SOFT SPOT// h.s

3.8 ~ one day

One day. It was one day until my freaking wedding and I just slept with someone who was not my fiancé. Talk about drama..

I glanced at Harry as we drove along the highway the next morning, we would be home in only a few hours. But for some strange reason, I didn't want this to end.

Harry's hair kept falling into his eyes and I could tell it was bothering him. "Do you think I should just cut it all off?" He asked me, a frown on his face.

"No!" I exclaimed, practically jumping out of my seat. "I-I mean, if you want to. It doesn't matter to me."

Harry shot me a skeptical look, but an amused expression played on his features.

"Ok, I'll cut it all off as soon we get home," he said, and I knew he was testing me.

"Ok, ok. I admit, I like your hair like that," I mumbled, giving in.

As he laughed, it fell into his face again. "But it's annoying the hell out of me," he muttered, pushing it back again.

"Pull over," I said, before Harry looked at me confusedly, but pulled over to the side of the road anyway.

"C'mere," I beckoned him, leaning over the seat. I ran my hands through his tousled hair, beginning to braid the sides. Ellie's hair was still too short to experiment with, so it was nice to be able to use someone else's.

I pulled the remaining hair into a little bun and sat back, satisfied. "You really suit that man bun," I laughed.

Harry ducked to look in the mirror. "I look hot," he said, grinning at me.

"What can I say? I'm a pro," I replied jokingly, before leaning towards him again and pressing my lips to his.

He responded quickly and soon his hands were exploring my body, travelling down my back and resting on my waist as I curled my fingers at the nape of his neck, toying with a single curl that had escaped the bun.

He gently tugged at the hem of my tshirt and I drew back. "Harry," I mumbled.

His face fell. "What's wrong?" He asked me, his fingers playing with the wristband on his arm, a habit he had formed when he was nervous.

"I don't want to do this right now, ok? It's nothing to worry about, I just want to take things slow," I explained, and I realised how ridiculous I sounded.

I wanted to take things slow but yet I had sex with him in the back of a rental car after being in his company for less than a week? Yeah, real smooth Clary, real smooth.

"Oh. Okay then," he replied, and I couldn't help but notice the slight curtness in his tone.

"Don't get annoyed with me," I pleaded softly, as he pulled back onto the busy road.

"I'm not annoyed with you Clary. I'm just confused," he told me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"You wouldn't understand" he muttered.

"Enlighten me then," I said, unable to resist admiring his handsomeness. He was not merely goodlooking. He was the epitome of male beauty.

He rubbed the stubble on his face stressfully. "I just don't know what's going to happen when we get home. And a part of me is telling me to just get lost with you again and run away from the world," he confessed, not taking his eyes off the road.

I looked at him worriedly, and he seemed to sense my unease. "But don't worry Clary, I'm taking you home I promise," he swore, a chuckle falling from his lips. "It's just, you're not going to marry him, right? After all that has happened this week. You can't."

His words took me by surprise. I hadn't expected him to be so blunt. (Or had I?) I didn't like the feeling that was brewing in my stomach. It made me feel sick again.

"Of course not Harry," I told him, but I was unable to meet his gaze. And deep down, I knew I was lying to him.

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Short unedited filler sorryyy

4k is so close I can smell it

I'll do a double update at 4k

DONT FORGET TO SMILE ILY OK

02.05.15