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Jilted Lovers

Scarlett’s POV

As my eyes fluttered open, I was momentarily confused. Gone were the modern walls of Harry’s bedroom, everything seemed a bit more homely. As I sat up and glanced around the room, I remembered I was no longer in London, but in Harry’s bedroom. We had gotten in late the night before and after Anne avowed me to a bedroom, I was quick to fall asleep. Harry, ever the gentleman, slept in his sister’s former room, not wanting to give his mom the wrong idea.

I yawned, stretching my arms over my head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a bit later than I liked waking, but I didn’t mind it too much. With Harry’s constant partying, it wouldn’t surprise me if he were still asleep.

Climbing out of bed, I walked over to Harry’s closet, checking to see if he had any sweaters for me to burrow into, as it was a bit chilly in his room. I grabbed one of his old Jack Willis hoodies, probably from his preteen days, and slipped it over my head before heading down to the kitchen. I could hear Anne and Harry in the kitchen and I was in shock that he managed to wake up before me.

“Oh, I’m sorry Scarlett, I hope we didn’t wake you, “Anne apologized and waved me over. I shook my head, yawning at her, and sat beside Harry at the kitchen table, leaning my head on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and it felt so natural, as though we had been waking up like this for years.

I shook my head, not wanting Anne to think she had woken me. “Oh, not at all. I’m surprised Harry hasn’t made fun of the fact that he managed to wake up before me,” I teased, poking him in the side. When we were working, Harry and I ran a tight shift; I usually woke up before he did to get him ready for the day.

“I tried, mum told me to be nice.” I stuck my tongue out at harry and poked him in his side once more, letting him know it wasn’t nice to make fun. It hurt to know that this could be our life, we could be together without a care in the world, if only I didn’t work for him. I often weighed my options, if I quit, I could find a job somewhere in the city, but that meant I would see him less than I do now. And I couldn’t be one of those girls that didn’t work and just travelled the world with him, I would feel horrible and I’m sure everyone would assume I was just using him. I just wanted to be more than just his stylist.

Anne excused herself from the kitchen, making a comment about needing to run some errands and soon it was just Harry and I, alone at last. Harry had a mischievous grin on his lips and it wasn’t long before his lips connected with mine and I could taste the mint of his toothpaste on his breath. I giggled, pulling away from him kiss and wrapped my arms around my neck.

“What’s on the agenda, Harold?” I asked as I hung from his neck. Harry took a look at what I was wearing and his eyes went wide in delight.

“Damn, Scar. If I had a girl like you in high school to have let wear my clothes, I would’ve gotten into loads more trouble,” he murmured as his fingers slipped under the band of the hoodie, tracing along my flesh. I had to draw the line somewhere; Harry and I couldn’t do everything when we weren’t even a couple yet. I gripped onto his hand, stopping him from going any further and took a step back.

“Harry, you didn’t bring me all the way here to fondle my boobs,” I nearly shouted, my cheeks growing hot from the crassness of my words. Harry looked away ashamedly and ran his hands through his hair.

“Sorry,” he muttered and pushed past me, heading back upstairs to the bedroom he was staying in. If it weren’t for the sound of the shower turning on, I wouldn’t have known what he was doing.Part of me debated on taking a shower of my own, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with his temper tantrum. Instead, I changed into my workout clothes and left the house, wanting to go for a jog. If Harry wasn’t going to tell me what we were going to do while we were here, I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him.

I needed the fresh air to clear my head and think about what I was doing with my life. For so long I had convinced myself that this was for the best, that playing ‘girlfriend’ with Harry while we were on break was as good as it was going to get, so I should embrace it, but I wasn’t going to stand for being mistreated, or used. Part of me wondered if I was overreacting.

It was normal for guys to want to kiss their girls and I shouldn’t have been so rude towards him for trying, and even worse, I had simply left instead of trying to stick around and find a solution. I was behaving like a child, I realized, just as harry had when he stormed off, and it wasn’t going to do any good to either of us. With a sigh, I turned back towards the direction of his house and jogged back.

When I got back inside, a shirtless Harry was pacing back and forth in the living room, his towel wrapped around his hips and his hair dripping wet. “Where have you gone?!” he shouted at me, earning a wince. I bit my lip slightly, afraid of this side to Harry. He rarely was angry with me and I didn’t know how to respond.

“I-I went for a jog,” I stammered, holding onto my right arm as I stood against the door. That answer didn’t seem good enough for Harry and it was now that I realized how badly I had worried him.

“A jog? Why would you not just get in the shower? Goddamnit Scarlett, I was worried sick!” I stared out the window as he yelled, wanting it to be over. He reminded me of Xander more than ever at this moment and I needed it to pass, I needed to pretend like it never happened and have my Harry back.

“You just walked away without a word. What was I supposed to think?” I finally asked, gaining the voice that I never seemed to find whenever it was just Xander and I.

“I needed to cool off! You’re so hot and cold Scarlett, Christ. One minute you’re okay with us kissing, and the next, you act like I’m not allowed to touch you.” Harry’s voice fell a few octaves but it was still unsettling to say the least.

“No, Harry, I do. I just…I don’t want to be that girl that just lets some guy get his fill of her before running off with the next girl,” I said, shaking my head. It was a stupid fear, I know. Harry had given me no indication that he was using me and yet, I seemed to jump to the worst conclusions about him. He looked like I had insulted him and the more I thought about it, I realized I had.

“Scarlett, if you think that I’m the kind of guy to do that then maybe we don’t need to be doing this at all,” he said quietly. No, I didn’t want that.

“No, Harry, what are you saying?” I stepped towards him, reaching out for his hand.

Harry pulled away from my grasp and backed away towards the stairs. “Go back on your jog. I’ll uh, see you for dinner then,” he added and without awaiting my reply, Harry went back to the bedroom, leaving me downstairs, a mess.


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Would love more of this story. :)

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I love this story please continue it. The 22 chapters I've read already have been amazing and I want to see where Harry and Scarlett end up..

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Definitely! Please do continue!