STRIP

5.

Clementine Adams 

I guess a bottle of wine was enough for me to see him again tonight. I can see him again, I've been laying in bed watching stand-up comedy since I got home which always helps to improve my mood. 

I'm actually fine now, I realized how silly I was being. I don't need to feel sorry for myself for allowing myself to feel something. He honestly didn't do anything wrong besides be disrespectful, and it's not my job to tell him that. 

I'll talk to him if he wants to talk. I don't know why he wants to talk, we went out once, we've known each other for a day, and he clearly just wants to get his dick wet, and that's fine, I just don't want to be a part of it if he's going to pretend it's more than sex if that's not what he actually wants. 

Harlow and Niall went down to get Harry five minutes ago, I don't know what's taking them so long but I assume they will be up any minute now. Talia decided to go to bed but said if I needed anything I could knock on her door but I know I'll be fine. I'm not drunk but I'm tipsy enough to be fine. 

"She might be drunk, she's been drinking and watching stand-up in her bed the entire night, so this conversation might be pointless," I hear Harlow say as they get closer to my room. 

"Just because I've been drinking doesn't mean I'm fucking deaf," I call out to them as all three of them walk into my room, Harry standing behind both of them, shielding himself, "scared to come in, Harry boy?" I laugh. 

"We will leave you guys be, let us know if you need anything," Harlow says, giving me a small smile and side-eye before walking out. 

"Please come in," I tell him."Welcome to my humble abode." 

He cautiously walks in a few feet and stands at the end of my bed. 

"You can sit on the bed, why are you so fucking nervous," I laugh. 

"Thanks," he mumbles before taking a seat, ignoring my question related to his nerves. "How are you doing?" 

"I assume you didn't walk in here for small talk," I roll my eyes, knowing he came here with something to say and is avoiding it. 

"I didn't, I came to apologize," he admits.

"We already talked about this, you don't owe me anything, not even an apology. We've known each other for a short period of time, we aren't dating, I don't even know if breakfast was a date or not, and honestly, I don't care if it was. You are allowed to sleep with whomever you'd like," I tell him truthfully. 

After a lot of thinking, I don't think the way I reacted was necessary but I also don't think it was unwarranted either. I caught feelings slightly faster than he did, and that's the way the world works. I don't want him to sit here and apologize for something he isn't sorry for because he wants to date me or whatever he is trying to gain here. 

"I thought it was a date, I know my actions don't vouch for that but I wanted it to be a date, I wanted to see you this week and consider it a date. I'm not making an excuse for sleeping with someone the same day we went on a date but I want to go out with you again and I'm not going to sleep with her," he mumbles. 

"The point is, you're right, your actions don't vouch for what you are saying and I need your actions to speak louder than your words. I told you I've heard sorry enough times to last a lifetime, that wasn't just a heat of the moment comment. I don't need you to sit here and apologize. Change your fucking actions, and we can see what we want to do next, or walk out of my room and if we cross paths again we cross paths," I explain. 

"I'll change my actions, I shouldn't have done that. I don't want to just cross paths. I want to plan to see you again. I want to make up for being an asshole. I want to take you out again," he confesses.