“Talk to me!” He didn’t say anything. It was like I had done something wrong. But honestly I had. I have a boyfriend but yet here i am in his home, in his room and on his bed .
I began to feel hurt, anger for his lack of dialogue now. “I didn’t say I did, Harry. But I’m communicating to you that it won’t be long before...”
“And what if I don’t want you to.” He’d cut me off, moving closer now.
What was I getting myself into. He ran his large hands up the side of my arm. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt a familiar tingle spring through my body. My hand involuntarily moved to his face. God his eyes were beautiful. Green and mesmerizing.
My fingertips traced his full pink lips, and slowly moved up to tangle in his hair. He moaned in encouragement. The sound made me extremely hot. I felt comfortable, just like before. With him it was easy to feel that way. This was a feeling that i have never felt with Scott.
I could tell he wanted to allow me the first move as permission. His fingers brushed against my thigh, sending signals of pleasure to my brain. He began touching my hair and I knew what he was doing, it was an unfair game.
I leaned in without meaning. His lips were so soft, softer than i had remembered. His tongue was hot and wet and I can imagine it in the hottest of places. My arms were now around his neck, fingers dancing with the curls then lingered there.
Harry reluctantly left my lips, moving down to give attention to my neck. He began to smile between kisses noticing the marks of passion that stained me from our last encounter. His fingers brushed higher up my thigh. I was surprised at the effect he had on me. He push me onto the bed, as he held me by my waist.
He smiled down at me. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”
Everything was happening so fast. He bit his lip before kissing me harder, passionately. His hands traveled to the hem of my top and he dominated our position. I burned for him. Only he could relieve me now. I pulled up his shirt inching it off as I took in the view of him. Our lips met again as he laced our fingers.
He began reaching for the button on my jeans, unzipping in a rather questionable accuracy while kissing the bottom of my stomach. It was like before, me completely at his mercy.
I began to laugh at the contact when my phone began to vibrate. He groaned in annoyance; still continuing his actions as I felt around for my phone. I grabbed it quickly, blinking up at the screen.
“Shit! It’s Scott!”
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Thanks for reading, I hoped you like this chapter. Sorry if was a little choppy... I will update again real soon.
-Shan Xx.