Anna || HS

CHAPTER 42

~May 13th, 2014~
Anna- 20
Harry- 20

Harry POV:

I am shaking. Not entirely sure if it is out of anger, sadness, fear, disgust, or a super fun combination of all of those lovely things, but whatever the reason, my body is betraying me.

I arrive at Kendall's twenty minutes after I left my flat. She answers the door and I immediately push past her, not saying anything, kicking my shoes off as I make my way to the leather couch where I throw my angrily heart-broken body against the cool fabric.

"Well, hello to you, too," Kendall says, annoyed that I brushed past her with not so much as a 'hello'. She follows me into the living room, joining me on the opposite end of the large couch.

"She was fucking someone when I got there," I say to her. "Like, full-on riding his cock."

"Who was? Anna?!" she asked, now giving me her undivided attention, moving slightly closer on the couch, finally taking in my crazy cocktail of emotions.

"Yeah." I admit, running my hands through my hair, my head hanging down. My body still reeling as I take in a few sharp breaths.

"Who was she with?"

"I didn't stay to find out. I mean, does it really matter?" I say, looking away. I lean my elbows on my legs, holding my head in my palms, completely deflated.

"I guess it only matters if you want it to matter," she adds. "Do you care who she sleeps with?"

"Of course I care." I say and pause before the next part. "I fucking want it to be me!!" I shout, dripping in jealousy. Kendall jumps a bit at my volume.

I attempt to bring my voice back down. "I don't like the idea of her being with someone else like that. Especially in my flat," I say the last part, and feel guilty. She has her own room, and pays me rent, so she has just as much right to be there as I do. But, right now, when I close my eyes all I can see is her body rhythmically bouncing on him. All I can hear is her voice moaning, "harder" to someone other than me.

"It isn't like you are totally innocent in the 'not sleeping with anyone' department," she deadpans. "And, you didn't tell her you were coming back early. It's not like she did this to you on purpose."

"It doesn't mean I have to like it." I retort.

"H, I don't really understand what exactly this agreement is between the two of you, or why it is that you can't bury yourself in a vagina, or twelve, if you feel like it. Sounds like you need to talk to her."

"It's... It's complicated," I tell her, because to Kendall nothing about Anna and I makes sense. "You know we have an arrangement of telling each other before something like this happens with another person."

"But it's really not that complicated. It isn't cheating if you aren't together. Are you together?" she asks, for like the fifth time in the past six months.

"No, we aren't," I say, looking down at my lap.

She takes a deep breath, and I can tell she doesn't understand, and is slightly annoyed to be in this position again. "So, TECHNICALLY she hasn't done anything wrong, unless there is something I am missing?"

"No, you are not missing anything, but SHIT, it killed me to see her in that bed with someone else, doing the things that I only I used to get to do with her."

"So, you two are still having sex?" she asks with a surprised look.

"Yes, she is the only other person I have had sex with in the past nine months," I answer, and she knows the other person is her, just that one time.