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8

"Jessi come here." Zayn motioned me to come to the storage room with him. "Up for round two?" He smirked, kissing my exposed neck.
"Zayn this isn't right. Oh my god I must be insane. I'm dating Harry. we really do like each other. I don't want you to come between us." I sighed and grabbed his hand "Zayn please understand." He squinted his eyes and walked away. I honestly didn't care if I pissed him off. Last night I could have melted under his touch, but not right now. Something about Harry and I last night, the way we kissed. It felt nothing like Zayn's. It needed to and I was going to make my feeling change all their attention to Harry.

*that night*

"Aunt Jerra what are you talking about?! I'm coming to the hospital right now." I hung up the phone and sprinted through the door. I ran into Harry when turning the corner. "Woah babe what's wrong?"
"Harry I have to get to the hospital my mom is really sick." I panted out. He nodded as we both hopped into his car. We sped down the road as tears came to my eyes.
"Jessi please calm down." He rubbed his ringed hand on my thigh, "I'm here it's okay." I couldn't stop my tears from flowing.
"Harry everything is all screwed up. My Mom is dying, my Dad's a drunk, Sasha is pregnant Zayn won't leave me alone and when he does he's an ass. I just can't do this!" Sighing and hit the dashboard with my hand.
"What do you mean he won't leave you alone, I thought we took care of this." Harry said. A knot formed in my stomach as I let it all spill out. "I had sex with Zayn at work. He told me I couldn't resist him and that I was beautiful and all this shit I believed but, Harry I like you so much I swear it meant nothing." I was sweating from my nerves and how Harry was going to react.
"Jessi, please tell me you're lying right now." We turned into the hospital parking lot and parked the car. "I'm not." I said sorrowfully. I ran out of the car and met my mom in her room, Harry following closely behind.
"Ma'am I wouldn't go in there. It's not a pretty sight." Said a nurse.
"That's my mother! I'm going in." I walked in, my mother was already dead. I fell to my knees and sobbed. Harry came in, "I'm sorry, Jessi." He kissed my head and walked to the other room with my Aunt.
"What happened to her?" I heard Harry ask my Aunt.
"Her wound got infected and the virus spread to her brain. She had a stroke about 10 minutes ago." She sniffled. I walked out and hugged my aunt. "Thanks for being here. I'll call you." I went and sat down, throwing my head in my hands.
"I don't really know what to say." Harry whispered, rubbing my back. "I don't want harsh with you at this time. If you want to come to my place..." He trailed off.
"Harry I am so so sorry. You're still being nice to me after this?" I bit my lip to stop more tears.
"It's fine. We can talk about the whole Zayn thing later." He laughed and picked me up and took me to his car. Driving home, I looked out the window as we sat in comfortable silence. I felt guilt and pain. I am all alone, my dad's in jail and my mom is dead because of him. I cheated on Harry and still sort of like Zayn.
"Okay come in my room and I'll get you some clothes. We can talk now if you want." He said leading me to his master bedroom. I followed behind, glancing at the strange artwork he has in his room. Handing me a large Rolling Stones shirt and some boxer shorts, he nodded towards the bathroom for me to go change. I changed quickly and hopped into bed with Harry, already shirtless and in his briefs. "Thanks for the clothes." I said. He smirked and turned off the lamp, pulling me close to his warm, toned body. "How was Zayn?" Harry said. I looked at him with confusion. "Like... What do you mean?" I pressed.
"How was Zayn? In bed. Or where ever you hooked up." He looked up at the ceiling with a frown.
"He was okay I guess. I don't know. Why?"
Harry laughed, "Do you think it will happen again?"
I sighed, "No. It won't. I promise. Harry I'm so sorry, I promise you can trust me from now on." I kissed his cheek and cuddled into his chest. "Goodnight Harry."