Harry's P/O/V
My eyes scanned the school parking lot and no sign of (Y/N). My teeth gritted, fuck, I breathed out and spotted Hadley at the corner of my eye.
"Hads!" I called out, running towards her.
"Oh hey, Harry!" She smiled, "What's up?"
"Where's (Y/N)?" I questioned.
She knitted her eyebrows in confusion and then whispered, "She went to your place."
"You haven't spoken to her since yesterday afternoon?"
"Well, you know (Y/N)." She shrugged, "Here one day.."
"And gone the next," I finished her sentence, "I know."
"Why?" She suddenly became alarmed, "Did something happen to her?!"
"I don't know." I lied.
"I'm going to call her right now," She desperately tapped on the white iPhone. "(Y/N)!"She sighed in relief, "Are you not coming to school?"
I couldn't hear what she said, but Hadley turned towards me; I swear, her eyes became red.
"I'll be right there, babe." She said calmly, "I just have to get rid of some trash."
My stomach turned, she told Hadley.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!" Hadley bit, "And again?"
"Is she okay?"
"What the hell do you think, Harry?" Hadley sighed, "Look - I'm not going to yell at you or chastise you. But, man, you're an idiot."
"I know that Hadley."
"I'm not going to judge you because my best friend was fucking around with a guy who was in a relationship."
"I feel sick."
"You shouldn't," Hadley said in a whisper.
"I cheated on my girlfriend and hurt a girl who is so beautiful."
"Well, you're not the only cheater in that relationship," Hadley lightly laughed but then her eyes went wide.
"What?"
"The bleachers man." She sighed, "Its a place for people's first firsts."
"What?"
"I don't know, Harry." Hadley said, "All I know is that my best friend is hurt and I need to go take care of her."
"tell her I say I'm sorry," I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Bye Harry." She handed me a piece of paper and walked towards her car.
I opened the pink post-it, curious to see what she had written, and my heart dropped at the 3 words.
bleachers, after practice
Could this be true?
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The last bell rung and I hurried to my locker, where Whitney stood.
"Hey baby," She smiled wrapping her arms around me.
"Hello," I kissed her cheek, a pang of guilt hit my stomach.
"I have a tennis match, today." Whitney pouted, "Which means I wont be home until late."
I eyed her outfit; a tight white tank top and leggings and flats. "Where is your uniform and racket?"
She flinched slightly and then responded quickly, "Oh, Tara has it, I just came to get a good luck kiss!"
I didn't believe that shit excuse.
"Well, here you are baby." I kissed her cheek, again.
"Now I'll definitely win!"
Faking a laugh, I waved her goodbye and watched her walk the opposite direction towards the girls locker room.
I stayed back a few and noticed she didn't come out again.
3 hours of camping out in my car; sending messages to (Y/N) and trying to do homework, I was finally giving up.
Maybe Hadley was fucking with me and maybe Whitney really did have a tennis match.
As I was starting the car, I spotted Whitney and Julian - the school's quarterback and an old friend of mine. She wore the same thing as before and pulled the tank-top a little lower; her breasts showing.
They made their way towards the bleachers, I got out my car and slowly walked behind them. I waited a few at the entrance of the bleachers until I began to hear moans.
Opening the door to the bottom of the bleachers, I saw a naked Whitney and a naked Julian; my stomach dropped.
"Oh my god, Harry." Whitney began to cry, putting her clothes back on.
"Save it."
"Babe, please." She cried, chasing after me.
"And you called (Y/N) a hoe." I chuckled, "You're disgusting."
"Harry," She sobbed, "P-Please."
"'I'm saving myself'" I laughed, "Fucking bullshit!"
"Harry!" Whitney was a mess, falling to her knees.
"Get off of me." I helped her up and made my way to (Y/N)'s house.
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(Y/N) opened the door; wearing an oversized cat shirt and underwear, covering herself with a blanket, her perfect hair was half up in a bun.
She growled, "What -"
Before she could finish her sentence, my lips were connected to hers. I smiled when she didn't pull back, but rather, she began to kiss back.
"I'm sorry."
She bit her lip and looked down at her toes, wiggling them.
"Hey," I whispered, pulling her chin up, "I love you."
"No," She shook her head, pushing my hand away, "You love the sex."
"(Y/N-"
"And I respect myself too much to do that." Her bottom lip quivered, paining my heart.
"Do you love me?" I questioned, cupping her soft face.
"Y-Yes, Yes I do." She cried, "So fucking much."
"Then kiss me!" I yelled.
She smiled, standing on her toes and licked my forehead.
"Put some pants on," I chuckled at my wet forehead, "We're getting some tacos."
"I'm coming!" Hadley yelled from inside.
"Then what are you chickens waiting for?!" I winked at (Y/N)..who winked back.
