“Are you sure you want to know what happened?” Harry asked me, furrowing his eyebrows in the cutest way possible. He remained still in the same position, pushing away the thickest layer of the duvet from his body, revealing his bare chest and his boxers.


I swallowed hard, taking in his irresistibility before nodding, his dark green eyes locking on mine. His face, serious.



“We had sex.” He blatantly said. I waited a couple seconds for an outburst of laughter, for any sign of him joking. But, there was none. I mean, sure, I wouldn’t mind if we had but, not while I’m in a relationship. And sure, maybe Sean isn’t as faithful to me as I am to him, but that doesn’t change anything. I still have my own personal morals and beliefs. I would never cheat on Sean because it’s against everything I stand for.



“What?” I sighed. There wasn’t enough energy in my voice to remain as enthusiastic as it always is. I was too disappointed in myself.



“Relax. I’m kidding.” He said.



I slapped his arm, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to let him know that he had just made me mad.



“Well, what happened?” I asked eagerly. If we hadn’t had sex, I want to know why I was barely clothed and why Harry was too. Then, again, he’s always naked. That’s one thing about him that hasn’t changed.



“You were drunk off your arse when we started dancing then, you saw something...” His voice trailed off.



My eyes left him.



“Is that when I saw Sean?”



I would never forget my encounter with Sean, no matter how intoxicated I was. See, he made me feel like I was of no real worth and irrelevant to him and I could never forget that feeling.



Harry nodded his head, continuing to remind me of the events of last night. Small details of last night slowly crept their way back to my memory allowing me to remember some things. For instance, I kept reminding Harry of how much I hated him.




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“Can’t I get one more drink? Pleeeeeease?” I slurred.



“I think you’ve had enough.” he laughed.



“I hate you.”



“You’ve only said that about a hundred times now.” He spat before biting into his burrito.



“I only hate you because you left me.”




Harry’s mouth held the 'o' shape, in effect to my hurtful words. I, then, proceeded to be that really stupid drunk girl you know, the one who thinks she’s so invincible that she can dance on tables. Yeah, that was me.



“Charlie, get down.”



I wouldn’t get down even if you paid me.



Harry took matters into his own hands, literally. He grabbed me, by my legs and hurled me over his shoulder and that was the last thing I remember...





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“After getting you down off the table, I didn’t want to take you home drunk so I brought you here and I called your mom and asked her if it would be ok if you stayed the night.” His words were enough for me to extract more of our eventful night.




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He brought me into his bedroom and the first thing I remember was him removing his shirt. I remember that because I sat on his bed admiring his body. From his toned chest to his fit abs. And those four nips were no stranger to me; his recent tan, calling attention to his competent body.



“Do you remember what we used to do in here?” I questioned looking around the room. Nothing about the room changed. Even in my drunken state, the memories of us burned my mind. Those memories were a constant reminder that things aren’t what they used to be.



Harry ignored me to explore his closet, looking for something.



“How about we take a little trip down memory lane?” I said trying to sound sexy but I probably sounded ridiculous. I bit my lip enticingly and made myself perfectly comfortable on his bed. It’s a good thing Harry’s back was turned to me because I was making a fool of myself.



“Put this on” he said quickly tossing me a t-shirt. With my lip still wedged in between my teeth, I stood to remove the dress from my body, leaving me in my arousing black lace underwear and bra.



“You know, Harold if you really want to get in my pants, now would be the time to do it.” I said, inching closer to him leaving the t-shirt on his bed. I watched him gulp nervously in an attempt to look away, but he couldn’t quite find the strength to do it.



“I want you to sleep in this.” Harry said walking away from me, to pick up the shirt that I abandoned on the bed.



“Or, I can sleep in nothing…”



“Put this shirt on now!” He demanded sternly, throwing the shirt at me.



“No!” I fought back.



He walked over to me, holding me still so I couldn’t wriggle away as he put the shirt over my head. I felt like such a child as he helped me bring my arms through its sleeves. Once the shirt was on, he got his bed ready for me to sleep in.



“Now go to sleep.”



It hurt. Being rejected by him was the worst feeling in the world. I made it so easy for him to want me but still he didn’t want me. What was I doing wrong? Harry walked out for a couple minutes, returning with an extra blanket and pillow. He threw them to the carpet, preparing himself for sleep on the floor. He slipped out of his pants and he lied down.



“Sleep with me.” I desperately yearned.



He sat up from the floor to look at me, confused and possibly annoyed.



“Please? I need you.”



Without hesitation, he got up from the floor. He lied next to me, my backside against his front, wrapping his arms warmly and securely around me, keeping me close to him. It was nice. But, it wasn’t what I meant.



“Why won’t you sleep with me?” I asked the hurt hitched deep in the tone of my voice.



“That’s what I’m trying to do, Charlie.” Harry replied, softly.



“No. Not like this.”



He sighed before whispering in my ear, “You’re way too drunk, princess. You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.” It was quiet for a while, until I felt him move closer to me, if that’s possible. We were already as physically close as can be.



“We can’t do it like this.” He added.



I felt his warm breath fan over my neck, before his lips exerted a gentle kiss to it. I began to feel my eyelids flutter shut. Memories of him clouded my mind. I forgot all about the indescribable feeling when his lips were against my skin. It was mesmerizing.



“Tomorrow morning when you wake up you won’t remember this night. And when I make love to you again, I want you to remember everything.”



He pressed another delicate kiss to the skin just below my ear.



His touch alone was enough to spark something in me. But, alongside his words, I was slowly giving into him. And though I really wanted nothing more than to physically feel loved, he made me feel loved in other ways which, in my opinion, was better than sex.



“I want you to remember everything you feel.”



His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I could still feel his warm breath against my neck. It was comforting. He kissed my neck slowly one last time, before speaking one last time.



“Goodnight, Charlie.”




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My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, turning a very unnatural shade of red, as I remembered the events of last night. The things I did and said, the things that Harry said were now cultivated into my head and they gave me a warm feeling.



“I’m so sorry,” is the only thing I could muster up enough courage to say. I had only hoped that Harry didn’t think that I just wanted to have sex with him. That wasn’t in my intentions at all.



“Don’t be sorry. I had fun.” He smiled so lovely and again, I felt some warmth in my chest. It was weird, because I think that I may be falling for this ass-hole all over again.

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