~Ryann P.O.V~

I sat on the counter swinging my legs mindlessly. It was about noon and Charlotte was not out of her room. I didn't want to wake her incase she was sad about her date and was crying all night and grieving all morning. I had already ate a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and texted Channing all morning.

There was nothing good on t.v. despite it being a Saturday. I was stuck in my daydream before I heard a loud yawn emerge from upstairs. I could hear slow, tired, and heavy footsteps on the staircase. I looked through the square hole in the wall in the kitchen and hurried over to the sleepy person.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked Harry.

"I was getting breakfast," he replied confused.

"No! Why are you here in my house?" I asked again.

"Charlotte and I went on our date, then we caught a film, and then we came back here," he told me casually.

"What happened when you came back?" I questioned.

"I went to bed. Anymore questions?" I didn't believe him, so I hummed and let him through to the kitchen.

I walked upstairs to see Charlotte fully awake in bed.

But she was naked.

"Hey. How was your date?" I asked.

I sat on the edge of her bed, cautious of any...fluids that were on the bed.

"It was amazing, Ryann," she expressed.

"We ate a beautiful dinner, then saw a hilarious film, and came back here."

"What happened when you came back here. I was asleep you know," I pointed out obviously.

"We had the best night. Harry was just... Woah! It was like he knew different ways of pleasuring me and talked to me differently. He made me beg, Ryann. Like a toddler wanting candy," she dreamed.

I nodded.

He learned those from me. He made her beg like me. Did he forget that I actually appreciated him more than she did? Or was he just looking for a good shag and I fit his requirements?

"I'm gonna get a drink. Quite parched."

I marched down the stairs and found Harry shoveling cereal into his mouth. I took his bowl and left him at the table with a spoon in his mouth. I poured the milk down the drain and sat the bowl in the sink.

He looked surprised at my actions and pulled the spoon out of his mouth.

"What-" he started.

I interrupted him. "Did you sleep with my sister?"

"Yes. It's what the human body does, when it gets tired," he said talking to me like I was stupid.

"I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that. Did you have intercourse with my sister? Sexual intercourse. Shag. The bang, bang, boom. The hump, screw, pump. Did you have sex with Charlotte, Harry?" I asked frustratedly.

He waited a while before responding to my question.

"I'm sorry," he replied like a child.

I breathed out a fake laugh and ran my hand through my hair.

"That's not a mistake, Harry. It's not an accident. You're not sorry. You just don't want to seem like the bad guy. Too late I guess, huh?" I walked away.

"She's my girlfriend! What? I turn her down because you're jealous," he sneered standing up.

I turned around with a shocked look. I was nowhere near jealous of Harry and Charlotte. I actually felt quite sad for her.

"Jealous? Jealous?" I asked rhetorically in an angry tone.

"What do I need to be jealous of?" I yelled.

I didn't care if Charlotte heard. He tugged on my arm pulling me outside into the backyard. He shushed me with his index finger pushing over his own plump lips.

"Now go on. Yell as LOUD as you want to. I'm ready," he told me yelling a few words himself.

"I have nothing to be jealous of. I have a good body. I have a beautiful face. My hair is long and luscious. My boobs are perky and my ass is round and plump. My arse is bigger than Louis' and that's saying something," I started.

"I have an amazing best friend by my side, every. Waking. Moment, and a boyfriend who loves me," I finished.

He scoffed at my last sentence. "He doesn't love you," he said simply. My jaw dropped. "When did you get the balls to-" he interrupted my sentence. "You and I both know I've had my balls all along," he smirked. "It just took me a while to realize how to use them the right way," he muttered.

"He doesn't love you," he stated again.

"You're wrong," I said behind my teeth.

"He loves me," I shook my head.

"If he loves you, why are we having this conversation? Why did we have sex? Why did you give me a blow job if you two are so in love?"

I turned away from his face. He was right. He was totally right. I didn't know why I cheated on him. He might have been horrible to me, but he never slept with another woman.

None that I had known of.

"Exactly," he said confidently.

"I get it, alright. But you understand one thing," I hissed.

I walked close to him and grabbed his unit. He was in nothing but his boxers, making him tense and breathe in a deep, but sharp breathe.

"This, is mine. And if you feel like tossing it around between me and my sister, you think of me first," I hissed at him.

I squeezed harder making him squeal slightly and curse under his breath. I smirked at the reaction I got from him and kissed his chin.

Because he was so tall -a little over 6ft.- and I was shorter -5'8 ft.- it was the closest I could reach to kiss his face. I released him and he grabbed hisself hissing in pain.

I walked back into the kitchen to see Charlotte walking down the stairs.

"Hey," she put her hand in the air for a split second as a wave.

"Hey," I nodded.

"How's your day starting?" She noticed my heavy breathing and stressed attitude.

I grinned, and walked out the door after replying.

"Feels like someone squeezed my balls."

Notes

I haven't updated in like 5DAYS. I am so sorry. But I have a life too. Lol. No I don't.

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