*Harry’s POV*
Reagan is so maddening! Part of me knew that if I had sex with her she would start acting weird and different. She didn't care if I looked at her or not after all of those times I fingered her. She didn't even take the comments that I said seriously then. I am angrier at myself for letting her get to me. Maybe I could have been nicer, and possibly not called her a bipolar bitch. Maybe I could have looked at her when I came in the office at least, but I was seriously just not trying to make a scene in front of Dr. B. I texted her and told her she’s fit. Is that not enough? That worked on everyone else. My mum was talking about how Gemma is coming home Wednesday from uni and how I needed to make sure to clear any plans for that day because family would be coming over and she was going to cook. I was only half listening when she pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Harry I still don’t understand why you didn’t get any petrol for your car.”

“I forgot. It’s my mistake for not paying close enough attention to the gauge.” I really did forget. I really did need to go get petrol when I brought Reagan over this morning, but my focus was clearly elsewhere. Then when I dropped her off at her place I was too tired to get out of the car to pump so I just said fuck it.

“You’ve got to be more responsible with the car my love.”

“I know, I said I’m sorry...fuck!”

“Harry!”

“Sorry!” I smiled impishly at my mum then bit my cheeks to keep from laughing. That curse kind of just slipped, and though she was trying to look at me sternly I saw her turn her head to try not to laugh as well.

Reagan still hasn’t texted me back yet and the amused feeling I just had less than 2 minutes ago is now gone and replaced with aggravation. I know my mum noticed my mood shift because she started talking and saying goofy things to get me to smile again, but it didn’t work.

“Harry, do you remember when we used to play scrabble when I would come visit you at the hospital?”

“Yes.”

“How about a game when we get back home?” I looked at my mum and forced myself to give her a small smile and agreed.

*Reagan’s POV*
I heard the door to my apartment unlock and laughter when the door closed. I sat up in my bed and winced again. I can’t believe I’m still sore. I tried my hardest not to, but I couldn’t control the dream that I had about Harry and I again. He just hurt my feelings so bad, and I still want to sleep with him again. There has to be something wrong with me. I have to put my guard back up when it comes to him, but when I think about it, I don’t think I had a very strong one up when I met him in the first place. Channel and Laurie saw me sitting in the middle of my bed and rushed me causing me to fall backwards. I welcomed the distraction and turned on the television while we all sat in the bed.

“Where were you guys at? When I got back the place was empty.” I asked trying to make conversation.

“Laurie took me for a jog around London today. It’s totes beautiful here. We went through some of the city and even over by some country side. Then we got on the London eye. I love it here.” I smiled genuinely happy that Laurie showed Channel a good time.

“I’m jealous. I haven’t even been on the London eye yet Laurie.” I pouted and looked at Laurie who pouted back at me and batted her eyelashes in return.

“How was session today?” she asked drawing her and Channel’s attention to me.

“It was good.” My stomach twisted as I remembered the text I got from Harry, but I was proud of myself for not showing my emotions towards the matter. How twisted is that?

“Are you still crushing on the little fucker? What was his name again? Harry? How old is he anyway Rea?” Channel chuckled at me and Laurie joined her. If they only knew what was really going on.

“No I’m not. I decided that it was inappropriate and unprofessional. He’s 19.” And beautiful, and I lost my virginity to him last night, and we just got into an argument about an hour and a half ago, and all I can think about is sleeping with him again, and I’m pathetic, and I wish that I could tell you but I can’t.

“Cougar” Channel said causing her and Laurie to laugh, I chuckled but the comment kind of put me off.

“He’s actually really hot. I can see why you liked him.” My head snapped up and I looked at Laurie. I had totally forgotten that she had met him at his welcome home party. She started to talk about the party and Niall. She doesn’t mention that I kissed Harry or that he fingered me in the corner that night and it puts me at ease to know that no one saw us and no one is the wiser.

We decided to go out for drinks instead of the club tonight seeing that it was only a Monday and there would probably not be much club activity going on. I was on my third tequila sunrise and fourth round of shots, definitely feeling a buzz from the alcohol. Liquid courage entered my veins and I decided to text both Peyton and Harry.

To: Peyton x♥x
Hey handsome, what are you doing
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What are you doing?

Within two minutes I received a text back from Peyton.

From: Peyton x♥x
Hey lovely, I’m out with some of the lads I was just thinking about you actually.

Ten minutes later I received a text from Harry.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What do you want?

Harry’s text made me cringe and then start to get angry. He has the audacity to still have an attitude and I did nothing wrong.

To: Peyton x♥x
Really, what about me exactly was on your mind?

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
To talk to you obviously. Why else would I have texted you?

Myself, Channel, and Laurie downed what was now our fifth shot and fourth drink before the two of them got up and started dancing on the mini dance floor to a mix of Ke$ha’s Crazy Kids. I decided to stay on the bar stool to order another drink while continuing conversations.

From: Peyton x♥x
I really like you Reagan. A lot and I didn’t know that it would be as much as I do....

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Have you decided to stop acting like a goddamn toddler? Otherwise, I have nothing to say to you.

With the text coming in the way that they did it was clear for me to see who I wanted and who I needed to back off of. Harry is so damned infuriating!

To: Peyton x♥x
I like you a lot too Peyton. I really do...

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
No Harry why do you have to be so rude?! You’re so fucking ridiculous!

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I’m ridiculous yet you text me? What the fuck do you want from me Reagan?!

From: Peyton x♥x
This is not by any means how I wanted to do this, but since you let me know how you feel, I don’t want to wait anymore....

From: Peyton x♥x
Will you be mine? My girlfriend that is?

Both Peyton's and Harry’s texts almost came in at exactly the same time and my vision became blurry from my alcohol intake. When I realized what I texted and who I texted it was too late.

To: Peyton x♥x
I want you! that’s it, that’s all!

From: Peyton x♥x
Haha! You’ve just made me so happy you have no idea Reagan! I didn’t realize how passionate you were about it.

When I noticed that Harry had not texted me back, I went to reread my text messages. I sent Peyton the wrong one.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I like you but, I don’t think I can do this anymore...

As I read and reread my texts my heart jumped in my throat and before I had the chance to make it right Channel and Laurie pulled me out of my dazed state to dance with them.

Notes

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