"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
This GIf does a lot to me... but we not gonna speak on that.
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Chapter Seventy Two ___________________
Sunday came around slowly. The anticipation for this day to come was what made the days feel longer and stressful due to me desperately wanting to get to the bottom of what Liam told me over the phone. I hadn't forgotten about it and I went sleepless nights just thinking about it, especially when I shared the same bed with Harry. I'd stare at him and attempt to see through him, although it wasn't possible.
Gemma hit us all with some wild news, too. She said that the wedding should be in the next week or two, which surprised the both of us. We weren't expecting it to happen until the next month, considering how stressed she was about it just a few days ago.
And now, it was my turn to feel distraught and filled with stress.
I haven't told Harry about my decision on attending school in Germany and I didn't exactly plan on it but at this point, I'm left with no choice. Harry has a life out in New York that he needed to tend to. His everyday job and schooling resides in New York whilst I'll be residing myself in Germany where we'll be dealing with time differences and being separated.
Our relationship was the complete opposite of everyone else's. We started off bad then months later, ended up in the best place together. We're much happier, accepting of each other and we can talk about everything.
We're the best of friends and I love that about us. I'm more than pleased with how we came together and I don't regret a single moment. But it would've been more beneficial to have started this relationship earlier, so I wouldn't feel so... guilty about us parting away. My mind continues to say that he'll understand due to the simple fact that he loves me, but love also comes with pain.
Not everything can be easily swept under the rug.
Once we got home last night, we went straight to the guest bedroom and had the shortest session of our lives because little Lauren came to the door knocking, so neither of us had the time to climax. Best believe that I had to hear Harry's mouth all night about him having blue balls and asking of me to go in the bathroom and suck him off while Lauren kept herself occupied on Harry's phone and watched cartoons on the television.
We fought and we fought, and I ended up winning. I tried to assure him that we'd get time once Lauren went back into her room but she never ended up leaving and Harry was so fucking pissed— I had to laugh.
I wasn't ready to throw everything we built away. I couldn't see myself lasting across the world without him next to me, especially now that we don't have a reason to sneak around anymore. So when we're having amusing and loving times together, I tend to feel more so sad than content.
