Thursday, 24 May 2018

AFTER ROMANCE Episode 81-85

I am beyond annoyed at Harry's unnecessary attitude but I hadn't expected him to leave and now that he did I wish I would have made him talk to me about what was bothering him. I am just as stubborn as he is sometimes. I brush the tangles out of my wet hair and put on the light pink lingerie I bought today. I slip a t-shirt over my head and look over my stuff for tomorrow. All I can think about is where he went, I know it I obsessive and a little crazy but I can't help it. I hope he isn't with Molly.
While deciding whether or not to call Harry, I receive a text message from Steph saying that she won't be back to the room tonight. She might as well move in with Tristan and Niall, she stays there five nights a week and Tristan absolutely adores her. He probably told her about his job on their second date and he probably wouldn't snap at her and leave for no reason. "Lucky Steph." I say to myself and grab the remote for her television, my fingers press the buttons absentmindedly and I settle on a rerun of Friends that I have seen at least one hundred times. I can't remember the last time I just watched television, usually my time is spent with Harry, studying, or reading. It is nice to just lay in bed and watch a simple comedy, to escape from the pointless fight with Harry.
After a few episodes, I feel my eyes getting heavy. In my sleepy state my anger momentarily disappears and I text Harry goodnight, he doesn't reply before sleep overtakes me.
"Shit." A loud thud wakes me up. I jolt up and turn on the lamp to find a stumbling Harry trying to navigate the dark room.
"What are you doing?" I ask him. When he looks up at me his eyes are red and glossy. He is drunk. Great.
"I came here to see you." He says and plops down in the chair.
"Why?" I whine. I want him here but not drunk and at two in the morning.
"Because I missed you."
"Then why did you leave?"
"Because you were annoying me." Ouch.
"I'm going back to bed, you're drunk and you're obviously going to be mean again.
"I'm not being mean Tessa. And I am not drunk, okay I am but so what?"
"I don't care that you are drunk but it's a school night and I need my sleep." I would stay up all night with him if I knew he wouldn't say hurtful things to me the entire time.
"It's a school night ." He mocks me. "Could you be more of a square?" He laughs.
"You should just go." I say and lay back down. I turn to face the wall. I don't like this Harry, I want my semi-sweet Harry back. Not this drunk jerk stumbling into my room at two in the morning.
"Aww baby, don't me mad at me." He says but I ignore him. "Do you really want me to go? You know what happens when I sleep without you." He almost whispers.
My heart sinks. I do know what happens when he sleeps without me but it's not fair for him to use that against me when he is drunk and taunting me.
"Fine. You can stay but I am going to bed."
"Why? You don't want to hang out with me?"
"You are drunk and being mean." I finally turn back around to face him.
"I'm not being mean, all I said was you were being annoying." His expression is neutral.
"That's sort of mean to say to someone. Especially when all I did was ask you about your job."
"Oh god, not this again. Come on Tessa, just drop it. I don't want to talk about that right now." His voice is whiney and he slurs his words.
"Why did you drink tonight?" I don't mind if he drinks, I am not his mother and he is an adult. The thing that bothers me is that every time he drinks there is a reason behind it. He doesn't just drink for fun.
He looks away from me and towards the door as if planning an exit route. "I.. I don't know I just felt like having a drink.. well drinks. Can you please stop being mad at me? I love you." He says and brings his eyes to meet mine.
His simple words dissolve most of my anger and I find myself wanting his arms around me.
"I'm not mad at you, I just don't want to backtrack in our relationship. I don't like when you turn on me for no reason then you just left. If you're mad about something I want you to talk to me about it."
"You just don't like to not have control over everything." He says.
"Excuse me?"
"You're a control freak." He shrugs as if it's a known fact.
"No I am not. I just like things a certain way."
"Yea, your way."
"So we aren't done fighting then? Anything else you want to throw in there while you're are it?" I snap.
"Nope, just that you're a control freak and I really want you to move in with me." He says. What?
His moods literally give me whiplash.
"You should move in with me, I found an apartment today. I haven't signed anything yet but it's a nice place."
"When?" It is hard to keep up with the five personalities of Harry Styles.
"After I left here."
"Before you got drunk?" I ask. He rolls his eyes. The light from the lamp hits the metal of his eyebrow ring, I ignore how attractive that is.
"Yes, before I got drunk. So what do you say? Are you going to move in with me?"
"I know you are new at this dating thing, but people don't usually insult their girlfriend and ask them to move in with them in the same sentence." I tell him, chewing my bottom lip to suppress my smile.
"Well sometimes the said girlfriend needs to lighten up." He grins. Even when he is drunk he is charming as hell.
"Well then, said boyfriend needs to stop being a jerk." I retaliate. He laughs and moves from the chair over to my bed.
"I am trying not to be a jerk, I really am. Sometimes I can't help it." He sits on the edge of the bed.
"I know." I sigh. Regardless of this episode tonight he really has been trying to be nicer to me, being a jerk comes naturally to him. I don't want to make excuses for him but he has done much better than I expected.
"So you will move in with me?" He smiles.
"Jesus, let's take this one step at a time. I will stop being mad at you for now." I tell him and sit up.
"Now come to bed with me." I instruct. He nods and stands up to pull his jeans off. When he removes his shirt he hands it to me. I love that he wants me to wear his dirty shirts as much as I want to.
"Put your jeans on the dresser please." I ask and he raises his eyebrow at me as if to say "See, control freak."
As he turns around I pull my t-shirt off and slip his over my head.
"Fuck." He blurts out and I look up. "What are you wearing?" His eyes are dark and wide.
"I.. I got some new underwear today." I flush and look away.
"I see that. Take the shirt off." He demands. With shaky fingers I lift the shirt back off and sit it on the bed.
"Fuck." He repeats again.
"You already said that." I giggle. The light in Harry's eyes is blazing, for me and it makes my skin tingle.
"You look incredible." He gulps. "You always do, but this is just.." With a dry mouth I look down to his boxers straining against his growing bulge. The energy between us has changed for the fifth time tonight.
"I was going to tell you show you earlier but you were too busy being a jerk."
"Mhmm." He says, clearly not paying attention to what I am saying. He places his knee on the bed and looks my body up and down again before climbing on top of me.
His lips taste like whiskey and mint, the combination is heavenly. Our kisses are soft and teasing, coming together and drifting apart, his tongue playfully gliding over mine. His hand wraps into my hair and I can feel his erection press against my stomach as he brings his body closer to me.  He lets go of my hair to hold himself up on his elbow as he uses his other hand to touch me. His long fingers run along the undersides of my lace bra, dipping down inside of it and back out. He licks his lips as he cups me with his large palms, rubbing up and down.
"I can't decide if I want this to stay on.." He breathes. I could care less, I am too mesmerized by his graceful fingers on my skin.
"Off it is." He says and unclasps my bra, I arch my back for him to pull it off and he groans as his crotch presses against mine.
"What do you want to do, Tess?" His voice is shaky and uncontrolled.
"I already told you." I say as he pushes my panties to the side. I wish he wouldn't have drank tonight but maybe his half drunken state will make me seem less awkward.
I cry out as his fingers enter me and wrap one of my arms around him under his arm. I reach between us with my other hand to palm him. He groans and I squeeze gently and continue to rub him.
"You're sure?" He pants. I can see the uncertainty in his clear green eyes.
"Yes, I am sure. Stop overthinking it." Boy have the tables turned when I am the one saying this to him.
"I love you. You know that don't you?" He asks.
"Yes." I say and press my lips against his. "I love you Harry." I say in his mouth.
His fingers continue pumping in and out slowly and his mouth moves to my neck. He sucks the skin harshly, then slides his tongue over the aching skin to soothe it. He repeats this over and over, my entire body is on fire.
"Harry.. I am.." I try to say and he quickly pulls his hand from me. He kisses me as I whimper.
He sits up and his fingers hook around my panties, pulling them down my legs. He places both of his hands on my thighs and squeezes gently before kissing down my stomach and blowing on my wetness. My body involuntarily lifts off the bed and his tongue moves up and down while he wraps his arms around my thighs, keeping them apart. Within seconds my legs begin to shake and I grip the sheets and he continues lapping his tongue around me.
"Tell me how good it feels." He says against me.
Strangled sounds escape my lips as I try to tell him how he makes me feel. He continues to say dirty things, licking me between them, forming a delicious pattern as my body shakes and my toes curl.
When I regain consciousness he brings his mouth back up to mine, a strange taste on his lips. My chest is heaving and my breath staggered.
"Are you.." He begins.
"Shh.. Yes, I am sure." I tell him and kiss him, hard. My hands claw at his back before pulling his boxers down below his hips. He sighs as the restriction disappears and we both moan as our skin touches.
"Tessa, I.."
"Shh.." I tell him again. I want this more than anything and I don't want him to keep talking.
"But Tessa, I need to tell you something.."
"Shh. Harry, please stop talking." I beg and kiss him again. I grab his erection and move my hand up and down. His eyes close and he sucks in a sharp breath. Instinct takes over my actions and my thumb brushes over the tip of him, I wipe away the dampness there and feel him pulse in my hand.
"I'm going to come if you do that again." He gasps.
He leans up and climbs off the bed. Before I can ask where he is going he pulls out a small packet from his jeans. Oh. This is really happening, I know I should be afraid or nervous but all I feel is my love for him, and his for me.
The anticipation of what is coming next fills me and time seems to slow down while I wait for him to return to the bed. I had always thought my first time would be with Noah, on our wedding night. We would be in a huge bed in some fancy bungalow on a tropical island. But, here I am in my small dorm room, on my small bed with Harry and I would not change a single thing about it.

He joins me back on the bed holding the small packet. I have only seen condoms in sexual education class, they seemed so intimating then but now I want to grab it out of his hand and put it on him. I am thankful that Harry can't hear my indecent thoughts even though his words are dirtier than any thought I have ever had.
"Are.." His voice is low.
"If you ask if I am sure, I will kill you." I tell him and he smiles.
"I was going to say, are you going to help me put this on or should I do it?" He laughs, waving the condom between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh. I want to, you have to show me how though." I bite my lip.
"Okay." He sits down on the bed and I sit up cross legged. He leans across and kisses me swiftly on my forehead before taking my hand in his. He tears the packet open and I hold my hand out. He chuckles and shakes his head.
"I'll show you, this way." He says and uses our combined hands to put the condom above him. It feels slippery to the touch.
"Now it goes down." He says, his cheeks flushed. His eyes narrow as both of our hands slide the condom over his hard skin.
"That wasn't so bad for a virgin and a drunk" I laugh. He raises an eyebrow at me and smiles. I am glad we are being playful and not so intense, it makes me less nervous for what is about to happen.
"I'm not drunk babe, I had a few drinks and when I showed up here I was a slightly impaired but arguing with you has sobered me up, as usual." He smiles and runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
I am pleased with his answer, I don't want him to be passing out half way through or puking on me. I laugh a little at my thoughts and look at him again. His eyes are clear, not glazed like they were an hour ago.
"Now what?" I say before I can stop myself. He laughs, taking my hand and wrapping it around his length.
"Eager?" He teases and I nod.
"Me too." He admits and I move my hand up and down. He shifts his body so he is on top of me. He uses his knee to part my legs, spreading them wide and I feel his fingers rub against me. I wonder if he will be gentle with me, I hope so.
"You're soaking so that will make it easier." He inhales. His lips meet mine and he kisses me slowly, his tongue teasing mine. His lips seem to be molded against mine, made just for me. He pulls away and kisses the corners of my mouth, followed by my nose then my lips again. My hands go to his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to me.
"Slow baby, we need to go slow." He whispers. His lips touching my earlobe.
"It's going to hurt, just tell me if you want me to stop. I mean it, okay?" He says in a gentle voice.
"Okay." I gulp. I have heard that losing your virginity hurts but it can't be that bad. I hope not at least.
He kisses me again, I feel the silky condom brush against me causing me to shudder. Seconds later he presses into me, its such a foreign feeling. My eyes screw shut and I hear myself gasp.
"You okay?" He whispers into the kiss. I nod and he moves further into me. I wince at the pinching feeling deep inside me. It is just as bad as everyone says, if not worse.
"Fuck." Harry groans. His body is still, unmoving and the feeling is incredibly uncomfortable.
"Can I move?" His voice is so strained and raspy.
"Yea." I say. The pain continues but Harry kisses me all over, my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my neck, and the tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I put my focus on squeezing Harry's arms and his warm tongue on my neck.
"Oh god." He moans and rolls his head back.
"I love you, I love you so much Tess." He breathes against my cheek. The comfort of his voice mutes my pain slightly but it is still present as his hips slowly roll against mine.
I want to tell him how much I love him but I am afraid if I talk, I will cry.
"Do you.. fuck.. do you want me to stop?" He stutters. I can hear the pleasure and worry battling in his voice.
I shake my head and watch him in amazement, his eyes are closed tightly. His jaw is clenched in concentration and his hard muscles contract and pull against his inked skin. The pain has almost completely disappeared as I watch him come undone. He brushes my cheekbone with his fingers and kisses me again before burying his head in the crook of my neck. His breath is staggering, hot and wild against my skin. He brings his face to mine and opens his eyes. I would take the pain over and over to be able to feel this way, this deep seeded connection to him that takes me somewhere I never knew existed. The emotion is his eyes as he looks into mine brings more tears to my eyes, it sends me reeling out into the oblivion and then tethers me back to him. I love him and I know without a doubt he loves me. Even if we don't last forever, if we end up never speaking again, I will always know that in this moment he was everything to me.
I can tell that it is taking everything in him to control himself, to keep this slow pace for me and I love him all the more for it. Time slows and stops, speeds and stops again as he moves in and out of me. The salty taste of sweat is on his lips as he kisses me, I want more. I kiss his neck and the spot under his ear that I know drives him crazy. He shivers and moans my name.
"You're doing so good baby. I love you so much." He reminds me again.
It doesn't hurt anymore but it is still uncomfortable and there is a slight sting each time he thrusts into me. My lips move to his neck and my hands tug at his hair.
"I love you Harry." I manage to say. He moans and brings his swollen lips to mine.
"Oh baby, I am going to come. Okay?" He says through clenched teeth.
I nod and kiss his neck again, sucking gently on his skin. Harry's eyes never leave mine as he comes, promises of forever and unconditional love are made as he tenses and gently falls onto me. I can feel the heavy thrumming of his heart against my chest and I kiss the top of his dampened hair. His chest stops heaving and he lifts up, pulling out of me. I wince at the sudden emptiness as he pulls the condom off and neatly places it back in the wrapper.
"Are you okay? How was it?" His eyes search my face and he looks more vulnerable than I thought possible.
"I'm okay." I assure him. I press my thighs together to dull the ache. I can see the blood on my sheets but I don't want to move.
"Was it.. was it what you expected?" He wipes his hair away from his forehead.
"It was better." I answer honestly. Even with the pain, the whole experience was exquisite. I find myself already fantasizing about the next time.
"Really?" He grins. I nod and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine.
"How was it for you? It will be better once I have more.. experience." I tell him. His grin fades and he presses his fingers under my chin, titling my head to make me look at him.
"Don't say that, it was great baby. It was better than great, it was.. the best." He says and I roll my eyes. I am sure he has been with far better, girls who actually know what to do and when to do it.
Answering my thoughts he says, "I didn't love them. It is a completely different experience when you love the person. Honestly, Tessa. It's totally different, incomparable. Please don't doubt yourself or degrade what we just did." He voice is so soft and sincere I feel my heart swell and I kiss the bridge of his nose.
He smiles and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. He smells so good, even sweaty he is my favorite scent.
"Does it hurt?" He runs his fingers through my hair and twirls a piece over his index finger.
"Sort of. I am afraid to stand up." I laugh. He squeezes me tighter and kisses my shoulder.
"I've never been with a virgin before." He says quietly. I look up at him and his eyes are soft, not mocking in the least.
"Oh." My mind produces a hundred questions about his first time. The when, where, who and why. But I push those thoughts away, he didn't love her. He has never loved anyone but me. I don't care about that anymore, the women in his past are just that. His past. I only care about this beautiful flawed man who just made love for the first time in his life.

"Are you ready to get up?" Harry asks at least an hour later.
"I know I should, I just don't want to." I tell him and rub my cheek against his chest.
"I don't want to rush you, but I really have to piss." He tells me and I laugh, climbing off of him and the bed.
"Ow." I say before I can stop myself.
"You okay?" He asks for the thousandth time. His hand reaches out to help steady me.
"Yea, just sore." I tell him. I cringe when I look at my sheets.
"I'll toss them." He pulls the sheets off the small bed.
"Not in here, Steph will see them."
"Okay? So where?" He moves up and down on his heels. He must have been holding his bladder for a while.
"I don't know.. can you put them in a dumpster or something when you leave?"
"Who said I was leaving? So what, you sleep with me and then kick me out?" His eyes dance with amusement. He grabs his jeans and boxers off the floor and puts them on. I grab his shirt and hold it out to him.
"Just go pee, take the sheets out on your way just in case." I don't know why I care so much, but the last thing I need is Steph drilling me for information about losing my virginity.
"I won't look like a creep or anything, carrying bloody sheets to my car at night." He says, I scowl at him and he balls the sheets up and walks to the door.
"I love you." He smiles before walking out.
Now that he has left the room I have a little time to collect myself. I wonder if I look as good as I feel. I feel warm and oddly at peace. The memory of Harry hovering over me while he moves in and out of me makes my stomach clench. Now I know why people make such a big deal about sex. I really have been missing out, but I know that if my first time wouldn't have been with Harry it wouldn't have been so amazing. When I look in the mirror, my mouth falls open at my reflection. My cheeks are glowing, my lips are swollen. I squish my cheeks and move my hands around, somehow I look different. It's the slightest of change and I can't quite put my finger on it but I like it. I take a second to admire the small red marks littered across my breasts. I don't even remember when he made them. My mind takes me back to him making love to me, his mouth hot and wet against my flesh. I am snapped from my thoughts by the door opening causing me to jump slightly.
"Admiring yourself?" Harry smirks and locks the door.
"No.. I .. " I don't know what to say. I am standing in front of the mirror completely naked, fantasizing about his lips on my skin.
"It's cool babe, if I had your body I would stare at myself in the mirror too." He says and I flush.
"I think I am going to take a shower." I tell him while trying my best to cover myself with my hands. I don't want to wash his scent off of my body but I need to wash everything else off.
"I'll take one too." He says. I raise an eyebrow at him and he smiles. "Not together, I know. However, if we lived together we could."
Something has changed in him too, I can see it. It's the way his smile is a little deeper and his eyes brighter. I don't reckon that anyone else would be able to spot the change in him, I know him better than anyone despite the fact that there are still many secrets of his that I plan to uncover.
"What?" He cocks his head to the side.
"Nothing, I just love you." I tell him and his cheeks redden slightly and his face splits into a grin, mirroring mine.
We both seem to be giddy and high off of each other. I love this. When I move to grab my robe he steps in front of me.
"Have you at least thought about living with me?" He asks.
"You just asked me yesterday, I can only make one life altering decision a day." I laugh.
"I want to sign the paperwork soon, I have got to get out of that damned frat house." He rubs his temples.
"You could just get it on your own?" I suggest again.
"I want it to be ours."
"Why?"
"Because I want to spend as much time with you as I can. Why are you so hesitant? Is it the money, I would pay everything of course."
"No you wouldn't." I scoff. "If I was to agree to this I would contribute, I am not looking for a free ride." I cant believe we are actually discussing this.
"Then what is it?'
"I don't know.. we haven't known each other that long. I had always thought I wouldn't live with anyone else until I was married." I explain. That's not the only reason, my mother is a huge reason along with the fear of having to rely on someone else. Even Harry.
"Married? That's an ancient idea you have there Tessa." He chuckles and sits down in the chair.
"What's wrong with marriage?" I ask. "Not between us. Just in general." I add.
"Nothing wrong with it, it's just not for me." He shrugs.
This discussion has taken too serious of a turn. I don't want to speak about marriage with Harry, but it does bother me that he says marriage isn't for him. I haven't ever thought about actually marrying him, it is way too early for that. Years too early but I would like the option to be there eventually and he basically just said he never plans to get married. I don't want to be married until I am at least twenty five and then have at least two children. I have my whole future planned.
Had. My subconscious reminds me. I had everything planned until I met Harry and now my plans are constantly changing and shifting.
"That bothers you doesn't it?" He asks. I am convinced that Harry and I making love has tied an invisible string between us tying together our bodies and minds.
"No." I try to hide the emotion in my voice but it comes out heavy. "I have never heard anyone say they don't want to get married. I thought that's what everyone wants that is the central point of life right?"
"Not exactly, I think people just want to be happy. Think of Catherine, look what marriage brought her and Heathcliff." I love that we speak the same narrative language. There is no one else that would speak in this way to me, the way that I understand the best.
"They didn't marry each other that was the problem." I laugh. I think back to the time when there had been so many parrels between my relationship with Harry and Catherine's with Heathcliff.
"Rochester and Jane?" He suggests. Harry's mention of Jane Eyre pleasantly surprises me.
"You're joking right? He was cold and withholding. He also proposed to Jane without telling her that he was already married to that madwoman he had locked in the attic. You aren't making very many valid points here." I point out.
"I know, I just love hearing you ramble about literary heroes." He brushes the hair off his forehead and in a childish moment, I stick my tongue out at him.
"So what you are saying is that you want to marry me? I can promise you that I have no bat crazy wife hidden in my house." He takes a step towards me. I know there is no wife, but it's the other things he hides that worries me.
"What? No, of course not. I was just speaking in terms of all marriage. Not us specifically." My heart is beating out of my chest as he closes the gap between us. I am naked and talking to Harry about marriage, what the hell is happening in my life?
"So you're saying you wouldn't?"
"No, I wouldn't. Well I don't know, why are we even discussing this?" I hide my face in his chest and feel it shake with laughter.
"I was just wondering. But now that you've presented me with a valid argument I may have to reconsider my no marriage stance. You could make an honest man out of me" He looks serious but here is no way he is. Right? Just as I begin to question his sanity, he laughs and kisses my temple.
"Can we talk about something else?" I groan. Losing my virginity and talking about marriage is way too much for my mushy brain.
"Sure. But I am not dropping the apartment thing, you have until tomorrow to give me an answer. I won't wait forever." He says.
"How sweet." I roll my eyes and he stands up to hug me.
"You know me, Mr. Romantic." He says and kisses my forehead. "Now, lets get a shower. You standing here naked makes me want to throw you on the bed and fuck you again."
I shake my head and pull out of his embrace before wrapping my robe around my body.
"Are you coming or what?" I say and grab my toiletry bag.
"I would love to come, but I guess a shower will have to do for now." He winks and I swat his arm as we walk into the hall.

By the time we both take a shower and lay back in bed it is almost four in the morning.
"I have to be up in an hour." I groan against his chest.
"You could sleep until seven thirty and still make it on time." He reminds me. The idea doesn't sound appealing to have to rush around but I do need the sleep. I am thankful I took a nap earlier so I hopefully won't be dead on my feet during my first day of actually working at Vance.
"Mhmm.." I mumble against his skin.
"I'll fix your alarm." He says and I drift off.
My eyes are burning from lack of sleep as I try to curl my unruly hair. I line my watery eyes with brown eyeliner and put on my new ruby dress. The neckline is square and just low enough to accentuate my bust. The hem ends just above my knees and the small brown belt across my waist gives the illusion that I took longer to get ready than I actually did. I consider putting on a little blush but thanks to my night with Harry, my cheeks are still glowing. I slip my feet into my new shoes and walk over to the mirror. The dress is quite flattering and I look better than I deserve. I glance over at Harry wrapped in the blanket on my tiny bed, his feet dangling off the edge and smile. I wait until the very last minute to wake him, I consider not waking him at all but I am selfish and want to kiss him goodbye. I slip on my jacket and grab my purse.
"I have to leave." I say and gently shake his shoulder.
"I love you." He mumbles and puckers his lips without opening his eyes.
"Are you going to class?" I ask after I kiss him.
"Nope." He says and rolls back over.
I place another kiss on his shoulder and grab my things. I want to crawl back in bed with him so badly. Maybe living with him wouldn't be so bad, we spend almost every night together anyway. I shake the thought from my head. It's a bad idea, it's too soon. Too soon. I spend the entire drive imagining getting an apartment with Harry, picking out curtains and painting walls.
When the elevator reaches the third floor a young man steps on with me. He is wearing a dark navy  suit and smells like soap.
"What floor?" I ask him.
"Top please." He says. I was already going to the top anyway so I lean back against the wall of the elevator.
"Are you new here?" He asks. His eyes are a crispy blue which is a strange contrast to his dark hair.
"I'm just an intern." I tell him.
"Just an intern?" He laughs.
"I mean, I am an intern not an actual employee." I correct myself nervously.
"I started as an intern a few years ago and was hired on full time. Do you go to WSU?"
"Yea, did you?"
"Yep, just graduated last year. Glad that is over with." He chuckles. "You'll like it here."
"Thanks, I already love it." I tell him as we step off the elevator.
"I never caught your name." He says as I turn the corner.
"Tessa, Tessa Young." I call and he smiles and gives me a small wave.
The same woman from yesterday is at the desk and she introduces herself as Kimberly.  She smiles, wishes me good luck and gestures towards a table full of food and coffee. I smile and thank her, grabbing sprinkled donut and a cup of coffee before I head back to my office.  I find a thick folder on my desk with a note from Mr. Vance telling me to begin my first manuscript and good luck. I love the freedom of this internship, I can't believe my luck. Digging into my donut I pluck the note off the folder and get to work.
The manuscript is actually really good, and I can't seem to put it down. I am only two hundred pages in when the phone on my desk rings.
"Hello?" I have no clue how to answer my own office phone. I feel much more grown up than I ever have. "I mean, Tessa Young's office?" I bite my lip and hear a small laugh on the other end.
"Ms. Young, there is someone here to see you. Shall I send him in?" Kimberly asks.
"Tessa, call me Tessa please." I tell her. It seems disrespectful to have her call me Ms. Young, she is far more experienced and older than me.
"Tessa." She says and I can picture her friendly smile. "Should I send him in?" She asks again.
"Oh, yea. Wait.. who is it?"
"I'm not sure.. he uhm.. he has tattoos, lots of tattoos. " She whispers and I laugh.
"Yea, I will come out to get him." I tell her and hang up.
Harry is here, the thought thrills me then scares me. I hope everything is okay. When I walk out into the lobby Harry is standing with his hands in his pockets and Kimberly is on the phone. I get the feeling that she is pretending to be on the phone, I can't tell for sure. I hope that it doesn't seem like I am taking advantage of the great opportunity Mr. Vance has given me by having visitors on my second day.
"Hey, is everything okay?" I approach him.
"Yea, I just wanted to see how your first day was going." He smiles and rolls his eyebrow ring in his fingers.
"Oh. It's great I." I begin to say but stop when Mr. Vance strides toward us.
"Well..well..well.. Come to gravel for your job back?" He smiles at Harry and pats him on the shoulder.
"You wish, you old wanker." Harry laughs and my jaw drops. Mr. Vance chuckles and raises his fist before playfully nudging Harry in his ribs. They must be closer than I thought.
"So what do I owe the honor? Or are you here to stalk my new intern?" He says and looks at me.
"The second. Stalking interns is my favorite pastime." He says and looks at me. I look back and forth between them, unsure what to say. I love seeing this playful side to Harry, it doesn't come out much.
"Do you have time to get some lunch, if you haven't already?" Harry asks me. My eyes dart to the clock on the wall, it's already two. The day has gone by quickly.
I look at Mr. Vance and he shrugs. "You have an hour each day for lunch so go ahead." He smiles and says goodbye to Harry before disappearing down the hall.
"I text you a few times to make sure you got here but you didn't answer." Harry tells me when we step onto the elevator.
"I haven't looked at my phone, I got sucked into a story." I tell him and I reach for his hand.
"You're okay right? We are okay?" He asks, his eyes locked into mine.
"Yea, why wouldn't we be?"
"I.. I don't know.. I was just getting worried because you weren't answering me. I had thought.. maybe you were starting to regret last night." He looks down.
"What? Of course not. I honestly didn't check my phone. I have no regrets from last night, not a single one." I can't hide my smile as the memories invade my thoughts.
"Good. Well that's a relief." He lets out a breath.
"You drove all the way here because you thought I was having regrets?" I ask. It's a little extreme but flattering all the same.
"Yea.. well not completely. I also wanted to take you to lunch." He smiles and lifts my hand to his lips.
We step off the elevator and walk outside. I should have brought my jacket. I shiver and Harry looks over to me.
"I have a jacket in my car. We can grab it then walk around the corner to Brio, it's really good." He says as we walk to his car. He pulls a black leather jacket out of his trunk and I laugh. He must have an entire wardrobe in there, since I met him he has been pulling clothes out of it.
The jacket is surprisingly warm and smells like Harry. It engulfs me of course so I shake my arms to push the sleeves up.
"Thank you." I kiss him on his jaw.
'It looks good on you, perfect fit." He laughs.
He takes my hand as we walk down the sidewalk, we earn a few strange glances from the business men and women on the streets. Sometimes I forget how different we appear on the outside. We are polar opposites in almost every way, but somehow it works for us.
Brio is a small but quaint Italian place. The floor is covered in beautiful multi colored tiles and the ceiling is a mural of what I interpret as heaven. The chubby smiling cherubs are waiting outside white gates, there is a set of angels one white and one black locked in an embrace behind the gates. The white angel seems to be trying to pull the other through to the other side.
"Tess?" Harry says and pulls me by the sleeve of his jacket.
"Coming." I mumble and we walk to the table.
Our table is set in the back of the restaurant and Harry sits in the chair right next to me instead of across. He pulls his chair closer and rests his elbows on the table. He orders for both of us but I don't mind, he has been here before.
"So you and Mr. Vance are really close then?" I ask.
"I wouldn't say that. But we know each other well enough." He shrugs.
"You seemed to really get along, I like seeing you that way." I admit.
The hint of a smile tugs at his lips and he puts his hand on my thigh. "Do you now?"
"Yes, I like to see you happy." I feel like there is more behind him and Mr. Vance's relationship than he is telling me but for now I am not going to push it.
"I am happy. Happier than I thought I would be.. ever." He adds.
"What has gotten into you? You're getting soft on me." I tease and he chuckles.
"I can knock over a few tables, bloody a few noses to remind you." He says and I push my shoulder into his.
"No thanks." I giggle.
Our food arrives and I thank the waitress before taking a bite. He ordered us some sort of ravioli and it is delicious.
"Good huh?" He brags and fills his mouth with food. I nod and do the same.
Harry and I bicker about who is going to pay for lunch but he ends up winning.
"You can pay me back later." He winks behind the waitress back.
When we walk back to VP, Harry follows me inside.
"You're coming up?" I ask him.
"Yea, I wanted to see your office then I will go. Promise." He smiles.
"Deal." I tell him and we step onto the elevator. When we reach the top floor I give him his jacket back and he shrugs it on. My eyes widen at how hot he looks in the leather jacket.
"Hey, its you again." The guy in the navy suit says as we walk down the hall.
"And it's you again." I smile.
His eyes dart to Harry who is standing next to me. "I'm Harry." He says to the man.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Trevor, I work in finance." He tells Harry. "Well I will see you around." He smiles and walks away.
When we walk into my office Harry grabs my wrist and turns me to face him.
"What the hell was that?" He spits. Is he joking? I look down at my wrist in his hands and take that as a no. His grip isn't tight but it holds me in place.
"What?"
"That guy." He huffs.
"What about him? I just met him this morning in the elevator." I pull my wrist away.
"It didn't seem like you just met, the two of you were just flirting in front of me."
"What?" I can't help but laugh. "You're insane if you think that was flirting, I was being polite and so was he. Why would I flirt with him?" I try to keep my voice down. Causing a scene in my office will not be good for me.
"Why wouldn't you? He was nice and clean cut, suit and all." Harry says.
He seems more hurt and worried than angry. My instincts tell me to cuss him out and tell him to get the hell out, but I decide to take a different approach. Just like when he was breaking things at his father's house.
"Is that what you think? That I want someone like him, someone unlike you?" I ask in a gentle voice. He is taken aback, I know he expected me to blow up at him. He contemplates what to say next.
"I don't know.. maybe." His eyes meet mine.
"Well you're wrong, as usual." I smile. I need to talk to him about this later, but my need to make sure he knows he has nothing to worry about overpowers my need to correct him.
"I am sorry if you think I was flirting with him, I wasn't. I wouldn't do that to you." I assure him. His eyes soften and I bring my hand up to his cheek. How can one person be so strong yet so weak.
"I..okay." He says. I laugh and caress his cheek. I love catching him off guard.
"Why would I flirt with him if I have you?" I say. His eyes flutter and he finally smiles. I am relieved that I am learning how to disengage the bomb that is Harry.
"I love you. I am sorry for blowing up like that." He says and presses his lips to mine.
"I accept your apology now let me show you my office!" I say in a cheery voice.
"I don't deserve you." He says quietly, too quietly. I choose to ignore it and keep my uplifting attitude.
"So what do you think?" I beam.
He chuckles and listens intently as I show him every detail, every book on the shelf and the empty picture frame on my desk.
"I was thinking I want to put a picture of us here." I tell him. We have never taken any pictures together, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind until I placed the empty frame there. Harry doesn't seem like the type who would smile for a camera, even on a cell phone.
"Oh. I don't really do pictures." He confirms my thoughts.
I am a little embarrassed by him shutting it down that way and he notices.
"I mean.. I guess I could take one. Just one though." He strains.
"We will worry about that later." I smile and he seems relieved.
"Now can we move on to how sexy you look in that dress, it's been driving me crazy since I got here." His voice is a full octave deeper and he takes a step towards me. My body heats immediately, his words never cease to unravel me.
"You're lucky I didn't open my eyes this morning, if I would have.." He traces his fingertips along the neckline of my dress. "I wouldn't have let you leave."
He brings his other hand to the hem of my dress and caresses my thigh.
"Harry.." I warn him. My voice betrays me and comes out as more of a moan.
"What babe.. you don't want me to do this?" He lifts me up and sits me on the edge of my desk. Oh.
"It's.. " My thoughts are clouded by his lips against my neck. I dig my fingers into his hair and he nips at my skin. "We can't.. someone could come in.. or something." The words are jumbled and don't make much sense. He puts his hands on my thighs and opens them further.
"There is a lock on the door for a reason.. I really want to take you right here, on this desk. Or maybe against the window." His mouth travels lower on my chest. The idea of what he is proposing sends electricity through my body. His fingers brush over the lace on my panties and he sucks a breath through his teeth.
"You're killing me." He groans as he looks between my legs to see the white lace set I bought yesterday. I can't believe I am letting this happen, on a desk in new office on the second day of my internship. The idea thrills me as much as it terrifies me.
"Lock the.." I begin but we are interrupted by the shrill ring of my phone. I lean back and scramble t answer.
"Hello? Tessa Young speaking." I say. I really need to ask around and see how I should be answering the phone.
"Ms. Young. Tessa" She corrects herself. "Mr. Vance is leaving for the day and is on his way to your office." She says with a hint of amusement in her voice. She is warning me because Harry and I are in here. She must be able to sense how irresistible Harry can be. I flush and thank her before climbing off my desk.
"He's coming in here, stand over there." I gently push Harry towards the window.
"Rain check then?" He smirks and there is a knock on my door.
"Hey, its you again." The guy in the navy suit says as we walk down the hall.
"And it's you again." I smile.
His eyes dart to Harry who is standing next to me. "I'm Harry." He says to the man.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Trevor, I work in finance." He tells Harry. "Well I will see you around." He smiles and walks away.
When we walk into my office Harry grabs my wrist and turns me to face him.
"What the hell was that?" He spits. Is he joking? I look down at my wrist in his hands and take that as a no. His grip isn't tight but it holds me in place.
"What?"
"That guy." He huffs.
"What about him? I just met him this morning in the elevator." I pull my wrist away.
"It didn't seem like you just met, the two of you were just flirting in front of me."
"What?" I can't help but laugh. "You're insane if you think that was flirting, I was being polite and so was he. Why would I flirt with him?" I try to keep my voice down. Causing a scene in my office will not be good for me.
"Why wouldn't you? He was nice and clean cut, suit and all." Harry says.
He seems more hurt and worried than angry. My instincts tell me to cuss him out and tell him to get the hell out, but I decide to take a different approach. Just like when he was breaking things at his father's house.
"Is that what you think? That I want someone like him, someone unlike you?" I ask in a gentle voice. He is taken aback, I know he expected me to blow up at him. He contemplates what to say next.
"I don't know.. maybe." His eyes meet mine.
"Well you're wrong, as usual." I smile. I need to talk to him about this later, but my need to make sure he knows he has nothing to worry about overpowers my need to correct him.
"I am sorry if you think I was flirting with him, I wasn't. I wouldn't do that to you." I assure him. His eyes soften and I bring my hand up to his cheek. How can one person be so strong yet so weak.
"I..okay." He says. I laugh and caress his cheek. I love catching him off guard.
"Why would I flirt with him if I have you?" I say. His eyes flutter and he finally smiles. I am relieved that I am learning how to disengage the bomb that is Harry.
"I love you. I am sorry for blowing up like that." He says and presses his lips to mine.
"I accept your apology now let me show you my office!" I say in a cheery voice.
"I don't deserve you." He says quietly, too quietly. I choose to ignore it and keep my uplifting attitude.
"So what do you think?" I beam.
He chuckles and listens intently as I show him every detail, every book on the shelf and the empty picture frame on my desk.
"I was thinking I want to put a picture of us here." I tell him. We have never taken any pictures together, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind until I placed the empty frame there. Harry doesn't seem like the type who would smile for a camera, even on a cell phone.
"Oh. I don't really do pictures." He confirms my thoughts.
I am a little embarrassed by him shutting it down that way and he notices.
"I mean.. I guess I could take one. Just one though." He strains.
"We will worry about that later." I smile and he seems relieved.
"Now can we move on to how sexy you look in that dress, it's been driving me crazy since I got here." His voice is a full octave deeper and he takes a step towards me. My body heats immediately, his words never cease to unravel me.
"You're lucky I didn't open my eyes this morning, if I would have.." He traces his fingertips along the neckline of my dress. "I wouldn't have let you leave."
He brings his other hand to the hem of my dress and caresses my thigh.
"Harry.." I warn him. My voice betrays me and comes out as more of a moan.
"What babe.. you don't want me to do this?" He lifts me up and sits me on the edge of my desk. Oh.
"It's.. " My thoughts are clouded by his lips against my neck. I dig my fingers into his hair and he nips at my skin. "We can't.. someone could come in.. or something." The words are jumbled and don't make much sense. He puts his hands on my thighs and opens them further.
"There is a lock on the door for a reason.. I really want to take you right here, on this desk. Or maybe against the window." His mouth travels lower on my chest. The idea of what he is proposing sends electricity through my body. His fingers brush over the lace on my panties and he sucks a breath through his teeth.
"You're killing me." He groans as he looks between my legs to see the white lace set I bought yesterday. I can't believe I am letting this happen, on a desk in new office on the second day of my internship. The idea thrills me as much as it terrifies me.
"Lock the.." I begin but we are interrupted by the shrill ring of my phone. I lean back and scramble t answer.
"Hello? Tessa Young speaking." I say. I really need to ask around and see how I should be answering the phone.
"Ms. Young. Tessa" She corrects herself. "Mr. Vance is leaving for the day and is on his way to your office." She says with a hint of amusement in her voice. She is warning me because Harry and I are in here. She must be able to sense how irresistible Harry can be. I flush and thank her before climbing off my desk.
"He's coming in here, stand over there." I gently push Harry towards the window.
"Rain check then?" He smirks and there is a knock on my door.

Harry leaves shortly after him and Mr. Vance bicker about a football game. I apologize to him for having a visitor but he brushes it off, telling me that Harry is like family and he is welcome to come by anytime. Visions of Harry making love to me on the desk take over my imagination and Mr. Vance has to repeat what he said three times before I come back to reality.
I go back to reading the manuscript, I am so into it that I don't realize it is after five when I check the time again. I am an hour late to leave and I have a missed call from Harry. When I get to my car I call him back but he doesn't answer. When I get to my room, I am surprised to see Steph on her bed. I almost forgot she lives here too, she is never here.
"Long time no see." I joke and sit down my purse before pulling off my heels.
"Yea.." She says and sniffles.
"Are you okay? What happened?' I sit on her bed with her.
"I think Tristan and I broke up." She sobs. It is a strange sight to see Steph crying, she is usually so strong and sassy.
"Why? What do you mean you think?" I ask and put my hand on her back to comfort her.
"Well, we got in a fight and I broke up with him but I didn't mean it. I don't know why I did it, I was just pissed because he was sitting with her and I know how she is."
"Who?" I ask, even though I somehow know who she is talking about.
"Molly. You should have seen how she was flirting with him and hanging on his every word."
"But she knows you two are together, isn't she your friend?"
"She doesn't care about that, she will do anything to get male attention." She says and wipes her eyes. My already strong dislike of Molly has grown even more as I watch Steph cry.
"I don't think Tristan would go for her, I see the way he looks at you. He really cares about you. I think you should call him and apologize." I suggest.
"What if he is with her?"
"He's not." I assure her. I really don't see Tristan running off with the pink haired snake.
"How do you know? Sometimes you think you know people but you don't." She says and looks into my eyes. "H.." She is cut off by the door opening.
"Hey.." Harry says as he takes in the scene in front of him. "Uhmm... should I come back?" He shifts uncomfortably. Harry isn't the type to comfort a crying girl. Friend or not.
"No, I am going to go find Tristan and try to apologize." She stands. "Thank you Tessa." She hugs me and looks at Harry. They exchange awkward glances before she exits the room.
"Are you hungry?" He asks after kissing me hello.
"Yea actually I am." I tell him. I should do some homework for the classes I still have but I am ahead anyway. I really have no idea how or when Harry actually works.
"I was thinking after we get something to eat, you could call Karen or Liam and see what I should wear to the .. you know. the wedding." The mention of Liam's name tugs at my heart. I haven't talked to him in a few days and I miss him. I want to tell him about my internship and maybe even about Harry and I. I haven't decided that yet, but I still want to talk to him.
"Yea, I will call Liam. I am excited for the wedding." I tell him. I need to get something to wear to the wedding as well.
"Yea, me too. I am so thrilled. Could I be more excited?" He rolls his eyes and I laugh.
"Well, I am glad you are going. It means a lot to your father and Karen." I praise and he shakes his head.
He has came a long way in the few short months that I have known him.
"Yea.. yea. Let's go eat." He grumbles and grabs my jacket off the chair.
"Let me change first, geez." I groan. I feel his eyes on me as I undress and grab jeans and a WSU sweatshirt out of my dresser and put them on quickly.
"You look adorable, sexy office woman by day and cute college girl by night." He teases. My stomach flutters at his words and I lean up on my toes to kiss his cheek.
We decide to go to the mall and eat before we shop for what to wear. I call Liam as we sit down and he tells me that he will ask his mother what Harry should wear and call me back.
"We can find your outfit first I guess?" He suggests.
"I don't know what to wear either." I laugh.
"Well you have the luxury of looking beautiful regardless of what you wear." He says.
"That is not true, you definetly pull off that 'I don't give a crap how I look but I look flawless' look."
"I do, don't I?" He gives me a cocky smirk and I roll my eyes.
"It's Liam." I tell him and answer my ringing phone.
"Hey, so she said it would be best if you wear white, and at least try to get Harry in dress pants and a tie. I don't think they are expecting much from Harry." He laughs.
"Okay, well I will do my best to get him in a tie."
"Good luck. How is your internship going?"
"It's good, well great actually. It's a dream come true, I can't believe it. I have my own office and I basically get paid to read all day. It's perfect. How are classes? I miss literature."
Harry's face turn into a frown and I follow his eyes to the middle of the food court. Zayn, Louis, and a guy that I have never met before are walking toward us. Zayn gives me a friendly wave and I smile before thinking about it. Harry glares at me and stands up from the table.
"I'll be right back." He says and walks away from me. I try to continue my conversation with Liam and watch Harry at the same time.
"Yea, literature isn't the same without you but I am so happy for you. At least Harry hasn't been in class so I don't have to deal with him." Liam says.
"What do you mean he hasn't been in class? Well besides today? He was there yesterday. Right?"
"No, I figured he dropped again since you left and he obviously can't be more than ten feet away from you at all times." He teases and my heart warms.
I look over at Harry who has his back to me and his shoulders seem stiff from here. The guy who I don't recognize has a slick smile on his face and Zayn is shaking his head. Louis seems uninterested in them and focuses on checking out a group of girls walking by. Harry takes a step towards the guy and I cant tell if they are messing around or not.
"I'm so sorry Liam but I will call you back." I say and hang up. I leave Harry and I's trays on the table and hope no one messes with the remainder of our food.
"Hey Tessa, how are you?" Zayn asks and moves forward to hug me. I feel myself flush and politely hug him back. I know better than to look up at Harry when our embrace ends. Zayn's hair is sticking straight up in the front in a very hot, messy way. He is wearing all black and his leather jacket has patches all over the front and back.
"Harry aren't you going to introduce her?" The stranger says. He smiles and it gives me chills, I can tell he is not a nice guy.
"Uhm, yea. This is my friend Tessa, Tessa this is Jace." Harry waves between us.
Friend? I feel like I have just been kicked in the stomach. I try my best to hide my humiliation and smile.
"Do you go to WSU?" I ask. My voice is much more composed than I feel inside.
"Hell no, I don't do the college thing." He chuckles coolly. "But if all the girls there looked like you, I would be reconsider."
I gulp and wait for Harry to say something. Oh right, I am his friend. Why would he? I stay silent and wish I would have just stayed at the table.
"We are going to the docks tonight, you two should make an appearance." Zayn says.
"We can't. Maybe next time." Harry says. I think about saying I can, but I am too pissed off to speak.
"Why not?" Jace asks.
"She has to work tomorrow, I suppose I can drop by later. Alone." He adds.
"That's too bad." Jace smiles at me.
Harry clenches his jaw and looks at him. I feel like I am missing something. Who is this guy anyway? His sandy blonde hair falls over his eyes and he shakes his head to move it.
"Yea, I'll hit you up later when I am on my way." Harry says and I stalk away.
I hear Harry's boots stomping behind me but I keep walking. He doesn't call my name, I am sure he doesn't want his friends to think anything but he keeps following me. I walk faster and dip into Macy's and turn a sharp corner, hoping to lose him. With no such luck, he grabs my elbow and turns me to face him.
"What is wrong?" His annoyance is obvious.
"Oh I don't know Harry!" I shout. An elderly woman looks at me and I give her an apologetic smile.
"Me either! You are the one who just hugged Zayn!" He yells. We are already attracting an audience but I am fuming so I don't care at the moment.
"Are you embarrassed of me or something? I mean I get it, I am not exactly the cool girl but I thought.."
"What? No! Of course I'm not embarrassed of you. Are you crazy?" He huffs. I feel crazy at the moment.
"Why did you introduce me as your friend? You keep talking about living together and then you tell them we are friends? What are you going to do, hide me? Not tell anyone? I won't be anyone's secret. If I am not good enough for your friends to know we are together then I don't want to be." I turn on my heel and walk away after my speech. .
"Tessa! Damn it.." He says and follows me through the store. I reach the dressing rooms and glance at them.
"I will follow you." He says reading my thoughts.
"Take me home. Now." I demand and head towards the exit of the store. I stay quiet and at least ten feet ahead of Harry as we walk out of the mall and to his car. He moves to open the door for me but backs away when I glare at him. If I were him I would keep my distance.
I stare out the window and think of all the terrible things I could say to him but I don't. I am mostly embarrassed that he feels like he can't tell people we are together. I know I am not like his friends and they probably all think I am a loser or not cool enough but that shouldn't matter to him. I find myself wondering if Zayn would hide our relationship from his friends, and I can't help but think that he wouldn't. Come to think of it Harry has never actually called me his girlfriend. I probably should have waited to sleep with him until he at least confirmed we are dating.
"Are you done throwing a fit?" He asks as we pull onto the highway.
"A fit? You aren't serious!" My voice fills his small car.
"I don't know why it is such a big deal to you that I called you my friend, that's not what I meant. I was just caught off guard." He lies. I can tell he is lying by the way his eyes dart away from mine. He could have easily introduced me as his girlfriend.
"If you are embarrassed of me then I don't want to see you anymore." I say. I dig my nails into my leg to keep from crying.
"Don't say that to me." He runs his hand over his hair and takes a deep breath. "Tessa, why do you assume I am embarrassed of you? That is just fucking ridiculous." He growls.
"Have fun at your party tonight."
"I am not going, I just said that so Jace would lay off." Harry says.
"If you aren't embarrassed of me then take me to the party." I say. I know it's a terrible idea but I want to prove my point.
"Absolutely fucking not." He says through his teeth.
"Exactly." I snap.
"I am not taking you there because Jace is a dick for one. Two, it is not the kind of place you should be."
"Why not? I can handle myself." I remind him.
"Jace and his friends are way out your league Tessa, hell they are even out of my league. They are all stoners and scum."
"Then why are you friends with him?" I roll my eyes.
"There is a big difference in being friendly and friends."
"Well why would Zayn hang out with him then?"
"I don't know, Jace isn't one of those guys that you say no to." He explains.
"So you're afraid of him. That's why you didn't say anything when he came onto me." I point out. Jace must be really bad if Harry is afraid of him.
Harry surprises me by laughing. "I am not afraid of him, I just don't want to provoke him. He likes games and if I provoked him with you he would turn you into a game." His knuckles turn white from his grip on the steering wheel.
"Well good thing we are just friends." I say and look out the window at the beautiful view of the city passing by. I know I am acting childish but I can't help it. I am not perfect, I am emotional and pissed off.
"Tessa.. just stop." He begs.
"Harry you really hurt my feelings by calling me your friend." I admit. Now that I know how big of a creep Jace is I am a little more understanding why he did it but that doesn't make it hurt less.
"I know, I am sorry baby. I swear to you I didn't mean it that way." He says and puts his hand on my thigh. I almost push his hand off but I decide against it.
"Can I come inside?" He asks as he pulls into the parking lot of my dorm.
"I guess." I groan dramatically and get out of the car.

To be continued


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