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"Beautiful wedding, isn't it?" I hear from beside me. It takes me about a minute to finally muster up the courage to look beside me. When I do, Harry sat there, a white dress shirt with blue stripes, three buttons undone revealing his tattoos and a bit of chest hair. His gold cross necklace also adorned his chest. His hair was done with a few stray curls falling down his forehead.

I wanted to get up and walk away, maybe even find another seat but I couldn't the moment the ceremony began. I swallow back and clear my throat. "It is." I agree and look forward, ignoring the goosebumps that arose on my skin when I see from the corner of my eye that Harry is in fact, looking me over.

I felt like I wanted to throw up. I hadn't talked to this man for over a year, what is he doing here?

"...Please rise as the bride makes her way down the isle." The priest says and we all stand and turn to where Darien was, a smile on her lips, her parents at her side. Harry wasn't looking though as his eyes remained on me.

"Don't look at me." I say, avoiding eye contact. As soon as she passes by, we take a seat once again. When Harry reaches for his phone in his pocket, his hand unintentionally touches my skin, although I'm sure it was intentional. His typing distracted me. "You're not supposed to use your phone during the ceremony." I scold.

"I'm just turning it off," he mocks and puts it away. I try my best to pay attention to what the priest is saying, that was until I feel Harry lean closer to my ear and I am able to hear my pulse. "You look amazing, Beau." He whispers and the hair on my arms rise and a chill runs down my spine.

I hate the effect he has on me.

I clear my throat and cross my left leg over my right, away from him slightly. Harry seems to notice this. He reaches down to my chairs leg and drags it closer it him. "What are you doing?" I whisper, a furrow on my eyebrows. The person in front of us turns, a scolding look on their face as they shush us.

Harry seems to stop momentarily before I watch his hand snake down his thigh, the back of it comes in contact with my thigh, his cold rings made me shiver and I bite down on my lip and swallow back. His index and middle finger softly and secretly fan my skin, this time I said nothing, both in fear of the lady scolding us again and from curiosity as to what he'd do next.

Harry must notice the way my thighs press together because his hand snakes up my thigh and pulls them apart so they uncross. His hand remains put, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin. By this point, I was aware that he knew what this was doing to me between my legs, I could feel it and if he were to run his hand up more, he would feel it too.

It's as if he read my mind when his hand goes up more, his pinkie dips in my dress and I feel him touch me making me jump. I watch from the corner of my eye the way his eyes close momentarily and he takes in a deep breath.

If I bit down on my lip any more, I would bleed. I hadn't notice how long we were into this, but the priest says some final words and Alec and Darien kiss and everyone in the crowd stand up and clap. Harry and I do the same. "Who knew those two would get married?" He says to me while clapping.

"I know, I didn't see it coming." I smile, watching how happy Darien looked up there. As soon as Alec and Darien leave the ceremony, we all follow suit as well. I find the table I'm supposed to sit in and pull the chair out, it was close to a fountain. When I look up, Harry is walking towards me. I roll my eyes. "Why are you following me?"

His eyebrows furrow as he shows me his number and I realize he was meant to be in this table, right next to me. Of course, what were the odds? "Care for a drink?" He asks. If we were going to be sitting together, I definitely would need a drink. I nod and stand up, leaving my clutch on the table. Harry and I walk towards the drinks, he pours himself a scotch and I grab some champagne before I realize.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" I was about to set it down but he stops me.

"It's fine, please." He says and I cautiously take a sip and we both walk back to the table, there was already people there too. "I was surprised to hear from you," Harry speaks as we sit down.

I set my glass down and look at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your letter." He says and I get even more confused.

"What letter?"

"You wrote me, Beau."

"I did?" I don't remember, I do know I had around a few letters that I never dared to send, I threw almost all of them away.

"If not you then who?" Harry says, confused as well. I then remember yesterday when Brooklyn said I had mail, there were three envelopes in her hands.

Did she accidentally grab a letter meant for Harry?

"You did write me, right?" Harry says, now sounding unsure.

"I mean, I did but I never sent out any of them." I say, trying my best to remember. "What did the letter say?"

Harry looks away, probably trying to remember. "Not much actually, it was more of a note. But you did ask me to be your date to Darien's wedding. I mean, I was already invited but I never planned on coming until the last minute when I got your letter."

Then it must've been recent, I don't recall ever asking him to be my date in any of the letters I wrote. It must've been the night of Darien's bachelorette party, I was so drunk. "Why didn't you send any of the letters you wrote me?"

I look down at the tablecloth, playing with the frills. I don't want to tell him that I was trying to get over him by writing those letters and throwing them away. So I shrug. "I just didn't see any point in it."

Harry scoffs. "I wrote you every week and month I was in there. Of course, I didn't know you had moved so whoever lives at your old apartment must be very confused." Harry says as he takes a drink from his scotch. I look from him and away, my eyes trying to find something else to focus my attention on.

Anything.

Soon, a thought creeps into my head. "I never did know why you left the day of the auction." I say, remembering how he looked angry as he walked off with his father on his trail. "I thought maybe you'd humor me and bid."

Harry gulps and shakes his head. "It would've looked distasteful on our part." He says. "Not to mention, I didn't want to participate in demeaning you by 'purchasing' you for the night." I sigh. I guess it doesn't matter now why he did what he did or didn't do.

"I guess you're right," I nodded. Soon, dinner starts and we eat in silence, neither of us dare to speak. After dinner, Alec and Darien do their bride and groom dance and other people join on the dance floor. As I'm getting up for another drink, I see none other than Nes and Colson talking by the table full of drinks.

When she spots me, I refrain from rolling my eyes. "Darien didn't tell me she was inviting skanks." Nes says with a smirk.

"Neither did I, until now." I bite back and she glared at me.

"I see you and Harry are here, you just never learn do you?"

"I'm here on my own." I say. "Harry and I aren't together, not that it's any of your business." As I'm about to walk away, Nes speaks up again.

"Guess he decided you weren't good enough for him after the rape, huh?" She laughs. Harry looks at me from where he's standing talking to someone. He noticed Nes laughing and he walks towards us but I beat him to it by turning and throwing my drink at her face, drenching her hair and the front of her dress. "You bitch!" She gasps.

Just as she was about to launch towards me, Harry stands in front of me, preventing Nes from getting to me. "This is a wedding, if you want to cause a scene go do it somewhere else." Harry grits and without warning, Nes slaps him before she walks away, glaring at me.

Colson follows behind her but not before he looks at Harry, a teasing smirk on his face. "I'll see you later." He says before walking away. This altercation caught the attention of some guests but not enough to where it'd be a big scene. When Harry turns to me, he has a bloody cut on his cheek, probably a scratch from her nails.

"You're bleeding." I say and set my empty glass down, he winced when I touch his cheek. I grab his hand and lead him inside the house towards the bathroom upstairs. Once inside, I grab a clean hand towel and wet it with warm water before pressing it to his cheekbone where the cut was.

"What the hell happened?" Harry asks, probably wondering why I threw my drink at Nes.

I shake my head. "She brought up the rape," I say and Harry sighs. "I don't even know how she could've known about that." It happened so long ago.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows and nod.

"I'm fine," I assure him, continuing to clean his cut. His hand goes to mine and he stops my actions and our eyes meet. His stare was enough to make my knees give in, not to mention his cologne. Our breathing was irregular and the small bathroom left no room for both our bodies. My heart beat at a fast rate and the more we stared at each other the more it quickened.

Without much thought, Harry's hand goes to the back of my neck and pulls me in, pressing his lips harshly on my own, my heart dropping with satisfaction. My hands go to his face, careful enough not to hurt his cheek any further. His hands then move down to my ass and grab at the back of my thighs, picking me up and wrapping my thighs tightly on his waist.

His hands squeeze my exposed ass and his fingers push aside my panties, dipping his fingers inside me making me gasp in his mouth. I hear him groan as he pumps his fingers in and out of me at a slow but determined pace, hitting my g-spot just right. When he takes his hand back, he bring his fingers up to our mouths, I suck on his fingers and he unexpectedly licks my lips before he takes his fingers in his mouth and sets me down.

Our lips never once leave each other as my hands fumble with his belt. There's a few knocks on the door and Harry groans when I take him in my mouth. "Occupied!" He says and we hear them walk away. "Come here." Harry helps me up, kisses me once again and bends me over the sink. He positions his hard dick on my entrance before he slowly pushes himself in, his breath was shaky and I watch from the mirror how he bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows. "Fuck." He spits.

He does a few slow strokes to allow me to get used to him before he's guiding my hips into his. My dress was hunched around my waist and the corner of the sink was situated between my thighs and with every stroke of Harry's, the sink stimulated me in the right way that made Harry lift my neck towards him, his mouth clasping around mine, swallowing each other's groans and moans.

Just before I was about to cum, I remembered Luke.

My eyes swell up with tears as Harry continued before I am telling him to stop. "Are you okay?" He pants, his hand at the small of my back, making sure I was fine. I wipe away my tears and fix myself up and so does Harry. "Beau,"

"I have a boyfriend, Harry." I admit, probably should've said that before we even started having sex. Harry's jaw clenches. "We can't."

"Is this the same boyfriend from the last time?" Harry asks, annoyed now as he fixed himself up. "Cause if so, that didn't stop you before."

"That was a mistake." I say.

"Let me just ask," he pushes his hair back. "Do you love me?" I am taken aback by this.

"Harry—"

"Do you love him?" There was no question in that. I didn't love Luke, not yet at least. We aren't there yet, we haven't even talked about it.

"No." I admit. "But that doesn't matter, I'm sure I might with more time." At this, Harry looks hurt as his eyes scan me one last time before he shakes his head and walks away, leaving me alone.

I try my best to recollect myself and fix myself up before I am exiting the bathroom like nothing happened. I half expected for Harry to be at our table when I come out but I don't see any sign of him around. I do however, see a business card with numbers written in pen under my clutch.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx
Call me when you decide you can't love him. -H

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