The Bad Boy’s Girl

Harry walked into my house and called the door behind him, locking it with a smile on his face. He turned his head to face me and my hands I immediately flew to his chest? His hands grabbing my waist making me smile before his lips pressed to mine, it was a more rough kiss, but I didn't mind.

"What's gotten into you today?" He said in between the kisses. I ran my hand through his hair, pushing him close to me.

Without saying anything. I had began to walk backwards bumping into the couch. His lips moved onto my shoulder and I gasp as he did. his hands caressed my body. He pulled back from me. His eyes looking into mine.

"What's gotten into you today?" He asked again, his words soothing.

I shrugged my shoulders. "You?"

"I'm okay." He said softly. "you're trying to turn me on? This isn't normal." He smiled.

"Something new wouldn't hurt would it." I told him. "You like your girls more playful."

"Who told you that?" He said softly. his eyes staring into my soul.

"Some girl, a blonde." My hands roamed his body. He caught my hand before it had reached dor a specific area.

"In my first class. She's popular." I confessed. "She use to hang around you?"

He looked at me confused, and then his face was unreadable. "Candice. Of course." He ran his hands through his hair.

"was she your girlfriend?" I asked him.

he shook his head and then let out a sigh. "more like friends with benefits." He looked away from me. "For a while. I mean she wasn't the only girl but she was more dependable."

I looked away from him. His hand slowly reached for mine, but I pulled away regretting when I did. His eyes saddened.

"What?" He asked.

I didn't say anything for a while. But eventually I did. "I was just like them." I said. My voice sounding off. I didn't look at him.

"no." He said. He was obviously lying. "At first yes, and then after a while We talked. You cared, and I don't know. No one has ever-" he stopped.

I waited for him to finish but he didn't. I closed my eyes, turning around from him tears running down my face now. What if he used me when he took my virginity.

"Please don't kick me out again." He said, his voice breaking my heart. I closed my eyes tightly. "Sarah?" He said impatiently.

"You aren't like those other girls." He said softly. "You mean so much more." His hand slightly grabbing mine but I yanked away.

He didn't say anything. Neither did I. So much was rambling through my head. I should let him go, maybe he didn't want to do this, Us.

His voice off. "Please look at me." his hand touch my shoulder and then I turned to face him. "Isn't it obvious." He said, his hand caressing my cheek, lifting my head so I can be looking at him. He looked so vunerable.

"What?" I said. Fresh tears forming in my eyes. his eyes starring into mine I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to fight with him. Why was I fighting with him?

He frowned slightly, and then straightened his face. "Sarah, I love you."

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