The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 32

A/N: This chapter is like sex wrapped in cuteness, i really liked it, i hope you do xx

Weaving through the sweaty and bouncing bodies to get up to Harry's office was becoming quite the nostalgic thing.

We all know what happened the last time Harry asked me to come to his office 'to talk', but I really did think he was being slightly serious this time, he looked kind of worried.

Seeing Harry with that girl set me off, I had never been that jealous before and the way she fucking spoke to me only made me angrier, I probably shouldn't have hit her but it wasn't even that hard and Harry stopped me before I could do anything to stupid.

Harry's hand was on my back as he ushered me up the stairs and down the hall to his 'office', pushing the door open and walking in before me.

He sat right down on the couch and gestured for me to come sit with him, something was definitely bugging him and I hoped he told me what.

It was always such an 'is he, is he not' thing when it came to Harry opening up and talking to me, it's really just the case of if he feels comfortable enough to tell me things at that moment, since all the gang stuff came out, he has been more open but not all the time.

"Are you alright?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"Sorry that happened, I didn't think she would do that?" he told me, shaking his head and looking pissed off.

I quickly told him "It's not your fault, both of us were just jealous" I shrugged.

"Did that slap hurt?" he brought his hand up to rub my cheek and making my body hotter.

"No" I laughed "What's wrong?"

He was acting fucking weird.

He let out a long sigh, taking his hand off my face "it's hard for me to talk about shit like this but um..." he stopped himself and rubbed his hand on his forehead, like he was trying to push the stress away.

My brows creased down and I asked "What?"

"You know what she said was bullshit right?" he looked into my eyes making me pull my head back and shake it, confused as to what he was talking about.

"All that shit she said downstairs, the part that is true though, is that I have slept with probably all of the women that work here and half the women that have come here"

He paused, watching me like he was gauging what I was thinking.

"Harry I don't care who you slept with or if it was the whole city, that's your life, it doesn't bother me," I told him honestly, and it was honest, I didn't care what he did before he met me.

"Okay, I haven't slept with anyone else since meeting you, just for the record" he breathed, making my heart fucking swell and nearly burst.

"But everything else that came out of her fucking mouth was a lie, you are nothing she said, far fucking from it," he told me, looking at me with nothing but conviction.

"I mean it Eva, yes I spent most my life doing exactly what she said, but that changed when I met you, I'm not going to leave, I don't want to, I care about you, she has no idea what she talking about, she just came to fucking ask me about work shit then she started touching me, I told her to fuck off than you came, please don't believe her"

He continued to talk on, spilling out anything he could to make me believe him, it really upset him.

"Harry," I said getting him to stop "I never believed her, it's okay" I brought my hands up to cup his face and he finally let out a breath.