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My tears had long dried by now, not a single sound leaving my mouth any longer. I had stopped crying over an hour ago but I felt every inch of my insides aching with the pain, reminding me exactly why I had started crying in the first place. My eyes felt ridiculously swollen and I desperately needed to blow my nose but I didn't have the energy to get up. Nor did I particularly want to move out from under Harry.

He was still lying on top of me, arms holding my waist to him and his face buried into my hair. He had barely moved in the past hour but his kisses to my cheeks had stopped. Yet, he still lied there with his face turned towards me, lips resting against my skin as he practically stared a hole through my face. His hold never loosened and his thumb rubbed small circles into my lower back, soothing me unknowingly. His touch was doing wonders and little by little just his presence was enough to lift my spirits, or at least get me to finally talk.

"It was my dad."

His thumb rubbing my lower back had stopped for a moment, my eyes focused on the ceiling as he watched me. "You spoke to your dad?"

"I saw my dad."

I felt his breath fan my cheek, his body moving off of me to lay on his stomach beside me. The hand that was on my back sliding over the front of my stomach while he held himself up on his free elbow to look down at me. "What happened?"

I open my mouth to respond, only to close it immediately after when I hesitate to say it out loud. Saying it out loud made it more real but I suppose it couldn't get much more realer than this. "He was waiting at my door when I got home.
Said he wanted to talk, so we did." I started, holding no room for emotion.

"What did he say?"

"Just that him and my mom are separating. Oh, and he's moving in with Jessica, the same girl he cheated on my mom with."

He didn't answer like I had expected him to and stays quiet instead, thumb resuming its light circles on my stomach. He reaches up with his free hand, lightly pushing my hair from my face as a small frown pulls at his lips. "I'm sorry Em."

I blow a breath out, glancing at him before turning to stare back up at the ceiling. "I don't know why I'm surprised. I shouldn't be. He cheated on her after all and I know my mom enough to also know she would never take back a cheater," I mumble but then my eyebrows pull together tightly in slight anger. "Or maybe she did but found out my dad was still cheating."

"Emmeline, you can't think too much into it. I'm sure there's a lot that went on between them you don't know about. Don't torture yourself wondering what it was."

"How can I not?" My voice cracks and I take a moment to gather myself before forcing my eyes to meet Harry's worried gaze. "I wished countless times for them to just divorce so I didn't have to listen to them fight anymore but that's not what I really wanted." I whisper, subconsciously grasping a strand of his curly hair and watching it wrap around my finger. "I just want to understand what exactly went wrong. The only thing I can blame is my dad's cheating."

He purses his lips, eyes searching my face before he lightly cups my cheek and sighs sadly. "Did you ever think maybe there was more to it then that? Maybe there was something else that lead to your dad's cheating."

I furrow my eyebrows at him in slight annoyance. "Does it matter? Is cheating ever okay in any circumstance?"

"No, I'm not saying that at all baby." He whispers, reaching back for my hand when I pull it away. He holds it in his, bending his head to press his lips against my fingers. "I just mean, there's always something already wrong in the relationship if someone cheats. In most cases at least. I'm not defending him at all Em but maybe it's not entirely his fault."

"I know," I whisper, biting my lip before a confession comes splurging out of my mouth. "It's just that in a way, it feels like he betrayed me too. He had to have known that cheating would have torn our family apart. That's why I'm so-, so mad."

Harry stays silent, only nodding in understanding as his thumb continuously rubs circles while his hand releases mine to run his fingertips down my jaw. They're barely touching me but I feel my skin tingle, spreading down my neck and through the rest of my body. My eyes close at the feeling, lip tucking between my teeth as I took a deep breath through my nose. We stayed lying like that for a few minutes in silence, my mind wandering to not only my parents but what happened with Harry earlier. I wasn't angry at him anymore for lying, if anything I was slightly hurt but the fact he had came here the moment I called with out me having to say a thing, made up for it. I remembered the conversation I had with Cesar and immediately I feel my cheeks burning profusely when I'm reminded of my admittance.

"Why are you blushing?"

I press my lips together, slowly peeling my eyes open and push myself further into my pillow at seeing Harry staring at me. His eyebrow arches when I give him a hesitant shy smile but I inwardly curse myself when I feel my cheeks flare even more. His eyes squint at me suspiciously, tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip.

"You represent a tomato right now. Tell me why you're blushing."

"It's nothing." I mumble but he only scoots closer to me, his body heat pressing into my side. I have the urge to roll away, his body too close to mine and making me suddenly hot. Being close to him is making it hard to maintain my self control that seemed to have nearly diminished with the realization of my feelings for him.

"You're a terrible liar. Did you know that?" He asks, the corner of his lips just faintly pulling into a smirk. I blush harder at seeing it, feeling my chest tighten when he sends me the cutest smile I've ever seen. "Come on, Em. What is it?"

"I was just thinking of how you came over here," I say instead of telling the truth. "You didn't need to do that or any of this. Yet you did. So, thank you."

His smile falters for a moment but then turns into a soft one, his eyes completely genuine as they held mine. "I told you I'd always be here for you if you ever needed to talk. And I meant it."

"But I never actually said I needed to talk."

He shrugs, picking at a fray string hanging off the end of my pillow. "You didn't need to. If you're ever crying, I'll be there to comfort you. Doesn't matter what I'm doing, I'd drop everything for you."

I suck in a quiet breath, heart speeding in my chest at his words as I stare at him. He keeps his gaze on my comforter, pink lips pouted before he slowly lifts his head to lock eyes with me. I'm not sure what he sees on my face, but he reaches out to grasp my hand in his. Fingers slipping through the spaces in mine all while holding my gaze. "I'm sorry."

My eyebrows pull together in confusion, head tilting on the pillow. "What for?"

"For lying." He says quietly. "I don't know why I lied about where I was going to be tonight. I should have just told you the truth."

At the reminder of the person he had been with when I caught him in his lie, I feel myself emotionally retreat and begin to pry my hand away. But he instantly reaches for my hand, pulling it back into his and clasping it tightly. I shake my head at him, a sad forced smile on my face. "You don't need to explain yourself, Harry. If you wanted to spend time with Cameron you should have just told me. But spare me the details."

His forehead pinches together and  he shakes his head hurriedly. "What? No we-, her and I aren't-," he pauses, silently huffing and moving to sit up on his knees as he looked down at me determinedly. "I told you I wasn't interested in her Emmeline."

"Harry, you don't need to lie if you are. We're friends, it's oka-,"

I stop when he rolls his eyes, shaking his head as his jaw clenched and he laughs once with absolutely no humor. "Friends. God, I fucking hate that word." He says, my eyes wide when he looks down at me with a look of slight annoyance. "I don't like her. And she doesn't like me either. If there's anyone she has a crush on, it's you."

Huh?

I blink at him in confusion. "Um, I'm not sure I'm understanding what you mean."

"She thinks you're hot and she'd happily fuck you." He states, eyebrow arching while his eyes dance with amusement. "She's a lesbian, Em."

Relief. Absolute fucking relief is what I feel. Along with surprise, my mouth opening to form a silent 'oh'. I nod slowly, feeling kind of stupid for not catching what he meant the first time and blush even more when his words register. "Well. I didn't expect that." I mumble. "So why lie then?"

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of the water, eyes searching my face before he looks away. "I don't know. It was stupid. I should have just told you what I was doing."

"Well, what were you doing?"

He seems to hesitate but answers before I can wonder why he hesitated in the first place. "I was at the gym with Cameron, boxing." I raise my eyebrows, showing my surprise at the news and he continues. "I used to do it when I was younger just for fun but I recently started taking it up again. It's therapeutic."

"Oh." I say quietly gazing at him as he stares down at my blanket. I can tell he doesn't want to share why exactly he needs to use it as a therapeutic outlet so I don't push him on it. I clear my throat, catching his attention when I give him a small smile. "You can uh, tell Cameron I said thanks for the compliment and um she's pretty too?"

He laughs lightly, eyebrows drawn together as he shook his head. "I rather not. Last thing I want is for her to go after you."

"What? Afraid I'll start batting for the other team?" I tease and he smiles down at me cheekily, falling over me but catching himself on his hands before our bodies can touch. He holds himself up, head hanging over mine and hair curtaining around his face as he smirked down at me. With his lip between his teeth and eyes up to no good, I felt my confidence slip and swallowed thickly.

"Hardly. You and I both know how much you love being fucked by a penis," he says lowly and the heat in my face shoots straight down to my core when he leans closer. His perfect mouth close enough where I can feel his breath against my lips. "You'd miss it too much."

I bit my lip, eyes holding his jade ones. The room felt extremely hot, burning with the growing sexual tension between us. I was so torn about what to do, whether to act on it or laugh and act as if his words hadn't affected me. But as if knowing what I was thinking, Harry takes the initiative to bring a hand up to my face. He traces my jaw with his fingertips, moving in a slow tortuous line towards the corner of my lips. He outlines them, forefinger barely touching me and yet I felt like I was about to catch fire. I held his eye as he moved his finger, hovering his thumb over my lips before pressing down on my bottom one. I instinctively gape my mouth open, letting him pull my lip down with the pad of his thumb. My tongue rests behind my teeth but without thinking too much about it, I poke my tongue just barely out of my mouth until it grazes his thumb. He tastes a little salty and also something similar to cake icing, but the mix brings a whole other wave of heat to flare my body. Harry's bottom lip is tucked so viscously between his teeth I'm sure if he bites any harder, he's going to draw blood.

"Emmeline." He says quietly, voice low and husky. I shiver at the sound of it, forcing my half lidded eyes up to meet his.

"Hm?" Is what I've managed to say as a response, what with his thumb still pulling at my bottom lip. He releases as if he had realized it was muffling my speech, but he goes back to tracing my lips with his forefinger. Green eyes staring at them in a daze.

"I want to kiss you." He whispers, words soft and delicate compared to the lust and emotion swirling in his eyes.

I feel my heart hammer against my ribs at his confession, body thrumming with need and want. The air felt like it was about to be sucked out of my lungs and somehow when I talk it seems like I'm not affected in the slightest. My voice strong and confident compared to his. "What's stopping you?"

"You." He says instantly, eyes flickering up to capture mine. "This fucking friendship is what's stopping me."

"You act like I'm going to reject you."

"Won't you?" He asks in a whisper, head bent over mine as his lips brushed my cheek. "Are you going to push me away if I do? Or are you going to let me in?" I hear the double meaning behind his words and he pulls back, nose bumping mine when his eyes stare into mine so intently I was sure I could combust right then and there. "Which is it going to be baby?"

Regardless of the fact that I had been exhausted just an hour ago, I felt beyond wide awake as his words sunk in. Maybe it was too soon, and maybe I shouldn't give in the same night my dad happened to drop a bomb on me, but despite the constant rollercoaster known as my feelings, the way I felt about Harry were the ones I was absolutely certain of.

I looked him in the eye, my limp hands raising to clasp around the back of his neck. My fingers intertwined with the curls at the nape of his neck, lightly brushing them as I thought of the best way to tell him what I wanted. But then realized, actions were sometimes better than words.

Slowly I raised my head off the bed, tilting it back until I lightly pressed my lips to Harry's. Immediately he kissed me back with more pressure, hand coming up to cup the side of my neck. He breathed in through the kiss, a sigh of relief coming out through his nose. Goosebumps covered my whole body, my blood boiling but in the best way possible. Our lips moved slowly together, so gentle and caring that I might have labeled it the best kiss I've ever had. I felt everything in it, the way he felt about me and how much he really did care. It was as if he was trying his best to portray that into the kiss alone and if he was? It worked.

He pulled back a moment later, both our chests rising and falling quickly. Pressing his forehead against mine he sighed, lips brushing mine as we both slowly opened our eyes at the same time. His thumb caressed my neck he still cupped, eyes staring into mine intently I felt almost hypnotized by them. "You have no idea how special you are to me."

Heart skipping in my chest, I merely smiled at him only to have his face mirror mine. He lightly rubbed his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss and I giggled. It was muffled a second later when Harry crashed his lips to mine again, closed lip grins on both our faces. We moved our lips in sync with one another and it was sweet.  Innocent. That is until his lips begin to move with more fever, hand cupping my neck moving to tangle in my hair. He moved his body more over mine and I instantly opened my legs to rest them on the outside of his hips. He didn't detach himself from me once in the process, his other hand trailing down the length of my body languidly. My fingers tangled in his hair, knotting them into my fists and he groaned against my lips when I gave it a light tug. The hand on my waist slipped further down, palm running over my exposed thigh until he cupped the back of my knee and hitched my leg up around him. Pressing his growing bulge against me in the process.

Ripping my lips away from him to take a breath, I tilted my head back into the pillow. Eyes closing in bliss at the pleasure spreading through my body at the feel of his arousal against me. His lips moved down my jaw, leaving sweet kisses in a trail until he reached the base of my throat. My back arched when he kissed my weak spot, chest pressing to his as my mouth hung in a silent whimper.

I couldn't take it. It was too hot, and with Harry still kissing my neck I sat up carefully. Head lulling back as I shrugged my jacket off my shoulders, tossing it off to the side. Harry sucked and  licked, tongue running in a stripe over the mark he left as he reached for the hem of my tank top. He paused and drew back to pull my top over my head, eyes immediately taking me in the moment I was free.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He whispered, leaning over me until my back was resting against the mattress again.

"Harry." I whispered, hands sliding down his t-shirt. My palms feeling the hardness of his chest and the ridges of the muscle in his stomach.

"What do you want me to do baby?" He asked quietly, mouth ghosting the out shell of my ear. The hand on my leg slowly caressing the outside of my thigh.

"Touch me." I moved a hand down to grasp his hand on my leg, slowly guiding it to where I wanted him. His large palm rested against my clothed center until he carefully began to rub circles. Putting more pressure to get the fabric of my jean shorts to put enough friction against my sensitive nub. I raised my hips into his hand, head digging into my pillow as I bit my lip.

"Not enough." I mumbled and Harry was quick to pop the button of my shorts, working them down my legs but I hadn't realized he took my underwear with it until I felt his skin make contact with my bare slit. I gasped silently, hips jolting as he held me down with one hand and worked my clit with his fingers. I moaned quietly, feeling like I was in heaven with the burning pleasure in my lower stomach. I fisted the sheets with one hand, the other digging into Harry's shoulder to bring him closer. His lips found mine and he kissed me slowly, the complete opposite of the growing pace of his fingers. I was a moaning mess against his lips, my orgasm quickly approaching and before I knew it, Harry was biting my lip as I came with a string of curses.

I breathed heavily through my nose, legs wrapping around Harry's waist to hold him to me. I kissed him with a heated passion, my hunger for him growing and the area between my legs tingling for something more. For him.

Reaching down, I tugged at the hem of his shirt until it was bunched beneath his armpits. He pulled back momentarily to tear it off over his head, his hair sticking up in all directions afterwards. He looked so fuckable and the delicious, my patience was wearing thin that I began to pull at the waistband of his basketball shorts. He pulled them down, along with his boxers in one swift motion and my eyes momentarily fell to his hardened length. Oh how I have missed it.

He hovered over me, my legs spread for him as he held my cheek in his hand. Swollen pink lips kissing my nose before he looked into my eyes. "Are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this with me? Again?"

"I'd do it a thousand times."

And with those words, I knew he had caught on to the double meaning behind it when he looked like he could explode with happiness. He pressed his lips to mine passionately, literally sucking the breath right out of me. He shuffled forward until I felt the head of his length poke my slit and I moaned. Only for Harry to groan and suddenly pull back. Devastation on his face.

"Fuck," He looked completely pained and closed his eyes. "I don't have a condom Em."

I frowned, and it only deepened when I realized I didn't have any either. I bit my lip, the smart part of me telling me that we need to put a stop to this if we didn't have protection. But the other part, the one that was burning with a need that had to be fulfilled, was winning the silent argument.

"I'll get the morning after pill tomorrow." I said hurriedly, reaching for Harry again. He fell over me, arms caging me in as he stared down at me uncertainly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Harry." I kissed him hard, pulling back a second later as I spread my legs wider for him. "I need you."

That was all it took for him to grip his length in his hand as he guided himself into me, pushing forward carefully. A grunt left his mouth at feeling me raw, his eyes fluttering shut. I held my breath at the uncomfortable stretch, my body not accustomed to his size just yet. It didn't hurt the way it had the first time, it stung a bit but it was bearable and he waited patiently for me to adjust once he was fully inside. My walls contorted to him and after I wrapped my legs around his waist, gave him a nod, he began to move forward in slow thrusts.

The first few were a heated burn in my lower abdomen, but then minutes later I was moaning in approval. Head tilted into the pillow, eyes rolling back at feeling him moving in and out of me. It was so different from the other times, the skin to skin contact was pure ecstasy and I knew from here on out, there was no way we were going to be able to use condoms again. This felt too good and I'd go on birth control if that's what it took to feel this all the time.

I dug my fingers into his shoulder, his pace picking up speed as he kissed my neck slowly. His lower body moved with roughness while his lips and hands moved with gentleness and care. The two contrasts were perfect together and it was driving me mad, moans I never knew I had in me bouncing off the walls. He rolls his body into me, his hand moving up my neck when he pressed the pad of his thumb on my lower lip again. I opened my mouth enough to lazily wrap my lips around his finger, sucking lightly and earning a low groan from him. He ripped his hand away, his lips replacing them as he kissed me with care. His arms caging my head and his head hovering over mine, nose brushing mine every time he moved over me. He held my gaze, eyes staring into mine as he fucked me slowly but roughly. Fingertips pushing strands of my hair back from my forehead.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered breathlessly, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "You feel so good." He moaned against my skin, one hand moving down to take my hand from the sheets. He tangled our fingers together, pushing the back of my hand into the mattress as he held it there. "I never want to wear a condom again. Not with you. Not ever with you."

My body was shaking beneath him, the force of my orgasm approaching. Harry kissed every inch of my face, hips snapping slowly against mine when he shifted slightly and hit that one spot. I cried out in surprise and pleasure, nails scratching at his back.

"Come for me baby girl." He whispered, kissing my lips once before he pressed his forehead to mine. His gaze filled with determination as he increased the pace of his rolls. He was biting his lip and his chest was glistening with sweat, strands of his hair tickling my face. All he had to do was look me in the eye as he licked his bottom lip whilst burying himself into me and I was coming.

"Harry." I moaned loudly. My legs and whole body shook around him, eyes rolled back into my head as my back arched up into him. My breaths came out in loud pants and my heart was racing so fast, but I didn't have any time to calm myself down before Harry was suddenly reaching his climax and emptying inside me. I opened my eyes in time to see his face twist in pure pleasure, a prolonged moan escaping his lips as he pinched his eyes closed. Cheeks flushed, lips red, and hair clinging to his forehead. It might of been my favorite view.

He pulled out then, a warm liquid immediately slipping down my thigh but I didn't have it in me to care at the moment. Rolling off of me, he flopped down into the spot beside me with a loud sigh. I shuffled onto my side as he moved close and instantly wrapped me into his arms. His head resting above mine, legs entangling with mine. My face buried into his sweaty chest. How he managed to still smell so good after that, was beyond me.

"What was it that changed your mind?" He asked after a long moment of silence, his voice throaty.

I traced a heart against his chest, a small smile on my lips that he had no idea the shape I was drawing on him. His fingers tangled in my hair, brushing it out onto the pillow behind me. I was so content lying there with him naked, cuddling and sharing tender touches. I could do this everyday with him.

"Clarity."

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