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Chapter 19

Thankfully, when Harry returned home Jake was nowhere to be seen. Though Harry knew he was going to have to face him at some point, but for now he decided he was going to have a nap.

He lay down on the sofa, drawing a blanket around him and shutting his eyes, letting sleep take over his body.

It wasn't long after he had dozed off that he was awoken. The doorbell was ringing repeatedly, paired with constant knocking on the door.

He squinted, letting out a groan. Nobody would be that insistent to see him other than Jake, or perhaps Gemma if she thought he might have tried to kill himself again.

He hauled himself up, opening the door and wrapping the blanket around himself tightly.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Jake stormed past Harry, heading straight into the living room.

"No, what's your problem?" Harry frowned. "You were fucking calling me a slut for having friends and then you sit outside my house waiting for me to come home."

"And you didn't come home, did you? You stayed at someone else's for the night and no doubt slept with them. You're a fucking whore and you know it!"

"I stayed at someone else's because you were scaring me! I didn't want to come home to you yelling, I get that enough from my mum. And I didn't sleep with someone else, I'm dating you. I'm not that kind of person." Harry chewed his cheek, frowning as he tried to hold back tears. "I don't understand who you think I am."

"Fuck Harry," Jake rubbed his hand over his face, "I just get jealous. I mean, can you blame me? You're so wonderful and I don't want to lose you."

Harry took in the words, wrapping his arms around himself. "Do you mean that?" He asked quietly.

"Of course I do baby. You know I don't think you're a slut. I just lost my temper." Jake's voice was sweet, the words dripping from his mouth like honey.

"Jake, I'm allowed to have friends." Harry said quietly. "I can't just cut people off."

"I know Harry, I know." Jake stepped forwards, tangling his hand in Harry's curls as he caressed the back of his head. "And I wouldn't expect you to. I know I made it seem like that yesterday but I was just jealous. Especially seeing as you didn't tell me first. I mean, can you blame me for getting jealous when you leave me to go and sit in a room with a bunch of guys and you don't even invite me?"

Harry avoided, eye contact, opting for looking straight past Jake's ear instead. "I'm sorry, I should've invited you. It's just that I've only just become friends with them. I need to do some of these things by myself."

"Okay..." Jake sighed, "okay baby. But you need to tell me before you go out. I want to know where you are and who you're with. It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust others. I just worry about you."

"Okay." Harry found himself agreeing in order to avoid any further conflict.

"Thank you for listening to me Harry. I'm sorry that I screamed at you." Jake leaned forwards, kissing Harry slowly.

"Would you like any tea?" Harry offered.

Jake hummed, gently pulling at the hair on the nape of Harry's neck, "how about I have you instead?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the mood right now." Harry shook his head. "How about we watch a film?"

"At least suck me off?" Jake asked, though it sounded more like a command.

"Jake, I don't...I just, I'm not in the mood right now." Harry repeated, "I'd rather just cuddle and watch TV or something."

"Come on baby, we've not had sex in a couple of days." Jake pressured, digging his fingers further into the back of Harry's neck as he ducked forwards to suck on the skin below his ear.

"I'll give you a blowjob." Harry murmured, "but nothing else."

"I knew you wanted to." Jake grinned, stepping back as he began to undress.

Harry gave a small smile.

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"Are you ever going to take your top off?" Jake raised an eyebrow as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"We just had sex and that's the first thing you say?" Harry scoffed.

"Well, it's a bit weird, isn't it? I fuck you and you keep your top on."

"I don't always." Harry said meekly.

"It's still weird that you do sometimes."

"I just, I just get insecure." Harry shrugged. "It's not a big deal, I'm sure it doesn't affect the sex."

"Take it off babe." Jake tugged at the hem of his top, and Harry's hands clasped at it.

"I don't want to." Harry frowned. "Jake, drop it. Can't we just spend some time together when we're not arguing or fucking?"

"You're right, sorry babe. But that time will have to be another time, I think I should get going."

"But you've not been here long." Harry turned to look at him. The unspoken words, 'you shouted, you fucked me and now you're leaving' lingering between them.

"I know, but I've got a dinner reservation with my family for my brother's birthday."

"Why don't I know anything about your family? I didn't even know you had a brother." Harry murmured.

"You didn't ask." Jake shrugged, sitting up. "I'll see you later babe." He bent down, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips before putting his clothes back on.

"Can I...can I come with you to meet your family?" Harry sat up, playing with his hands.

"It's a bit soon, don't you think?"

"No. I mean, we've been dating for a while now. I'm happy to meet them."

"I don't think that's a good idea Harry." Jake shook his head. "Not yet. This is about my brother, not you and me."

"Oh...okay. Well, I'll see you soon then." He said.

"Yeah, I'll see you soon." Jake spoke back.

Jake left and Harry curled up, feeling incredibly used.