"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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Chapter Seventy Five __________________
As we passed across Zayn's lawn hand in hand, we received questioning stares from people who obviously knew or fancied Harry, which I could sense due to the way a few of the young college women looked at me with disgusted expressions or even giggled to their partner or group while still gazing our way. I felt out of place immediately and wanted to resort to going back to Gemma's, but I couldn't back down now.
Harry did the right thing on our way over here, which was remaining quiet and not asking about the change in my demeanor. What my mother threw at me was something that I couldn't wrap my head around. Of course, I didn't want to believe it but why else would they dislike each other so much? But at the same time, Harry left at the age of seventeen or eighteen... when could this have happened?
Believing what my mother said was basically like handing her my broken soul, so I refused to think about it for the rest of the night although it was hard when her words kept repetitively replaying in the depths of my mind. Throughout the car ride, my fists continued to clench as the image of my mother spitting those disgusting words in my face with those deep red lips continued appear, making me want to scream in anger.
"Haz!" Harry's name was called when we approached the balcony. Both of our heads snapped towards our left, where a familiar blonde headed man stood with a beer in his hand and a surprised look on his face when he got a good glimpse of me.
I remember him. He's one of the boys I met months ago when Janet, her friend and I came over for a lovely game of sexual teasing, which I didn't expect myself to participate in until Harry began to test me.
"Hey, Dickhead!" Harry asked him as he departed from the curly headed woman and walked up to us.
"How about a 'Hey, Ni! How's it going?' For once?" Niall stated and Harry rolled his eyes. "It's about time you decide to show up! I was beginning to believe that you went back to New York without telling anyone, but I see what it is..."
Niall smirked, passing me a wink. I didn't know how to receive that.
"No... I've just been trying to get myself together for Gemma's wedding. You know it was today, right?" Harry informed him. "And she wanted you and Louis there!"
Really?
"That's a fucking lie..." Niall chuckled before bringing his beer up to his lips and taking a sip. "And that explains the outfits."
"Shut up... Where's Louis?" Harry asked, checking his surroundings for the blue eyed brunette. He was the quiet one.
"I'm convinced Louis is in there boning Zayn while having some random chick eating one of their asses."
"So in other words... threesome?"
"Yes, indeed!"
Harry came to the conclusion that Niall might've indulged a bit too much alcohol and advised for him to drink some water before leading us into the house. The living room, kitchen and staircase was packed with people. The lights inside were dim to where you could barely see any faces, but it worked out in our favor because we no longer received bad stares.
