What The Heart Wants (h.s.)

Chapter Six

Song | Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

"Salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me."

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-One Month Later-

Harry

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My hair was matted with raindrops, sticking to the skin of my cheeks. My simple white tee shirt stuck to my front, becoming see through with the sopping moisture. The sky never stopped its harsh action as she opened the door, eyes wide with the sight of me and my appearance. There was a moment of silence as she simply looked over me, and I, her.

The rain continued to fall.

"Are you insane?" She finally spoke with her eyebrows lowly furrowed over her eyes. My mouth opened to speak before I shook my head, lunging forward to capture her lips in mine. I tugged my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me, dampening her clothes in the process. My feet took several steps forward into the house, slamming the door behind us with my boot-clad foot. Her lips were like heaven on mine, my mind going dizzy with the pressure.

"Harry," she whispered against my mouth, and I pulled her closer with the sound. "No," she pulled away. I watched her chest heave up and down. "Stop. We can't do this."

I sighed, my forehead falling onto hers as my eyes closed. "I-"

"You have a girlfriend," she interrupted me, pulling away to look into my eyes. "She doesn't deserve this, Harry. No girl does."

"I don't know how to be with her anymore, Paige," I huffed out. "I don't think I can be what she wants me to be."

I felt her slip from my grip slowly, and I panicked as she looked over at me sadly. "So, you're using me then?"

"No, of course no-"

"Tell me you don't love her. Tell me, and I'm yours."

My face fell. "Paige," I trailed off slightly.

Her lips quiver, eyes looking off to the side. "I knew it, I did. I was just hoping that it wasn't true, you know? Like I was your first choice."

My feet carried me forward, placing myself directly in front of Paige. Her head was now tilted to the floor in an effort to keep her gaze away from mine. My pointer finger gently set itself on the soft skin of her chin, tilting it for her eyes to meet mine. Tears were present.

"Paige," I whispered softly.

"Do you remember the look on her face when she caught us together in your room?" Her voice was hushed, and I remembered that night so clearly. "She looked as if her whole world had fallen apart right in front of her. She looked broken-"

"I don't-"

"-and I don't want to be the one to cause that again, Harry. I can't be," she whispered softly, hand coming up to stroke the skin of my cheek in order to feel the prickly stubble there.

I was silent.

"That night, what did you say to her once you sent me away?" Her eyes bored into mine, almost pleading.

"Paige-"

"Please," she begged. "Please, tell me."

I sighed as my eyes scanned over her face. "I promised her it'd never happen again. I promise I'd be faithful."

She smiled sadly over at me. "Then why are you here?"

"I don't know how to love her anymore, Paige. I don't know how."